"What's wrong?" he smiles at me, and my lips curve up in an instant. "Nothing..." I deny the truth and take hold of his shirt that he left on the floor, I steal it and put it over my chest now that I am not in the spur of the moment anymore but feeling my shyness come back. He glances down at his clothing, and his grin widens. "You're lying."

I quietly laugh and pull the shirt higher to hide half of my face, and he grips the bottom of it. "Tell me what's wrong," he lifts it up and leans in, but he passes his head underneath and softly presses some kisses on my breasts, making my heart skip a beat. He makes me feel so good, and he knows how to make me lose my mind so easily, he is a dangerous man.

At the feeling of his soft and warm lips puckering against my skin to leave some love on it, I move the shirt to the side but clench my legs, and I cannot help but caress his tattooed back and shoulders, loving how tough and broad it is, loving to touch him.

"Baby," he brushes my skin with his breathing, and gradually goes down, marking me with his lips. "Tell me," he raises his eyes up, and I let him get what he wants once he approaches his face from mine, with his swollen lips calling for mine. "I wanted to do something..." I press my lips together, my nervousness making me do so. "Do what?" he fixes his eyes on them.

"I can't say it, I'm shy now," I laugh and do not hold back from playing with his long hair. I always want to put my fingers in it, it is so fluffy and pretty. It is not my fault if I cannot control myself. "Don't be," he shakes his head, gently speaking in a low voice. "You can tell me and use the words you want."

"Hmm..." I think about it, feeling like I might make it awkward. I comb his hair, brushing some strands of hair, that falls back in the front, behind his ear. "I'll do it next time, I'll surprise you with it."

"Oh, you'll surprise me with it," he raises his eyebrows. "I let it pass this time, but I won't give up if this happens again," he reminds me of his power, and I keep some of his hair behind his head. "Thank you, Sir."

"I'll surprise you with something too," he moves his body up to peck my forehead, but one of his arms tightens its hold on me, and he makes us switch to have me on top of him. I am almost fully naked on him, and for some reason, this makes me feel insecure since all my flaws are exposed.

"Don't stop what you were doing," he asks for me to keep on playing with his hair, his smile tickling my heart, I do it without waiting, and he puts his underwear and pants back properly, getting me to feel his veins skim past or press on my inner thigh.

"I want the same hair," I twirl his hair with my finger, wishing mine were as healthy and soft. "Why would you? Yours are much prettier and young," he glances down between us to close his belt. "I like yours more."

He takes my compliment without contradicting, and once he is done closing his belt, I lie down on him and scrutinize his features. His pretty eyes staring into mine, I brush his hair away from his face and pass the tip of my fingers over the side of his face. He really is perfect. His skin is smooth and clear, his eyes are big, deep, and penetrating, full of emotions that do not need to be said to be understood. His lips are so pretty as well, thin, always soft and rosy, ready for a kiss. Then, his body does not even need to be talked about.

"Don't look at me for too long," the crinkles in the corners of his eyes sharpen, his hands stroking the side of my thighs. "You're gonna see all my wrinkles."

"Are you talking about the lines of maturity and experience?" I giggle after trying to compliment him, and he laughs. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard."

I smile but enjoy the sight of him looking so happy and lively. "Wrinkles can make men look even more handsome and sexy, so don't worry about getting some."

"That means I'll be a sexy grandpa, uh?" he purposely says this sentence to joke, and I cannot even deny finding it funny. "You'll always be sexy no matter what—" a vibration against my thigh cuts me off and makes my eyes dart down to it. "It's probably Hajoon," he takes it out of his pocket and checks the notification, and I let him read it. "It's him. I'm soon going to have to go back home," he answers him, his other hand still caressing my skin and tracing some shape over my back. "Do you have time to eat?"

"Of course I do, I'm not leaving without eating with you," he locks his phone and puts it down to look into my eyes, and I kiss his lips. "Let's do it before you have to leave then," I joyfully move up even if I was loving this soothing moment a lot. "Just let me put my clothes back on."

"You don't have to, you know..." his hand gives a squeeze to my hip, and I smile but stand up. "Wait," he grabs my thigh, gently, and he sits up to pick his shirt up. "You can put this on if you want."

"You think I wouldn't want to wear what has your scent on it?" I take it without thinking twice, but his eyes look me up and down, he plants a kiss on my lower stomach, and stands up. He now towers me with his height, shutting my mouth without doing anything. "Put your scent on it for me then," he bends over to take the dirty tissues he used earlier, and he moves towards the trashcan as I am putting his clothing on, and I walk up to the kitchen side. I grab my clothes, feeling Mister Jeon pass behind me to reach the sink out and wash his hands.

