"Good Morning, Mr. Jeon."

Yerin whispered against his ear while he just hummed in his deep slumber. She made small circles on his back, her fingers radiating the heat through his shirt, making him wince in annoyment. He groaned once again to let her know that he was in no mood to wake up, but her small actions weren't helping at all.

She chuckled at his furrowed eyebrows but gasped when he pulled her closer to him by her waist. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at her. He said with his deep morning voice, "Do you want me to do something in the morning, huh?"

Heat crawled to her cheeks when he slightly slid his hand in her hoodie. Her breath hitched when his fingers made the same small circles on her skin like she was doing a few moments ago. He smirked slightly at her expressions, while she pulled his hand out of her hoodie.

She hit her fist on his chest, to which he chuckled and instead wrapped his arms around her stopping her actions. Yerin glared at him but became red when he placed a small peck on her lips. She blushed at the gesture and turned her eyes at the ceiling. He smiled as he asked, "How was dinner last night?"

She looked at him and smiled sadly before replying, "It was alright," she wrapped her arms around him and continued, "I'm sorry. You planned something for me last night, right?"

He chuckled and smiled at her, "Nothing much! Just a small movie night."

He contemplated whether to ask the question which is roaming in his mind for such a long time. He chewed on his bottom lip and sighed. Nonetheless, he decided to ask the question because it would not help to keep it in his heart. He hesitated as he said, "Yerin?"

She hummed at him which made him continue, "Do you... actually, do you like Eunwoo?"

He regretted asking the question but got confused when she smiled slightly at him. She replied, "No, I don't. Maybe, I did like him one year ago. But, not now."

He internally sighed at the answer and was relieved after hearing her response. It felt like a huge burden was out of his heart now.

He looked at her again as an idea clicked in his mind to tease her. He asked in a mischievous tone, "Yerin, why don't you take a shower?"

She nodded her head at him as she sat up straight, followed by him. She said, "Right! I'll come back after taking a shower-"

"No, I mean, why don't you take a shower here?" he asked, but before she could say anything, he continued, "With me?"

Heat crawled to her neck as she looked at him with bewildered eyes. She blinked her eyes, processing in the information and said, "Alright! Let's go."

His smirk faded away as he looked at her shocked. He blinked his eyes several times, trying to absorb her answer. He cleared his throat, "Are you... are you sure?"

Yerin leaned closer to his face as she whispered, "Of course, Jeon. But, I don't think you are sure about it."

He smiled mischievously as he picked her up in his arms after getting down from the bed. She smiled cheekily as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He whispered while walking toward the bathroom, "I'm always ready, Lee Yerin."

***

She snuggled into his arms as they both decided to continue his last night's movie plan. After having a great breakfast, they both were lying cuddled up together on the couch. It was the weekend and they were free too.

She was wearing his oversized light brown hoodie, as he didn't even let her go to her apartment. A warm comforter covered them while he searched for a good movie to watch. She looked at his face while his eyes were focused on the screen.

"Jungkook?" she called out his name, while he hummed in response. She sighed before continuing, "The meeting with my parents is next week."

He paused his movements and focused his eyes on her instead. He quietly said, "So, what would you say?"

She chuckled sarcastically before uttering, "Do you think I have any control over this marriage? I have no say in this matter. My parents have already said yes and now only Eunwoo's answer matters."

He stared at her silently, making her speak further, "I know he will say no."

He nodded his head and looked into her eyes before confessing, "I'm going to confront Mina next week. I don't know what dad will think about this. I just want to end this so-called relationship."

She nodded her head at him and turned her eyes at the screen as he played the movie. He embraced her in his arms, his warmth melting her heart.

What was the point of this talk?
Somewhere in their heart they wished that this mess would be cleared and then they would not feel the guilt and regret anymore. He was going to break up with Mina and the marriage proposal would come to an end next week, so what could possibly go wrong? They started thinking that maybe they were not the villains.

***

They both were laughing just a few moments ago. However, the laughter subsided and the air became thick because of the current scene of the movie. The main characters were making out aggressively, which was not helping them at all. She gulped and glanced at him as she saw him shutting off the TV. He kept the remote on the table and hovered above her, staring into her eyes.

He slowly pecked her lips, making her blush slightly. She didn't know what was happening to her. She never blushed but this man was now able to make her red at small things. He sat up straight and pulled her along before wrapping her legs around his torso. He carried her inside his bedroom and closed the door by his foot.

Jungkook carefully placed her on the bed. Her heart started racing, the moment her back touched the mattress beneath her. He slowly tucked the strands of her hair behind her ear, before caressing her cheek with his thumb. He softly placed his lips on her forehead, followed by the tip of her nose and lastly, on her lips. The feeling of his lips lingered on her forehead and nose even though he was kissing on her lips. She slowly kissed him back, making the kiss passionate.

He broke the kiss and smiled at her, to which she smiled back. He again pulled her into the kiss. The kiss they were sharing today was different. It was not rushed, not aggressive, not demanding, instead it was soft and passionate. There were no words exchanged between them, no dominance, no dirty comments, no devouring of each other, but rather a passionate contact.

There was not even a little bit of lust between them anymore, it was just a different feeling. They both knew that they had developed that pure feeling for each other, yet they didn't named it yet. For the first time, intentionally or not, they made love.