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00:30 am.

I walk out of my room now that I am in comfortable clothes, and I step towards the opened living room where the TV is on without any lights on in the house. I get closer in a quiet manner, his eyes staying on his phone, laying on the sofa. I sit down by his side, and he looks at me. "Are you feeling better like that?" he speaks in a low voice and softly laughs, and I do agree with this. "Yes, it feels way warmer too."

"True, the water was warm but not the outside," he locks his phone and puts it on the coffee table. "Aren't you going to be tired tomorrow?" I worry about him, but he shakes his head. "No. I'm fine. I don't want to sleep anyway," he places one arm behind his head, bending one leg up on the sofa. Now that we're out of the tension, the moment that made us act crazy and out of lust, I feel weird, but in a good way, the butterflies seem to not be ready to leave me.

"Will you have trouble sleeping again?" I never stop with my questions, feeling nervous around him when he looks pretty relaxed and good. "No. Actually, I know I'll have a good night if I fall asleep right now."

"Really? How do you know that?" I keep my eyes on him, my knees staying close to my chest. His lips curve up, and he turns his head in my direction. "I just know," he does not give me the answer I was waiting for, but I understand what he means by the look into his eyes only. "What about you? I don't want you to be tired either."

"No, I won't. I don't want to sleep either," I tell half of the truth since I know for sure I will be exhausted and in need of sleep right in the morning, but I don't care, I love the night I am spending by his side. "Ah, and why is that?" he pretends to not know, and I grin. "I just don't want to."

He chuckles, receiving the same answer from me. I smile like an idiot at the sound of his laughter, and I oblige myself to look away from him. I need to stop staring, he will feel uncomfortable if I do not.

We do not say a word but both watch the TV, the movie playing without me being interested at all. I just want to go back into that water and feel him against me, in his arms, with his lips on mine.

"Ugh..." he stretches his body but does not quieten his moan, and my eyes give all their attention to him again. "Do you like this movie?" he grabs hold of the remote control, and I make it obvious I don't care about watching it. "All right," he turns everything off, the moonlight being the only thing that helps us to make out what is around us. He stands up and turns towards me. "Come with me."

I rise, and he takes my hand, so I follow him to my bedroom but already feel my heart race against my will. Once he opens the door, I step inside with him, and he does not only closes the door behind us, he locks it. Since I do not know what he wants to do, I wait on my spot, and he comes closer.

I do not know what he has on his mind, but he has been acting strange since earlier.

My eyes never leave him, but he stands before me, and he leans in, envelops my body with his arms, and picks me up, so I wrap my legs and arms around him. He brings us both to my bed, and he pushes the blanket aside to lie down with me on the sheets, cover our bodies, then turn to the side without ever letting go of me.

I am soundless. I just revel in this moment, not knowing whether this will happen again or not, I cuddle up against him and hide my face in the crook of his neck, and he does the same to me.

His right hand staying in contact with my shoulder, he runs his fingers over my skin and slides them under my nightshirt, caressing my skin and soothing me with his delicate touch full of care.

I do not understand this, but I love it, so I do not want to think about anything.

"Tell me if you want me to stop or leave you alone," he whispers in my ear. "Don't. Stay with me..." I tell him what I cannot keep to myself, and I feel him smile against my skin. "Stay with me as well then..." he softens his voice, his fingers brushing past my shoulder, my collarbone, I close my eyes and hold onto him. "I won't go unless you ask or tell me to."

His warm lips press a tender kiss on my skin, and I shiver at the feeling of it. "Lie down on your back," he retreats, and I roll on my back, wondering why he wants me to do this. Once I'm in the perfect position, he looks into my eyes, and he leans over me, he puts his arms around me and nestles his face in the crook of my neck, laying it on my chest.

This is cute. He is way bigger than me, but yet, he still holds me like a baby.

Not knowing how to respond exactly to this much of affection that I would never have expected to receive from him, I hug him back and play with his hair. He does not even speak, he stays in this position and rubs his thumb over my side, on my ribs.

"You smell so good," he slides his hand down my stomach, smiling. "It's just my shower gel," I laugh but still appreciate it, and he snakes his hand under my top to rub my stomach. "Well, it's not the first time I smell it, but this is the best time to tell you how much I like it. You smell like a dessert, I don't know how to explain," he giggles, but his hand gets me to raise my knees up under the blanket. "Then I'm going to use it all the time."

"Oh, I'd like to know the reason why," he raises his head up and smiles at me, but I give him the answer. "Because I know you like it," I almost blush for admitting the truth, and he worsens my state by bending over and putting his lips against my neck to pamper the same spot with kisses. "But that makes me want to cover your body with kisses," he stays on the same sensitive spot, making me tilt my head and giggle. "It makes me want to cuddle you so bad," he cups my waist to pull me in and press my body against his, and I put my arms around his neck but try not to show this tickles me.

"You smell even better than me though," I pass my fingers through his long hair that brushes my skin each time he makes a small move, and he looks at me. His hand gets right under my body to flatten it on my back. "I cheat, I use some cologne."

"I use a fragrance too," I brush some strands of his long hair behind his ear, but cannot help using both my hands to pull them back. "I know. I once smelled that same one when I was shopping, and I thought about you right away."

"I'm glad to know I'm sometimes on your mind," I proudly let out, and he smiles. "You're cute," he rests his head back on my chest, and his hand remains on my skin, caressing it and covering it with chills.

- Next day -

Tuesday, December 15th, 2020.

6:05 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

A door gets opened as I just sprayed some of my cologne over my neck and inner wrists. I look in that direction since I expect them to be the soft girl I slept with last night, but once we make eye contact, my heart beats faster, and I remember everything we have done. I smile at her, and she returns it, to my greatest relief. "Good morning, how are you?" I fix my watch around my wrist, and she comes closer. "Good morning, I'm fine, and you?"