"I'm coming back in a minute," I warn him since I need to go to the bathroom and put a new pair of underwear on, and he hears me. "Take all the time you need, I'm taking care of the food."

"Okay," I do not complain or refuse to let him do it, and I leave, with a big amount of happiness traveling through my veins.

•••

8:20 pm

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I leave my shoes in the cabinet after doing the same with my jacket, and I walk up to the living room, not seeing my baby boy since I am late today.

"Finally..." Hajoon does not keep quiet about it, and I nervously pull my hair back. "Sorry, I wanted to eat at her house for dinner. She's always all alone."

"You're lucky. I wish I could eat the food she cooks too," he forgets about all the meals I cook on a daily basis for him and his little brother, and I slightly take offense at it. "Well, thank you for appreciating the food I serve you every day."

He laughs at me, and I land on the sofa, still thinking about what happened with y/n earlier. "No problem," his mercy never appears, but I am so used to this that I do not feel any bother. "You're a brat," I shake my head, and he grins but keeps his eyes on his phone.

Since I have not texted y/n yet, I take my phone out and make sure to let her know I am home, the images of what happened earlier still running through my head. I do have to be honest with myself, I wanted to go further, this was hard to hold back, but I had to, this will make it even more thrilling and amazing once we will do it.

< good:) are you in bed? ]

[ not yet, why? >

< I'm just asking ]

[ why? I know this means something else >

< just thinking about something since earlier ]

[ and what is it? >

She does not answer as fast as she was for the other text, so I wait but take a peek at Hajoon, and I lock my phone.

"When are you going to bed?" I ask, willing to know. "I don't know, I'm gonna play with some friends in two hours."

"All right," I take his answer but feel like I should be alone to text y/n. If she has been thinking about something since earlier, this means this must be serious or she might tease me.

Not knowing what decision I should take, I put my phone down but stretch, and I bend my head back to run my hands through my hair. I keep them both behind my head and look at the movie that is playing, but the vibration of my phone gets me to bring one hand to it.

< I was thinking about...like...you know, after what you said or did...I thought about...your height. I never did it so I don't know, but I'm scared that we might not be able to do it...you're 6'5 and I'm like...I mean most women would look small next to you, but I feel way too small and I don't know, I just wanted to talk about it earlier but didn't dare ]

< and I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable with this ]

[ hey, you won't make me uncomfortable. This is important to talk about your worries and this type of stuff in a couple. Don't worry about this though. This is possible, it might happen, some couples can't do it because either the woman is too tight, or the man is too big, but even if this happens, we'll find a solution, so don't concern yourself about this, okay? >

< okay❤ ]

I smile and send the same heart back. I did think about this matter too, unfortunately, but we do not know yet, so this is unnecessary to be worried.

"I'm going to take a shower then go to bed, I need to wake up a bit earlier tomorrow," I decide to leave the room, feeling worn out. "Okay, have a good night," he types on his phone, and I tell him the same words before walking upstairs.

I make my way to my baby's room before doing anything, and I check up on him as I always do every day. I press a kiss on his head, put the blanket properly on his body, then I leave him alone to not wake him up, and I get into my bedroom.

I close the door, drop my phone on my bed, and I take all my clothes off, starting with my shirt, this one that y/n wore and which still smells like her. I undo my belt, and pull my pants and underwear down, getting my socks at the time. I breathe out, feeling better like this, I gather all my clothes and enter my bathroom to leave all the fabrics in the laundry basket, and I go in my shower right away.

10 minutes later...

Finally feeling clean and good, I pass my towel over my torso and drop it in the basket. I turn the lights off, and I step out to go back to my bed. Before getting comfortable, I grab a pair of silk pajama pants, and I put them on to land on my bed, grab my phone, and text y/n.

[ have a good night, sleep tight, baby. I love you❤ >

I get under my blanket after sending this message, but she already answers me.

< wait, can I ask you something before you go to sleep? ]

[ Sure, tell me >

< I thought about our conversation of earlier, and I maybe I could spend the weekend at your house. Would that be okay? Or do you need some time to rest? ]

[ Do you really think I'd rather spend a weekend all alone than spend it with you and be able to cuddle you? >

< 🥰 ]

[ of course I would. Don't bother me. >

I joke with her in a playful manner but notice that she is not answering, so I hurry to reassure her.

