Jungkook went downstairs to grab some pitcher of water and without asking for his permission, I laid down on his bed as I catch my breath. I'm showering in my own sweat. Those little damn barbels are really something. My clothes are drenched from too much sweat and I almost ripped my jeans because of the burpees.

Nevertheless, at least I get to see how hot Jungkook was when those droplets of sweat were falling down his face. Damn... He could at least took his shirt off. But that would be really unnecessary for me. I might slip and faint from too much hotness and I'll get busted, Jungkook will doze off as well, and no one wants that, especially me.

Once I heard some footsteps, I immediately rolled off of Jungkook's bed, and I literally rolled over that I fell on my stomach, then I saw a gift wrapped in red paper under his bed. I'm pretty sure he opened mine since the bunny was on his bed.

The fall created a loud thud the same time that the door opened and Jungkook is looking at me worriedly.

"Are you okay man?" Jungkook asks, he quickly placed the pitcher of water on his bedside table and came to my aid.

"Yeah, uhm... just trying some push-ups." I lied.

He made a sexy chuckle that was totally a panty-dropper. "That's not how you do it, here, let me help you." He smiled and on the other hand, I quivered in exhaustion.

Oh, not again...

Thirty minutes went by while Jungkook asks me to do proper push-ups. He really is a workout monster. While sitting down on the floor, my shoulders are going up and down, I feel like my lungs are about to burst out of my chest.

I'm never doing this again. "It's fun to have a workout buddy, I never had one before."

"For real?" I asked and he nodded. "How come? You got your friends out there." I tell him.

With that, he gave me a strange look. "What?"

"How did you know about my friends?" He cocked his eyebrow at me. He stood up and sat on his bed instead. Looking up at him from the floor, he blocked the light that comes from the window and he turned into a silhouette, with some rays of sunlight beside him, he definitely looks like a greek god.

"Uhm, I... ahm. Well, I guess it's normal for you to have friends, right?" I asked back.

He sighed before laying down on his bed. "Yeah, you're right."

It looks like he's already tired, I guess it's my cue to leave the house now. I stand up and when I did, I saw that his eyes are closed.

Yep, he's exhausted, and so am I.

"I better get going, I still have to walk home." I enunciated, and he didn't manage to answer me back. Thinking that he's too tired to say anything to me before I go, I turned my heel to go out of his room, but something grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me.

In just seconds I became an inch close to Jungkook's sleeping face, his eyes are still closed, though he's not sleeping. His grip on my wrist tells me that he's very much awake.

"J-jungkook, let go..." I whimpered. "Let go, dude." I even contemplated if the last word was really necessary, but I guess it did the magic.

"Take care, Deonne." With that, he let go of my hand and I can finally breathe in peace, again.

That was too much exposure to him, I got a better look of his cherry lips, I would say that it was sparkling. I hold onto my cheeks as I felt that it was burning.

Jungkook turned around to a different direction on his bed, turning his back on me. "I will see you around," I said.

With that, I hurriedly went out of the Jeon's house, I came face to face with his father again, and I only gave him a small thank you smile for letting me inside their house.

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What did he do that for? It's been two hours since I left the Jeon's house and yet I'm still blushing.

I give my face a weak slap in case it goes back to normal after its malfunctioning.

If I'm going to act this way whenever Jungkook does things to me, there's no doubt that I'll get busted in no time.

I climbed upstairs and throw myself on my bed, there, I wriggled like a mad worm. What am I doing with my life? If it wasn't for my childish crush for Jungkook, I would have been sane at least.

I can't believe I'm creeping myself out. Do guys usually do that? Pull each other until their faces are only inches away, it's normal right?

As for my observations the man species usually do that whenever they are in a fight, they would pull each other's collar and their teeth gritted as they talk with their faces close to each other.

But earlier, what I felt near his luscious lips, pointed nose, white and soft skin, long lashes, manly eyebrows and the warmth of his presence was serene.

"Ahh!! I'm going mad." I told myself and sit on my bed. "Deanna, you're a guy, for now. Stop daydreaming." I closed my eyes and calm myself.

There.

Let the peace come into you.

Peace.

Serenity.

"But it was real! I wasn't daydreaming!" I whined to myself.

I was on the verge of bouncing and wriggling on my bed again when I heard the doorbell ring.

I combed my pixie hair using my fingers before jumping out of bed and heading to the front door.

My hand almost reached for the doorknob when I had a sudden gut feeling that I should look at the peephole first.

My guts were never wrong.

On the other side of the door, there stands Mr. Jeon. "Oh my god, what should I do?" I whisper-yelled to myself.

I ran to the nearest mirror and looked at my reflection. Damn, this is definitely a  Deonne Fray look, where the hell am I? Where's Deanna Foster?

I should change. Yeah, that's right.

Just when I was about to go up to my room, the doorbell rang again. "Just a minute!" I yelled.

I climbed upstairs as fast as I could. I grabbed a pair of pink pajamas and an oversized shirt inside my closet and immediately changed clothes.

I looked at the mirror once again, I look more feminine right now, but I got to work with my hair.

I opened one of my drawers and took my blonde wig out, though I'm not blonde, I can just make excuses that I'm trying it on. The wig is pretty long and tangled, but I'll manage.

I quickly rushed downstairs and then opened the door for Mr. Jeon. "Good evening Mr. Jeon, come in," I said, plastering my biggest smile.

This is my shot for being his daughter-in-law.

"It's okay, I just have to talk to you for a while." He says. "Loving the hairdo by the way." He complemented and we both laughed. "And the shades."

"Yeah, I need to at least look decent for once right?" Mr. Jeon usually visits my parents when he has the time or my parents would invite him for some talk. That's why he and my parents became friends, making me a little close to him as well.

But this is the first time  he visited our house, because he needs to talk to me. I never get to talk to him up close before. At least Deonne Fray did.

"Right." The old man chuckled. "Here, take this. The delivery man sent us more than what we've ordered and I figured I should send some to you." He hands me a paper bag and it smells like Chinese food.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Jeon!" I cheekily smiled.

"How's Forks doing for your parents?" He asks.

"Maybe they're starting to sketch and plan my baby sister which was already fifteen years delayed since they promised."

"Silly girl." He chuckles. "Say hello for me to them when they call. I better get going now, enjoy the food." The man finally waves goodbye at me.

"Thank you again, Mr. Jeon!"

He's clearly a different man to strangers when I introduced as Deonne to him, he barely talked nor took an interest in me. It's like he's not trusting me.

Well for a fact, it's really hard to trust strangers.

At least I know that my soon father-in-law likes me as my true self, as Deanna, and that's what matters most.