I never break eye contact but smile at him, but our attention gets snatched away from one another once Bubble runs away from me, with a string of my dress in her mouth, and opens the front in a simple second. My hands fly up to my breasts that got a bit revealed with my bra, but Mister Jeon hurries to catch her. "Bubble!" her name removes all the authority from him, but he manages to stop her, and he squats down to retrieve what she took away from my clothing. "Give me that, little brat," he gets it away from her mouth, and she quickly escapes.

He comes back towards me as I am burning in embarrassment and keeping my hands against my chest. My face must pour in display what is going on inside of me. I am so hot right now, I feel like dying.

"Here, I’m so sorry," he stands before me, so I get up and try to use one hand only to take it.  "You can use the bathroom if you need," he suggests me to do as it must be more than obvious that I am struggling. "I don’t even know how it was done," I stress out, not knowing what to do but feeling like I should not ask him to give me a hand.

"I…Do you want me to help or something?" he reads my mind, and I glance up at him, feeling the heat on my face. "I…Yeah…If you don’t mind. I just…" I pull my hand away from my breasts but keep the fabric close to my skin to not reveal anything more than what he saw a minute ago. "I think you have to pass the string through the holes like on a shoe, but I’m always unable to find the way to do it," I set my eyes on him to check his reaction, and he takes the string in his hand. "I’m going to do it as if it was a shoe, then I’ll make the bow at the top," he remembers how it was more than I do, so I hold both sides and let him do it, hoping for this to not make him uncomfortable.

I look down at his fingers, watching how delicately he is doing this, obviously avoiding my skin to not touch this area of my body. "Is it good so far? Isn’t it too tight?" he stops before going higher. "It’s good," I let him continue that way, and he carries on. This is silent like ever. I raise my eyes up as discreetly as possible, and I have a glimpse of his features, spending those long seconds with my attention on his lips and big eyes. He is so effortlessly attractive, even more when he is focused.

"I’m almost done," he allows me to take my hands off of it, but I bite my lips at the feeling of them forming a smile while I am staring at his thin and soft ones. For no reason known, his teeth appear. "What is making you smile like that?" he catches me, and I drift my eyes up to his. "Your face when you’re focused," I do not tell a falsehood that would be unnecessary, and he bites his lips. "Don’t stare at me when I’m focused, it makes me nervous," he finishes doing the bow. "Look, is it pretty like this?" he brings my eyes on it, and I nod. "Yes, thank you."

"You’re welcome," he steps back, and he puts the stool, that he used, properly.

•••

12:20 pm.

'JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V.'

"Breakfast is ready, Hajoon," I call him, and I walk back to the dining table where y/n and Hyejoon are, my little boy acting shy in front of her when he was excited about seeing her yesterday. "He’ll be there in a minute," I sit down on my chair, but already hear a door upstairs. He is faster than usual, what a coincidence.

While Hajoon is joining us, I lay my eyes on y/n, finding it awfully difficult to not look at her when I have been hoping for this day to happen for so long. I smile at the sight of her answering Hyejoon’s questions, his baby face and little voice weakening her heart for sure. "This is the food you brought, isn’t it?" Hajoon asks her, and she answers while holding the toy my baby gave her. "We can’t tell you, you have to eat, and then once dinner will be done, you’ll tell us what you preferred."

"Yours," this little toady picks her as I expected him to do, but y/n gazes into my direction and catches me staring, so I glance down at my dish and take my chopsticks in my hand to ignore what just happened. "Won’t you be able to recognize your dad’s food?" she does not say anything about the eye contact that should not have occurred, and I look at them both but still keep an eye on my baby. "No," he chuckles and shakes his head. "Unless he cooks a meal that I know he likes."

"What does he like the most?" she shares this moment with us, her voice soothing my mind without even saying any meaningful words. "The one you cooked the first time for us, he’s been cooking it since then, as well as the cake that he loved like ever but has never been able to bake like you did," he does not even try to moderate the information he gives her, he lets her know about everything. "Oh, I’m happy my food became your favorite," she looks at me, and I smile but do not make it linger, feeling self-conscious. "By the way, do you still have the plushy he gave you?" his questions come thick and fast, never taking a break only because he cannot control himself when he is stoked. "I do, it’s on my bed."

