"What's the relationship between your dad and y/n?" his question gets me to peek at them, and I notice how physically close they both are again. "Just...I don't know...they're close because he treats her like his own daughter, why?"

"His daughter? Are you sure about that?" he doubts my point of view, and I realize that I might be wrong. "Yeah...he just cares about her a lot. He's always a bit more gentle and attentive to women, and y/n means a lot to him."

"Well, they seem very close. I know that your parents don't love each other anymore but dude, he does like to touch her," he disgusts me by sounding wrong, so I stop him. "Don't say this type of stuff. My dad is not like that."

"I didn't say he's like 'that', he just seems very close to this girl, and she obviously likes it, that's all," he states what I hate to hear, so I ignore and try not to think about it. I already told myself the same, but I always do everything to find a way to prove the opposite. My dad treats her like a daughter, nothing more, even if the relationship between him and my mom is pretty difficult, they can make up, it is just a hard time they have to go through, I'm sure of it. Y/n is too young anyway, he would never date a girl that could be his daughter.

•••

3:20 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Y/n," Hajoon asks for me, resting his arms over the edge of the pool on my right while I am sunbathing on a deck chair and pretending to read a book. "Hm?"

"Can you play with us, please?" he desperately tries once again, not giving up on this. "My clothes are going to be wet, and I don't want to be in a swimsuit, so no."

"Then let me lend you one of my t-shirts, we won't see your body, if that's what you're scared of," he pulls his wet hair back to reveal more of his features that are way too similar to his father's ones. I fix my eyes on him, his skin shining under the sun, he smiles at me to attempt to make me succumb, but I give the same expression and shake my head.

"Come on...and if my dad joins us? You won't refuse, am I wrong?" he coaxes me to do it with this argument. This sounds good, and he does know his dad would make me do everything he wants, but no. "Why do you think that would make me change my mind?"

"Because you never say no to him, and you're always close to him," he has a point. "You make me sound like an annoying girl."

"No, you're cute, but I'm just telling the truth," he uses the compliments, getting me to chuckle with amusement. I set my eyes back on him. "I won't get into that pool. Stop trying so hard to convince me."

"You're mean," he pouts and swims away. This will not work. "Dad!" he shouts and grabs his attention when this tall man is still taking care of the barbecue and grilling some meat and sausages for the boys. "What?" he turns around, and I cannot help but put my eyes on him. "Can you play with us? You'll be in my team, I want to show them how trash they are against us."

"Shut up, you're both gonna lose," one of his friends does not accept this, but Mister Jeon agrees with this. "I'm coming. Let me finish this."

"Okay," he looks in my direction. "Still don't want to play?" he insists, and I refuse without giving another answer. "Too bad."

All my attention didn't towards Mister Jeon once he comes closer. "Everything is cooked if you want to eat," he takes his top off, and I cannot even hold back from glancing down at his abs, but I quickly make up my mind once he can see me. "Can you keep this for me?" he hands me his t-shirt. "I don't want it to fly away."

"Sure," I do not think twice before taking it, and he leaves to join his son. His cologne is attached to this fabric, this smells do good, but I should control myself and my emotions. I keep it against my chest and read my book, or at least, try to do it. 

20 minutes later...

"There! I told you! You're trash!" Hajoon raises his voice to roast his friends as he just won the game with Mister Jeon, and I smile at this but focus on Mister Jeon once I see him get out of the water. I put my sunglasses on to not get caught looking at him so many times, and I act like I am reading when my eyes are on him the whole time. This is impossible to be so perfectly built and attractive. How?

His bright smile flutters my heart once he pulls his wet hair back, the drops of water still running down his tattooed skin, his fit body attracting my attention and hastening the beating of my heart. An odd sensation courses through my chest once he turns towards the boys and puts the front of his body within sight. I do not let my mouth open since this would be more than inappropriate, but seeing him in those soaked shorts does something to my body that I cannot explain. This exposes too much of what is underneath. Too much of what should not be seen.

"Calm down, Hajoon," he runs his hand down his torso, noticing how excited his son is after winning against the other boys. He leaves them alone but goes out of the pool too, and the guys follow.

However, the idiot of Hajoon cannot stop bugging them about the fact that they failed. "You're all jealous because I and my dad never lose," he rolls his eyes and grabs hold of the basketball to never take a break, but one of his friends defies him. "All right. Let's play a game of basketball, and we'll see who's the best."

