"Can we get a spot too?"

"No, she only hugs me. Sit on the grass," he chews on the meat like a baby, acting like one because he can be against me. "There's still some space next to her. We get at each side of her—"

"She's not a toy," Mister Jeon speaks out and looks up at them. "Sit on the grass if you want to be close to him."

Now that the tall and authoritative man talked, they both stay quiet and sit down on the ground, and they talk together while I am still keeping Mister Jeon's clothing against me and just listening to them.

"Why do you stay in your shorts and top?" one of those boys asks me, and I frown at him. "Because I want to..."

"But why don't you wear a bikini if you're sunbathing?" he does not stop with his weird questions. "Like, you're gonna get marks here," he touches my thigh, but before I could even react, Hajoon slaps it away from me. "Get that fuck— that freaking hand away from her," he does not curse because of his father who is at some inches away from us. I saw his eyes dart up as soon as he heard him, he really does not like it when his son curses.

"Chill. I was just telling her," he acts like it is not a problem. "Tell her without using your hands," he defends me but talks with his mouth full. "You have your fucking head on her breasts! Are you kidding me?"

"I don't do it just to touch her, and I'm her baby anyway, so I can do it," his reply makes me smile. "Look," he flexes in front of them, and he licks his fingers to turn around and wrap his arms around me. "And she does not even mind it. Do you?"

"I don't," I let this boy have what he wants, and I hug him back, feeling soft. "I hate you," his jealous friend utters while the other one is just laughing at him. "It's mutual."

I run my fingers through his fluffy hair to play with them while he is enjoying his time here, but I check what time it is. "I'm gonna have to go and wake your little brother up."

"My dad can do it. Right, dad?" he emphasizes the end of his sentence to make sure he hears him, but I answer before Mister Jeon could. "No, I do it. It's my job."

"I can do it. Don't worry, y/n," he tries to take the lead and not make me work today, but I do not accept. I do not say anything and let him believe he will not relax. "By the way, dude. You're flexing about the fact that you can hug her, but who would she pick between you and your dad? Uh?" he does not drop it, crossing his arms. "Shut up," Hajoon keeps his eyes closed, directing his head in the other direction to avoid them.

"She would pick Mister Jeon for sure," he tells the truth that Hajoon probably does not want to hear. "That's not true. She'd pick me no matter what."

"You would?" he does not give me a chance to not answer. "That doesn't matter. I have to take care of the baby now anyway," I make Hajoon understand. "Already? I feel good here."

"Yes, already" I comb his hair back and do it kindly. "Give me a kiss, and I let you go," he begs, causing some disbelief. He is annoying, but I find it adorable.

I press a kiss on his cheek, and his satisfaction allows him to move away from me with a grin drawn on his face. "I want you to cuddle me when I wake up too...you know...why does Hyejoon gets all the love like that and not me...?" he cries for affection, and I stand up, holding Mister Jeon's clothing. "I'll cuddle you if you want," I do not leave him with sorrow, and he smiles at me, like his father would.

"You're so much of a bug," Mister Jeon reacts upon his child's behavior, chuckling at him. "You forgot this," I hand him his t-shirt, and he takes it. "Thank you. You could have kept it with you if you wanted though. You seemed to like it."

"I...I was just keeping it warm," I lie and flee away to not get embarrassed again. I head to the house, and my break comes to an end.

— Three weeks later —

Saturday, December 12th, 2020.

8:35 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Y/n?" I leave my office after having a talk with one of my colleagues, and she stands up from the sofa to already be there. I smile once she looks at me but gestures her to come and follow me. I wish I could have not lived this moment, but I guess I don't have a choice.

I lead her upstairs and move up to my bedroom, and I let her in first to then follow and close the door.

She does not move, she stands on her spot, her hands joined behind her back. I remain silent for a moment while walking up to the closet, and I step inside to get a box I've been hiding from everyone here. I only received this package two weeks ago, but once I saw what was inside, the message that was with it, I refused to show it to her. However, now I have to.