"He wears the bracelet you offered him all the time too, he never takes it off," nothing remains in his mouth, and I sigh at him but smile. "Can you not talk about everything?"

"Why? There’s nothing wrong about it," he does not grasp the meaning of my frustration when it is more than clear that I am bashful about some stuff. I shake my head to not be annoying but let him chat with her the way he wants to. He is so indiscreet, but he will not stop, he knows how I feel around her, and he has fun doing it since it is the first time it happens.

She finally has some time to enjoy lunch now that he is quiet, but he quickly comes back after swallowing what he had in his mouth and barely chewed on. "By the way, how is it going at your workplace?" he asks a question that I have been eager to get the answer to, and I look at her. "Fine."

"Sure?" he discerns the same through her response. "Yes. Some days are just more exhausting than the others, but overall, it’s fine," she hides something from us, not telling all the truth. I will have to talk about it with her in private if I ever get the chance to do it. "If you say so," he does not insist, to my greatest relief. "Are you gonna sleep here tonight?"

"I can’t," she refuses, with a gentle smile upon her face. "Why?"

"I just came back for the first time today. I can’t sleep at people’s house like that," she explains to him, and I remain silent. "You can…We’re more than people."

"Hajoon," I speak before her. "She said she doesn’t want to," I make sure he does not make her feel uncomfortable for refusing. "Yeah, I just want you to know that you can come here and do whatever you want all the time. You’re a special person for us."

"Thank you," she softly reacts to this. "I’ll stay until you go to sleep if you want."

"Really? I’m happy then," he displays the way she easily delights him, and I smile to myself.

•••

11 pm.

"Come on, Hajoon. You have to leave the house early tomorrow, so go to bed now," I have a hard time sending him to his bedroom as he has been telling goodbye to y/n for ten minutes. "See you next week, take care of yourself and sleep tight," he hugs her once more. "Have sweet dreams, dream of me," he manages to make her giggle, and he steps back. "Take care too, go to bed now. You need sleep."

"Yes," he nods and does as told now that she is the one who said it. “Bye!" he hurriedly gives her one last hug and runs up the stairs, leaving us both alone in the living room. I put my hands in my pocket, my body reacting upon what it feels inside. I clear my throat but gaze at her, and we both smile. "I should go…"

"Can I drive you home? I feel a bit fearful to let you get in a taxi at this hour," I propose, willing to be there for her and make sure she is safe. "Aren’t you tired?" she does not decline instantly, and I shake my head. "I’m not."

"Sure?" her cute face puts a smile on mine, and I affirm what I said a second ago. "Very sure."

"All right, I wouldn’t mind getting a ride," she accepts, provoking some relief and pleasure to me since I did not want her to leave already. "Okay, let me warn Hajoon about it," I tell her and walk upstairs to head to his bedroom. I knock on the door and step inside. "Hey," I speak in a low voice. "I’m driving y/n to her house, so take care of Hyejoon while I’m away. Can you?"

"Yes," he complies. "Thank you, see you later if you’re still awake," I step out of his bedroom as he answered me, and I go back to y/n. She is already at the front door, with her shoes and jacket on, so I put mine on as well. I grab my keys once I am done, and I head up to the door to open it, and I let her go out first, I lock the door behind me, and we both walk towards my car. I make it fast to turn the heater on, the cold affecting the both of us, and I wait for her to put her seat belt on.

"This car is even more amazing from the inside," she talks about this interior that I personalized, and I put my seat belt on to leave the driveway and get on the road. "Wait, I forgot," I stop the car and use my phone as a GPS. “You can locate your house on the map," I wait for her to do it, going there for the first time. "Here," she presses on the screen, and I go back on the road. "This is farther than I thought."

"You don’t have to drive me there if-"

"That’s not what I meant," I cut her off in a soft way, correcting what her mind could make her believe. "At least I get to have more time with you."

"True, that’s a good thing," she answers and expresses the same feelings, but since we are now alone together, I need to bring a topic up. "I want to talk about something with you though. After I heard what you said about your job, I cannot help but be worried. I feel like you don’t feel good there…" I tell her about my thoughts, hoping for her to not lie anymore. She does not say a word, staying quiet for a few seconds.