"I'm fine too," I answer in a low voice, feeling nervous after what happened between us but discerning the same emotion through her body language. I glance down at the console table in front of me, but I do not wimp out, I step towards her and pull my hair back. "Uhm. Can I talk to you in private? Like, in your bedroom?"

She stares at me with some worry but accepts. "Yes, sure," she follows me and goes back into her room with me, feeling like this is more than important to have this conversation with her. I close the door and rub my neck. "You probably know what this is going to be about, don't you?"

"I think I do..." she nods, "Is there something wrong?" her voice sounds way different from last night, and I understand I'm causing some apprehension. "Well, I just want to ask you how you feel after this, I just need to make sure you're okay."

"I am, why?" she answers my question. "Sure? Because I wanted to apologize, I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved it, that was an amazing moment with you, but since I woke up this morning, I cannot stop being worried and terrified that I might have ruined you or something because I couldn't hold back like I should have done..." I try to explain myself without hurting her for using the wrong words. "Especially because of our age gap, I just thought about this right when I woke up and realized...and this is messing with my head."

"No, Mister Jeon, don't worry. I loved it, and I would never feel anything negative with or because of you, do not concern yourself about that," she reassures me but still expresses some grief that I provoked without wanting to. I pass my hand over my throat, regretting the way I'm doing this.

"I just...Do you regret what you did with me?" she asks me, and I realize this is the mistake I wanted to avoid but still ended up making. "I do not regret it because I know myself, and if I had the opportunity to go back in time, I would do it again. I felt really good with you, and I do not regret it, but as a man, I feel bad for not holding back and controlling myself. You know, I do not want to act like nothing happened, I'm not this type of person, I own up to what I do, but I just want to make sure that you do not...How should I say that...?" I hesitate and do my best to find the right way to end my sentence. "Expect anything?" she says it herself with the words I tried not to use.

"It's not that I'm telling you that this was just a sort of one-night stand, I'm not this type of man, I never did it in my life, and I am having a hard time right now because I do not know how to handle the situation..." I clear my that, being honest with her as I can see all the pain over her face. "I'm just at a difficult time of my life, and I do not want you to have to deal with my problems, I mean-" I sigh, covering my face with my hand and calming myself to behave like an adult in front of her. I slide my hand down to my mouth. "I just don't want this to ruin our relationship or cause any tension. I still want to get to know you even more if you want to reveal more about yourself, spend time with you. I just want to make you understand that it was not just an one-night stand, I respect you, I really like and appreciate the girl you are. I did not feel lust or desire only, so this was more than that."

"I can see that you're struggling but don't feel like that, everything's fine. You're still a married man even if you don't love her anymore, you have a lot of problems to deal with, so I totally understand what you mean," she says it in an emotionless voice but smiles at me. "It was more than an one-night stand to me too, so I'm glad to hear you say that. I want to keep on spending time with you, be there for you, help, and know you more. Don't feel stressed about the situation, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Are you sure? You're not going to be distant now, are you?" I ask what worries me the most, and she gently smiles at me. "No, I won't. I'll never be distant unless you tell me to be."

My heart slows down after all the anxiousness my body had to go through, and I relax. "Okay, thank god. I was really scared about this..."

"Don't be," she shakes her head. "Don't add even more worries to the ones you already have."

"Yeah...I just needed to make sure you were okay," I now find some peacefulness, glad to hear her tell me those words. "I should cook now, you're soon going to leave for work," her face exudes more delight than a few seconds ago, and I agree with her to leave the room.

"Wait..." she stops at the door, and I stand very close to her, my eyes fixed on hers. "I...There's just one thing I want to ask you..."

"Tell me," I listen to her, willing to be there to answer her question with honesty. "Uhm..." she lowers her gaze and avoids mine, her hand still holding the door's handle. "What did you feel when we were...together...?"

"On the bed or in the pool?" I ask for her to specify which moment, and she looks up into my eyes. "In the pool...First..."

"Well, I felt extreme pleasure. To be honest with you, I haven't felt like this in a while. This was amazing, and afterwards, I just wanted to hold you tight, to kiss you, and..." I stare into her eyes, wondering if I should keep the end to myself. "I did want to continue."

"Why didn't you?" she does not hide her curiosity now that I let this out, but I do not go back on my statement, I let her know. "I knew I had to put an end there and not step over the boundaries even further. There was a limit I could not trespass to me."

"And on the bed?" she gets to the second one. "I felt like a baby in your arms," I do not feel ashamed about it, beaming at her and seeing how bright the look into her eyes became. "I did not want to leave the bed in the morning, I wanted to stay there, hold you, listen to your heartbeat and feel...worth your time and attention..."

Her lips curve even more up, and she gazes down or of shyness. "It means a lot to me, but you'll always be worth it," she points this out, and I give up on denying my emotions. She opens the door to get out of the room, and I follow her.

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11:30 am.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I straighten my painful back after cleaning the floor of the kitchen, and I hold the sweep, feeling tired like I expected to. I knew it, but I do not regret it.

The sound of the front door getting unlock startles me as no one is supposed to be home at this hour. I fear a stranger to come within sight, but once I see Mister Jeon walk in, I feel some relief. However, this is unusual.

"Mister Jeon?" I do not understand this early comeback, and he takes his shoes and jacket off. "Hey..." he forces a smile, and I immediately do not feel good about this. "Hey, what makes you come home so early?"

He drops his keys on the console table and puts his bag down on the sofa to then sit down on it, blankly staring into space. I do not pressure him to answer me, noticing some trouble. I leave the sweep in a corner and get closer to him to be by his side. "Are you in pain?"

He holds his hands together and turns his head in my direction, without making eye contact but looking down at my thighs.