[ I'm joking my baby, you know I've been waiting for you to be here and live with us❤ Call me once you're about to arrive, okay? I can't wait to see you❤ >

< you broke my heart ]

[ No, stop, I regret it now😭 >

< hm. I forgive you:( I will call. I'm eager to be with you too. Now I leave you alone, have a good night, sleep tight and dream of me, I love you❤ ]

[ I hope I'll dream of you, I love you too, baby❤ >

I smile but put my phone down, feeling in the heaviness of my eyelids how exhausted I am. I close my eyes, and I get comfortable on the mattress, feeling good as ever.

— Next day —

Saturday, March 12th, 2022.

8 am.

I walk down the stairs after having my morning routine, feeling cozy in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. I run my fingers through my hair and grab it to pull it back, and I let a moan out while stretching.

"Dad!" Hajoon hurries to join me in the kitchen. "Y/n is coming here in two hours. She said she's coming with a surprise," he expresses a lot of joy, and I grin at how cute he is. "Really? What did you tell her for her to say that?" I pretend not to know about it.

"I sent her a text last night to ask her if she would visit us this weekend because I cannot wait to see her, and she answered me a few minutes ago," he tells me. "Ah, I see. I guess you're going to have a good day," I know him more than he even knows himself, and he confirms with a beam.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I grab my phone and text y/n to tell her good morning and ask her how was her night. "Cabbage sandwich that you did the other day, that was good," he answers, so I take it as an order, and I start to cook. "All right,"

"Are you going to work out today?" he sits down on a stool to face, and I nod. "Yeah, I'll do it after cooking so that I can eat and then be ready once y/n is here."

"Okay," he focuses back on his phone. "I have to tell you something though," I believe this moment to be the perfect one. "Y/n and I are together, so...she might kiss me once she comes in."

"Finally," he does not show any bother, and I cannot hold back from smiling. No matter the discomfort this still causes, I am more than relieved to see that, at least, he accepts and respects it.

•••

9 am.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Hello," Hajoon greets me with a broad beam once I step inside the house, having Hyejoon just right next to him. "Hey, how are you doing?" I take my shoes off but cannot help wondering where Mister Jeon is. He did not answer to my text that I sent some minutes ago, and I can some loud music in one of the rooms. What is happening here?

"I...wait," he points his finger at my luggage, his mouth wide opened. "Does that mean what I think it does?" his big eyes nearly sparkle at the thought of it, and I giggle. "What do you think that means?" I take my jacket off. "Are you staying?" a large smile forms on his face, and I nod. "I am, but for the weekend only."

"Really?!" his joy makes me soft, but he throws his arms around me and bear hug me. "I'm so happy."

I hug him back, and he pulls away to smile at me. "I'm going to carry it to my dad's room, but how are you how? How was the ride? Was it okay?" he takes my jacket to put it in a cabinet, and I nod. "I'm fine. It was, but the driver couldn't stop talking," I chuckle but notice Hyejoon gazing at me with his big eyes of baby. "Hey," I squat down in front of his small body and smile at him, but he toys with the pacifier he has in his mouth, and he smiles before running to his big brother.

"Aw, come on, you always act like a little brat when she's not here," he picks him up in his arms, and I get back up. "He's shy, don't be mean to shy people. Okay?"

"He's just acting cute in front of you," he grins and carries him to the living room, so I follow him but notice that their kitten is waiting in front of the door that leads to the gym room. I feel like Mister Jeon must be in there.

"Is your dad working out?" I ask, and he puts the baby on the sofa without sitting down. "Yeah. Bring him a bottle of water and surprise him. I told him you would be here in one hour, so he doesn't expect to see you before that."

"Why do you lie like that?" I shake my head out of disbelief, but he smirks. "I like to take revenge and see how flustered he gets when he sees you."

"Tch," I laugh but find it adorable, and I walk up to the fridge to get a bottle as he told me to do. I peek at him before leaving but see that he is playing with Hyejoon, so I make my way to the gym room, stepping next to the kitten who must be waiting for Mister Jeon too.

I knock on the door. "Get in without knocking, he won't hear you because of the music," Hajoon warns me, so I grab the handle and slowly open the door, not bursting into the room, I take a discreet peek, but Bubble sneaks inside before I could even do it, and my eyes fall upon the man I have been eager to see, and they melt, instantly.

I stand where I am, and I feast my eyes on him, who is doing some push-ups, with only a pair of sport shorts on, the sweat rolling down his tan skin, all the tattoos that cover it being scanned by my eyes. The tough and broad muscles of his back and arms flex each time he goes up and down, and I oblige myself to not drool. I tighten my grip on the handle, but Bubble ruins everything by going near his face and making him stop, he looks in my direction, and I feel dumb.

A smile momentarily forms on his face, and he stands up. He hurries to go towards his phone to stop the music, and I close the door behind me.