"It’s not that I don’t like this job, but I just hate my boss and colleagues. Most of them are males, and the only female there is, is the boss’ daughter…but she doesn’t like me and always makes remarks whenever I mess up a little…" she finally lets it out and does not leave it in her head. "Why does she hate you?"

"I don’t know…maybe because of something that one of the colleagues has said or done…" she shrugs, being vague in her answer. "And do you know what he might have done?" I try to get to know more without being too forceful, not letting her deal with this on her own. "There is this one man who often stays close to me, but too much. He likes to touch me, even though I already told him to stop many times, he doesn’t care. So this girl, instead of defending me, she gets mad because she likes him…this is ridiculous…it’s worse than a drama."

I clench my jaw to control the words that are about to leave my mouth. "Does no one see it or do anything about this guy? Have you talked about it to your boss?" I ask before making any decisions. "It’s useless. He would put the blame on me or claim that I’m lying and trying to ruin his reputation…"

"Gosh…" I heave a sigh full of wrath. I stop at a red light, one hand on the steering wheel while the other is touching the side of my face to hold it. "What is this guy’s name?" I set my eyes on her, but she keeps hers on the road. "Bonwha. He’s twenty-two."

I think about the things I could tell her, and I drive forth now that the light turned green. "You should leave this job. I’ll pay you to make sure you can live without any problem, and we’ll find you a new job together."

"No, Mister Jeon…I can’t accept some money if I do not do anything to earn it," her response does not even surprise me at all, but I complain internally. "Then I’ll give you a small job. If you need a reason, I can give it to you," I make it simple but do not hear her. Not wanting to sound harsh or insistent, I explain to her why I am reacting that way. "I don’t want you to feel like I’m desperately asking you to come to our house or anything, but I just want you to be happy and live well."

"I know, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. It touches me to see that you both wouldn’t mind me living with you all. I just feel like I don’t deserve it," she lets some emotions off her chest, relieving me from a weight that was caused by the fear of being too invasive. "Why wouldn’t you? The only thing you don’t deserve is the life you have to live right now because of your parents who never supported you in anything you’ve done. Your parents should be there to help, that’s what they’re for, not just to make a kid and leave them once they’re adult. If that’s how you treat a child, then it’s better to just buy a pet."

"I wish that’s how they had thought," she speaks but makes me feel like this does not have a good meaning "What?"

"That they should have bought a pet instead of making me. If they had, they wouldn’t have had to take care of me and waste their time raising a child who wouldn’t do anything great in life," her words break my heart, the way she says them reflects all the pain she has inside of her. I wish I knew about her parents before she left my house, I would never have let her go back there. "Don’t say that. I’m happy you’re here, and you do more than you think. I wouldn’t be here today if you were not born. My kids wouldn’t be as happy as they are, Hyejoon wouldn’t have had an amazing and considerate babysitter who was there for him more than his own mother ever did. Hajoon and I wouldn’t have met the wonderful person that you are, who helps others like no one else would, who cares about them more than the ones who are supposed to love them…and I could go on for hours…Anyone would want someone like you in their life, trust me," I let all my words out to put it in her head and not let her doubt her worth anymore. She deserves so much happiness and love, but she does not even realize or want to acknowledge it.

I peek at her as she did not answer but fall upon her gazing at me in one of the softest manners. "Okay? Don’t say that about yourself again?" I smile at her, and she returns it. "I don’t know what to say, no one ever said that to me…"

"No need to say anything, just take it," I laugh, quietly, and I glance at her to see her smile. "Thank you. This means a lot to me…"

I do not say a word, hoping for her to remember those words all the time and remind herself of her worth, and the importance of her life no matter what she thinks.

20 minutes later...

"All right, here we are," I park in front of the house I suppose to be hers, and she unbuckles her seat belt. "Do you want to come in?" she offers, and I think about it, wondering if this will not bother Hajoon. "Yeah," I cannot refuse, knowing that my son will understand. Hyejoon is sleeping at this hour anyway, so it is fine.

"It's small, so this won't be a long visit," she smiles but grabs her bag, and I leave the car with her, then lock the doors. I follow her towards the front door, and she enters the house, making me do so as I cannot help but be curious about the inside.