May-Lin jumped up in bed, the sleep fleeing her eyes at the speed of light, her eyebrows sinking low over her nose. She jumped out of bed and went to the door, where someone was still knocking, leaning on the bell. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she almost screamed and tried to put on her dressing gown, opening the door. "Jungkook?" he braced himself with both hands on the frame of her door and leaned heavily forward, bringing his face close to hers as she blinked confusedly at him.

His breath stank of alcohol and she wrinkled her nose. "You know what?" he mumbled and she shook her head. "I want to kiss you" he confidently stated and Mee-Lin gasped, blushing. "I want to taste you, but not like last night at the bar, I want to feel how your tongue dances with mine" he continued, the two did not move. "I want to mark you so that the world knows that you are only mine" Mei-Lin bit her bottom lip and her whole body was flooded with heat.

"Jungkook..." her breathing quickened and she found it hard to breathe. No one had ever spoken to her like that, never with such confidence, especially a man and she tried to catch her breath, trembling under his darkened misty gaze. "Can I stay with you tonight star?" his question startled her and she only managed to open her mouth but nothing came out, her eyes widened in shock and Jungkook smirked. "Such a naughty girl! What were you thinking, huh? I just want to cuddle, little one" Mei-Lin gasped in embarrassment, biting her lip and nodded slightly.

Jungkook swung, letting go of the door frame and flew forward, landing on Mei-Lin, who groaned under the weight, suddenly landing on her shoulders. "Take me to bed, my lady!" Jungkook muttered and Mei-Lin gave him a sidelong look, still unsure of what to do. This man was confusing and driving her crazy. "You're definitely something, Jungkook" she shook her head and tried to push him off her shoulders, but only made it worse because it seemed Jungkook was either comfortable enough or drunk enough to fall asleep straight up.

Mei-Lin carefully slipped out from under Jungkook's arm, who was lying on his stomach, facing her, and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his calm face. Her fingers itched to remove the few strands of hair that had fallen in his eyes, but she was worried that she would wake him up and, sighing, got up and entered the bathroom. She took a quick shower and tiptoeed, stole some clothes from the wardrobe, constantly watching so that he wouldn't find her only in a towel, went down to the living room.

Since she didn't know what Jungkook likes, she prepared scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes, sausages, added butter and strawberry jam and some fruit and arranged them on the table, then made coffee and poured herself, going out to drink hers on the terrace. The morning was sunny, but summer was slowly fading away, and she wrapped herself in her dressing gown, looking at the neighboring terrace, wondering what Bam was doing when he was alone for so long.

However, her thoughts quickly returned to the man who was sleeping in her bed. She wondered what was wrong with him. Mey-Lin was lucky enough to always attract men with problems, and Jungkook seemed like he didn't have any, and as much as she was attracted to that, and attraction was putting it mildly, she couldn't help but think about her previous relationships, and what awaited her in this one, which, by the way, Jungkook didn't let her doubt that she had one, or at least for the last three days he kept calling her my girl, my lady and star, which should mean that they are together, right?

And this kiss, it was really light and only on the lips, another one didn't follow, but it was still a kiss and she couldn't get it out of her head. And his friends seemed to already consider her his girlfriend, which brought her back to the comment that Jungkook hadn't been with a girl in a long time. Which was odd, considering the way he'd just claimed her as his, without a second thought, without any unnecessary ramblings and prologues. What was the reason his previous relationship failed?

"Someone Chen is calling you" Mei-Lin almost squealed in startle when a tattooed hand shoved her phone under her nose. "Oh, oh, it's me, my lady" Jungkook looked at her worriedly, but relaxed when she let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" she shook her head smiling and looked at her phone. "It's nothing, I just forgot you were here for a moment" he smiled and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "So who is Chen?" he asked, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

"My ex" she replied and rolled her eyes when her phone started ringing again. Jungkook raised his head and lowered his eyebrows. "And why is he calling you?" displeasure and jealousy were clear in his voice. "Because he doesn't believe that everything is over and I will return to him" Jungkook looked away for a moment. "Do you mind if I show him it's not going to happen?" Mei-Lin shook her head and Jungkook picked up the call."Mei-Lin can't talk right now but I can give her a message when she comes out of the bathroom" she heard Chan yell something on the other end of the phone causing Jungkook to turn around eyes and to smile.

"You're welcome anytime mate, just don't make me get out of bed now that you're her ex, I'm sure you know how comfortable it is between her thighs, and I don't like to be disturbed while I'm resting" Mei-Lin said she blushed and Jungkook winked at her and ended the call. "I guess I've made an enemy" he put the phone down on the railing and took the coffee from her hand, sipping it with relish. "I'm sorry about last night, the boys and I went a little overboard after work" she giggled and he brought the glass to her lips. "That was nice" he smirked and leaned down, peck her lips.

"Are you usually this cuddly, or only when you're drunk?" Jungkook shrugged, sipping her coffee. "Depends on who I'm cuddling with" Mei-Lin blushed again and tried to free herself from his hand. "Where are you going?" she looked down at his bare chest, followed his tattooed hand holding her coffee mug, and then looked down at herself, the white fluffy robe, the pink pajamas with Yori the donkey, and then looked up at his face. "Bury myself in shame under some tree, praying you'll never see me in pajamas like that again" she admitted shyly and Jungkook burst out laughing.

"You saw me in a terrible state last night, I talked a bunch of crap, or at least I guess I did, then I got into your bed, and you're worried about your pajamas?" he put the cup next to her phone and put his arms around her, resting his forehead on hers. "You're cute and I want to see you just like that, natural, no make-up and no pretenses, with messy hair in the morning, smelling of cooked breakfast and warm in my arms" Mei-Lin couldn't melt any more than she did now and sighed, closing eyes.

"If only all men were like you," she whispered and Jungkook lifted her chin. "Do you think I intend to give you away, my lady?" she smiled slightly and shrugged. "I don't know, do you mean to give me to someone else?" his face turned stony and his fingers gripped her chin tighter. "I'm not sharing, little one, if anyone even tries to come near you, they'll be met by my fist!" he growled and she opened her mouth to answer, but he pressed his lips to hers and his tongue crept into her mouth, proving the truth of his words as well as the jealousy her question had caused.

Mei-Lin clung to his shoulders, his hands gripping so tightly that she was sure he could break something at any moment, but his kiss was so passionate and strong that her toes curled and her heart bouncing between her ears. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, nudging hers, wrapping around him like a snake, seeking the same wild response, taking everything she was giving him and wanting more.

Jungkook picked her up and sat her on the railing, settling between her knees, continuing to take her breath away until her lungs began to steam and he pulled away slightly. "That was supposed to be our first kiss that night" he trailed his thumb along her bottom lip, tracing a trail of his teeth. "I'm an idiot for not kissing you that night in the park on that bench when you looked so beautiful while laughing" he cupped her cheeks in his hands. "You are mine, little star, don't forget it, don't forget that I have no problem proving it, to you through touch and kisses, or to someone else, through violence" his gaze was hard, his mouth had turned into a thin straight line, but the hands on her face were soft and warm and she just sank into the promise in his eyes.