He hurries to go towards his phone to stop the music, and I close the door behind me.

"Hey, I'm so sorry I didn't see your text," he speaks, out of breath. I remain as calm as possible in front of his amazing body, but my eyes do not want to avoid showing me the bulge there is in his shorts. "It's okay," I do everything to not be weird, and I look at his face only.

He drops his phone on the seats next to him, and he grabs a towel to wipe the sweat off of his chest and neck while walking up to me. "I didn't expect you to come so early," he touches my waist and presses a kiss on my lips. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, what about you?" I smile, still holding the bottle in my hand like a dumb girl. "I'm fine too. I wish I saw your text though."

"It's okay, don't worry," I reassure him. "Hajoon just told me that he said I would be here in one hour only to bug you," I snitch on this boy, but he rolls his eyes and chuckle. "Dammit, he's really looking for trouble," he does not get mad as expected from him.

I smile but do not say anything, and we both gaze into each other's eyes, but he pulls his wet hair back, some strands sticking to his sweaty skin. "I hope you were not pushing too hard," I lift the cold bottle up to his neck and put it against his skin, but he does not mind it. "I wasn't, don't worry," he tells me what I hope to be the truth, this moment feeling oddly tense.

We both maintain eye contact, but he licks his lips. "Stop looking at me like that, baby," his voice lower, and he wraps his hand around mine to take the bottle. "Why? I'm not doing anything."

"You are," he peeks down at my lips and bites on his rosy ones. "You're looking at me. With those eyes, and those eyes make me weak."

I laugh out of fluster and step back to have my back against the door, but he gets distracted by the kitten who is meowing for his attention. He glances down at her. "Not now, Bubble," he picks her up, and he grabs the handle of the door next to my hip to open it, so I step forth to let him do so, but he does not move, he lets me have my body against his and puts the kitten out of the room, before closing the door.

He lays all his attention back on me, but his hand remains where it is. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit too popular," he scoffs at his own sentence, and I grin. "Don't start to make me fear your colleagues, okay?" I give a small hit to his abs, but he does not even flinch. "Don't be. My kitten is the only other girl I give my attention to."

"You better do," I fail to look threatening. "You're cute when you get angry," he makes fun of me for having no authority and presses a kiss on my forehead before walking away. He opens the bottle to drink, and I follow him like a puppy. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"I haven't yet, I always work out first, and you?" he puts the bottle down and turns around. "You better have," he adds before I could answer, but my mood permits me to play with him. "Or else what?"

His eyes look through my soul, and I step forth to stick my body to his hot one but feel his hardness press against me. "I want to know," I tease him, doing what he has been doing to me way too much because he knew I would not respond.

He smirks but tries to hide it, and this makes him look even hotter. "Answer my question."

"I did eat," I give him what he asked for. "Good. Now you keep quiet and stop provoking me," he sits down on my left and drinks again, but I bother him and get on his lap, and he puts one arm around my hips while gulping the cold water down.

I feel so small in his arms, this is insane.

"Why are you mean like that?" I pretend to be hurt, and he puts the bottle down, getting my focus on his lips that look a bit fuller than usual. "I'm not mean," his hot hand lands on my thigh in a kind manner, and he rubs it up and down. "I just do this to simmer you down and remind you of the rules."

"Hm," I trace my fingers over his tattoos on his neck, following the ink. "You're going to stop working out and take a shower, right?" I already plan to cook for him, but he keeps his hand on my thigh to caress it. "Yes. I need a good, cold shower," he gives a squeeze to my skin, and I chuckle, knowing what he means by that. "A very cold one."

He laughs in a nervous manner and strokes my skin with his thumb only. "I can't control it. It happens when I work out and go too hard."

"I know," I smile but put both of my arms around his neck, and I peck his cheek, but he turns his head towards me as if he was asking for another one, so I press one more kiss on it, and he stands up but carries me. He puts his arm around my body to have them under my butt. "Hug me as if it was the last time."

Feeling like this makes him feel good, I snuggle my face in the crook of his neck, and I squeeze him with my arms. "I don't ever want to let go of you."

"Don't," he kisses my cheek and holds me tight, pampering me with the love I have always dreamed and hoped to get in my life. "My little baby," he leaves another kiss on my jawline, and he only uses one arm to hold me to be able to grab his bottle.