I carry it to her, and I put it down on the bed. I take the top away, but I explain to her what is happening before getting the items out. "Y/n...Uhm," some bother complicates this task, and I look at her into the eyes as she seems pretty nervous. "I received a call from one of my colleagues, a colleague that I do not appreciate at all, but that is not the point. I..." my eyes peek down at the inside. "I received this package two weeks ago. The thing is, it is not for me," I make it clear right at the beginning, reading some incomprehension in her eyes. "I told only two or three colleagues about you, but some of them had to snitch and tell others about it. I did not say anything wrong, I just told them that I had a household and that...that I feel very comfortable and good with you, but there was not anything more. However, at my workplace, most of the men are macho ones, so when one of those got to know about the fact that I have a young girl at my house who works for me, he misunderstood and told our boss about it, and long story short, my boss sent me this. I did not want to talk about it with you because I would never tell you to wear anything, but this Monday, they will come here for a sort of celebration for the number of days spent at our new workplace and everything, with my boss...and...if I dare to show up with you when you're not wearing what he bought, I fear very badly to be...poorly regarded...so...I want to talk about it with you first."

"Yeah...sure...Mister Jeon. Show me what it is," she does not ask any question or shows some uneasiness, so I take the dress and pumps out. I lay them on the bed to reveal it. "I...I really hate this, and I do not feel comfortable with the thought of you wearing this 'for me', so tell me what you think about it. If you do not agree, I'll find a solution, so do not feel pressured, you can decide whether you wear this or not."

She steps towards me to take a closer look at the maid outfit that looks way too inappropriate to me since she should have the right to wear what she wants and not be forced to do anything.

"Will your colleagues frown on you if they see me without this?" she glances at me to get an answer, and I nod. "Since this is from my boss and that they all know about this 'gift', yes, they will."

"Okay, I'll wear it. Don't worry," she does not even express any opposition to it, getting me to be surprised. "Really? Are you sure? I do not want you to—"

"I'm serious, Mister Jeon," she does not let me finish. "I'll wear this. I don't want anyone to bother you, or you to risk losing your job because of something this stupid. I'm okay with it, this is actually cute."

"Y/n," I pronounce her name for her to lock eyes with me. "Can you promise me you will not feel uncomfortable in it?"

"I promise you that I won't," she smiles at me, but I cannot be reassured or relieved. I do not feel good about this idea. To me, this seems like I'm objectifying her, and I hate it.

I breathe out, heavily but think about it. "I'll see in two days if I haven't changed my mind."

"Don't," she says and takes the clothing. "I'm happy to help you, no matter what this is about or what I have to do, I'll do anything for you, Mister Jeon."

I can't believe she can say that. She really is sweet and considerate, but way too much. I hope she is not like this with everyone, otherwise, she might be easily manipulated.

"I'll see," I assert, but she smiles at me and closes the box to take it with her. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?" she softly asks, standing before me. I cogitate to know what could be brought up, staring at her, with my hands in the pockets of my trousers. No words or ideas come to my mind, but just from the way she gazes at me, my lips curve up into a smile.

"Does your back still hurt?" I cannot help wanting to know how she feels now. "A little, but the massage made me..." she licks her lips, and her doubt makes it obvious that I was not wrong earlier. I knew she felt more than she wanted to when I went a bit harder for this second massage I gave her without holding back. "It helped me a lot."

"Good, I'm glad it did," I smile but feel bad for putting it forth as I can see that she still feels embarrassed about it.

/ flashback \

I keep on kneading one area that seems very sensitive after going on for at least ten minutes. We both remain silent since we don't need to talk, but once I push on one spot and go down her spine, she arches her back, so I move up and repeat this action that seems to bring some pleasure. "You can put your arms on my thighs if it feels more comfortable," I tell her to do since this could change the position she's in, but she only hums and does as suggested.