"Me, obviously," he scoffs at him. "My dad is way taller than you all, so he'll win with me because you can't reach us," his confidence bursts a little much, and Mister Jeon cools it. "Hey, stop fighting and just have fun," he towels his torso next to them but peeks in my direction, and I do not glance away since my eyes are hidden behind the glasses.

"He's the one who asked for it. He said I would lose against them," he finds a pretext, but his father hits his face with the towel in a kind manner. "We don't care about who loses or wins. You're here to enjoy your time, not be in a competition."

"I'm always in a competition, dad. I can't lose," he does not agree with this opinion, too determined to be at the top. He bounces the ball against the floor while they are all arguing and talking together. As the towel has run over his shorts, he looks down at them but probably realizing how obvious the shape against the wet fabric is, he holds the towel in front of it and touches it, so I glance away, knowing what he is doing.

I release the tension in my thighs that I did not even know was there, and I do not clench them anymore but keep my legs bent. The control over my actions not being held anymore, I nibble on my inner lip and look at him again but see him combs his hair back, and he gazes at me again.

Then he moves, and that is when my heart starts to race. He heads up towards me, my toes curling for no reason known, I put my eyes back on my book and act normal.

"Hey," he smiles at me and puts the towel over the deck chair to sit down next to my calves, and I return the same kindness. "Hey, are you enjoying your time?"

"Yeah, I am," his body near mine messes with my head, his masculine scent still in the air. "What about you? You don't want to be in the water?"

"No," I show a face of refusal at the sound of this question, and he does not ask why, he just stares at me, killing me with his penetrating eyes full of deepness. "What are you reading?" he leans closer to me, his wet chest now touching the side of my thigh, he places one hand at the other side of my body and takes a look at the cover. Does he even know what he is doing to my heart?

"Just...a book about..." I can barely remember, not knowing what the story is about exactly. "A horror story..."

"Hm, do you like thrillers?" his eyes land on my lips as my sunglasses are not allowing eye contact. "I do."

"Good..." he moves his head up and down but never looks away, staying tightly close to my body. "Can I try them?" he heaves his hand up to my sunglasses, and I let him take them. He takes them away from my nose in a delicate manner, and he wears them, making him look even hotter.

"How do I look?" he asks as if he did not know already, and he brushes his wet hair back. I cannot conceal my smile. "You look...too attractive to be real."

"Ah yeah?" he does not show any fluster but takes the compliment with pleasure. "Yes."

"Well..." he touches them, holding one side with his big hand. "I do have to say that they're great, I mean," he turns his head to look at the boys, the sun hitting his skin and mine, even though I already feel very hot because of him. He bends his head back to look at the blue sky. "The pool looks so amazing."

The pool?

I frown at his sentence but see him lower his chin and direct his face towards the bushes behind me. "You see that?" he drops his hand on his thick thigh, my eyes staring at his thin and red lips. "It looks like I'm looking at the bushes right now, but I'm actually looking at you. That's amazing," his sentence causes a jump of my heart, and he pushes the glasses down his nose bridge. "It's not like my eyes are visible because of the sun hitting my side. Hm?" he smirks at me, so I take a closer look at the shades but notice that I can discern his eyes behind them, and I understand what this means.

I am so embarrassed.

I retrieve those glasses, feeling my heart race out of anxiousness. I hurry to put them back. "I don’t know what you're talking about, Mister Jeon," I bite my lips to hide my nervous smile. "Oh, no. You really don't," he teases me and does not have any mercy. "It's not like I could see your eyes from over there. Uh? That was just an illusion with the sun and shadows, wasn't it?"

My smile cannot be hidden anymore. My laughter escapes me, and I slide on my seat to cover my face with my book and hope to die.

"I can still see you, sweetheart," he laughs and takes it away from my face, but I turn to the side out of shame and uses his t-shirt as a cover for my ugly features that should be out of sight for the rest of the day. "No, don't even try, you come back here," he encircles my body with one of his strong arms to turn me around and pulls the clothing down. "Let me dig a hole, please..."

"No," his sexy laughter runs out of his mouth. "You're adorable."

This sentence makes me shy, and I smile but put those shades away from my face, and I place the book near them. "Have you put some sunscreen over your skin?" he does not talk about it anymore, to my biggest relief, and I shake my head. "It's not necessary."

"Yes, it is. You could get sunburned," he passes his hand over my calf, barely touching my skin. "I won't, and I don't want my hands to be sticky anyway."

"But I don't care about that," he bends over my body and grabs a bottle of sunscreen that all the boys and he used, and he sits down next to my thighs again. "Come on. I don't want you to burn your skin," he shakes it up and down and opens the cap, and he spreads some of it over my legs. "I don't want to, Mister Jeon. I don't like the texture it leaves on my hands."

"Stop whining," he does not listen but cares about my health, and I smile against my will. "Rub it in, or I do it," he closes the bottle and puts it aside, but I pull the t-shirt up to my face. "Do it then."

"Ugh, you're such a baby," he sighs but says it playfully, and I smile without complaining. I would never complain about receiving a massage from him.

He does as he said and rubs the lotion over my thighs first, so I bend my legs up to let him have access to the back of them, and his hand brings pleasure to my mind once he uses it on me. This feels good, and after what he told me about his wife, I do not care about her being jealous, I do not care whether this seems wrong, it is not. He can touch me if he wants to.

Enjoying the way he is rubbing his hand over my thigh, I bring the t-shirt down and look at him but see that he is looking down at my legs and doing this properly. I do not feast my eyes on him but still ogle his toned torso, and he turns more towards me to have one arm between my legs and be able to use both hands.

This feels more like a massage than him simply putting some sunscreen over my skin.

"Have you done this all your life?" I do not keep quiet, and he raises his eyes up. "Of course. I spend my time putting sunscreen over girls' bodies. I'm used to this."

"Ah, I knew it. I'm not surprised, you're a gentleman after all," I tease him about this, and he laughs. "I am. I am a gentleman," he slows down and takes care of the other leg, but he puts his hands on my hips to turn my body towards him and pull me closer, making me feel like a doll he can easily carry around, then he continues.

"Do you know that slapping is good for the skin?" he smirks at me, his tough hand going back and forth over my inner thigh. "No, it's not. Never heard about that, you're lying."

"I'm telling the truth. It even helps the skin in absorbing creams and all, it makes the skin smooth...plenty of benefits," he says in a low voice, keeping his big, brown eyes fixed on mine. "So as a gentleman, I should give you some. Uh? What do you think?"

"I don't think this is a good idea," I shake my head while giggling. "I won't call you a gentleman and make fun of you again, Mister Jeon."

"You better not," he gives a squeeze to my thigh, and I clench my legs uncontrollably. I keep my mouth shut now. "I need to put some over your back, neck, and chest," he gets hold of the bottle again, and I sit up. He pours some of the product in the palm of his hand, and he rubs it over my neck and the part of my chest that is exposed. "I'm not going lower," a soft smile forms on his face, and I understand that he would not want to touch my breasts. He does this in a gentle manner, applies some on my arms, tells me to turn around, and he ends with my back.

"Here you go, little baby," he calls me without knowing that I actually like it. I smile but turn around, and I get back in the position I was while he is rubbing his hands on his thighs to use some of the sunscreen there still is on them. "Y/n!" Hajoon joins us, but he bends over me and lies down on my body to hug me from out of nowhere. "What are you doing?" I glance at him, noticing Mister Jeon's look.

"No one gives me love anymore. You're the only one who does it, so don't hurt my feelings right now," he mumbles, resting his head on my chest and looking at his friends who are too focused on us to not be suspicious. "Hm. Okay...No need to be so dramatic."

"That's rude," he raises his head up and glares at me, but I just giggle at how cute he is. "You're lucky that you're not wet, or I would have pushed you away," I state, and he chuckles. "Uh. Wet. I'm not, don't worry. Dad," he addresses him. "Can you put the food here?"

"Yes," he leaves us and walks away when I wanted him to stay close, and he takes the dish full of meat to come back and place it down next to us, but Hajoon elevates his body with the help of his hands, remaining on top of me, he grabs a sausage, and he turns around to be able to eat while staying with his head on my chest, and his body between my legs.

He is getting a bit too comfortable. I wish it was Mister Jeon instead though.

"Bro," one of the boys approaches us, but I take a look at Mister Jeon and see that he is sitting on the other deck chair and being busy on his phone. "Can we get a spot too?"