I do not cease the same movement I've been doing since I felt her body react almost instinctively, and I go higher to the nape of her neck, then the sides of it that can be painful too. At the exact moment that I glide my thumbs down her spine with the perfect pressure, I feel her right hand grip my trousers, and I understand right away that the pleasure is a bit too intense. However, that does not stop me, I go back to the neck and make it gentle, watching her react between my thighs.

The muscles in her neck obviously relax when she bends her head back. I smile uncontrollably at the cute way she's moving, and I turn the kneading into caresses to see if she likes it too, being careful with the neck.

She definitely likes this area the most, so I remain there. I rub my thumbs on the triggering points, but she clenches her legs. "Wait—" she says in a moan, but I give one more kneading and check up on her face. "What's wrong?" I smile at her red cheeks, knowing what they mean. She puts her hands back on her thighs. "I...I'm fine. I need to pee, I drank too much before coming here," she stands with no valid explanation, and she leaves.

/ end of flashback \

"You can always ask me for a massage if you feel some pain again, all right?" I try to make her feel at ease about what happened, but the color of her face shows the opposite of what I wish I could see. "I will..." she nods, nonetheless.

"Well, what are you going to do right now?" I tuck my hands in the pockets of my trousers, and she holds onto the box. "Hajoon asked me to play with him, so that's what I'm going to do."

"Ah. Gosh, if you ever want to just lay back and not do anything. Tell him, okay?" I chuckle, feeling like she does not say no but only because she does not want to hurt him. "I know, I'll tell him," she smiles.

"All right, I let you go then," I leave her alone after a moment I expected to be more difficult, but she stops me. "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, prepare all the stuff for Monday," I answer her, not getting out of the room. "Oh, take some breaks though. This is important," her sweetness affects my mood for the best, and I softly smile at her. "I know, but the same goes for you."

— Two days later —

Monday, December 14th, 2020.

7:40 am.

I step out of the bathroom after getting ready but later since I don't have to leave the house. Sooyeon is already gone, and Hajoon is soon going to leave the house. I make my way to the living room with only a pair of trousers on, my dress shirt waiting on the board to be ironed.

Once I hear some voices echo through the house, I take a look in the kitchen but see my teenager, with y/n, who is wearing the dress and pumps for the first time. This is so messed up, I did not expect it to look like that on her. I cannot handle the sight of her in such a dress, this sexualizes her.

"Put a shirt on, old man," my son notices me first, and y/n turns around, so I raise my eyes up to look at her face but see that not only she tied her hair up in a ponytail, but she left two strands of hair in front. This is so cute.

"This whole thing is weird, dad. Just my opinion, but it looks like a pervert forced her to wear sexy clothes to—"

"I don't want to hear you, Hajoon," I cut him off, knowing that he is right. I cannot stand it, but I do not know what to do. I feel like I'm objectifying or sexualizing her, and that is something I do not like at all.

"Okay then..." he rolls his eyes, sipping on his banana milk. I heave a sigh but look up at y/n again, feeling glad that Sooyeon is not here otherwise she would have thrown a tantrum.

Our eyes meet, but I glance away and get to the counter to serve myself a cup of coffee. "You look like those girls in anime, you know, with a rude, dominant guy who bosses her around," he does not keep quiet about it while talking to her, but I do not say anything, I pour some coffee in a glass, with some milk.

"At least you find me pretty, that's the most important," she states, but the sounds of her pumps coming closer makes me turn my head. I take a gulp of my drink but see her place a dish on the counter, and she joins her hands behind her back. "I cooked this for you..."

A smile turns my lips up, and I put my cup down. "They're healthy, mini chocolate pancakes," she tells me as they already made my mouth water with the strawberries and whipped cream. I grab the fork she placed on the side, tuck my other hand in my pocket, and turn towards her to taste it.

I take a piece, with strawberries and whipped cream, and I put it in my mouth. I chew on this tasty food, but I eat another one out of hunger. Then I peek at her but catch her staring at my lips. She drops her eyes down to my neck, but once I move, she quickly raises her eyes up and locks eyes with me.

"Do you like it?"