"Are you sure about what you're doing? I'm too heavy for that," I worry about his arm and put my legs around his waist, but he scoffs. "Baby, I lift three hundred and thirty pounds almost every day," he chocks me. "Three hundred and thirty pounds?! That's heavier than you! How can you?"

"Have you forgotten that your man is strong?" he giggles and puts me down in front of the door. "True," I remember about this, even though I just have to look at him to be aware of this. I love the fact that he just called himself my man.

"Have you brought your stuff for the weekend?" he takes hold of the towel he left on the seat. "I have. Hajoon already told me that he would bring it to your bedroom."

"My bedroom?" he raises his eyebrows and comes back towards me as I cannot help glancing down at his torso and legs every two seconds. "Who said I wanted you in my bedroom?"

I smile but do not know how to respond to this. "I'll sleep in another room then," I act like I do not care, and he continues to be sarcastic. "Good, I don't want a little bug like you in my bed," he opens the door to leave the room, forgetting how sensitive I am. "On top of that, Bubble is going to be jealous and mad if I let another girl sleep on my bed."

"So you let her sleep on your bed but not me?" I take offense. "Of course, she's my little princess. What do you think?" he does not have any mercy on my heart and breaks it, and he steps out, but this privileged pet to which he gives all his love, is already here to ask for his attention. "But I don't even lose hair while she does."

"You lose hair too," he laughs but hugs this little brat. I cannot believe I am being jealous of a kitten. He kisses and pets her, making me wish I was her. "Whatever, I'll be better all alone," I do not mean those words full of frustration but walk to the kitchen and do not look at him again. He leaves too to get in the bathroom, but Hajoon comes up to me with Hyejoon in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he stands beside me, and I take a pan out of a cubicle. "Your dad said he wouldn't want me to sleep in his bed, but that your kitten can," I let it out, but he chuckles at me, probably finding this funny. "Aw. What a bad man he is. That is the real him, he always hid it but now you see his real face."

"I'm gonna kill you, Hajoon," my trust issues show up and fill my veins with desire to punch him for saying that, and he makes fun of me. "Oh, I'm scared, girlie," he steps away and uses his little brother as a shield.

"Why are you all against me today?" I cannot understand what is up with them both for having no empathy, and he turns around. "I'm not, and Hyejoon isn't either."

"Sure," I feign doubt, and I put my focus on the food I have to cook. "I'm going to go back home."

"No, you stay with us," he quickly heads towards me. "Here, Hyejoon wants to give you a hug," he leans towards me with him, and I smile at this little baby who must not understand what is happening. I take him in my arms, and he does not even complain or try to go away, he wraps his arms around my neck.

"By the way, my dad never lets Bubble sleep in his bed because he's scared to fall asleep and maybe crush her without knowing and all, so he lied just to make you mad," he tells me the truth, but I pretend to not really care. "Ah, I feel better then."

"Also, I thought about something," Hajoon does not go away anymore but sits down on one of the stools to have us before him. "Do you think that he remembers the smell of your fragrance and that this brings him some comfort because he kinda has some memories?"

"I don't know, ask Google, it knows more than I do," I give him my most honest answer, and he takes his phone out. "Who doesn't know more than you do anyway? It's not hard," he throws at my face, and I do not even get mad, I chuckle because he is right. "You know how to make me smile and feel appreciated."

"Always," he smirks but focuses on his phone, so I turn the induction plate on and let the pan warm up, having some time to look at Hyejoon, who I missed a lot. He is still as adorable and calm as he was in the past.

He does not look at anything or anyone else but me, sucking on his pacifier, he gazes into my eyes with his big ones full of innocence, and he smiles at me. "Are you hungry?"

He nods to me. "And what do you want to eat?" I do my best to hold him with my two arms, his body not weighing the same as before anymore. He takes his pacifier out of his mouth and plays with it. "Cheerios," he does not pronounce it properly, but I beam and understand. "Cheerios? You like those cereals too? They're delicious, aren't they?"

"Yes," his cute baby voice melts me, and I cannot even realize that I am having a conversation with him when I used to teach him some simple words that he could not even repeat. "And do you eat that with milk?"

"Yes, and strawberries," he answers me, and the delight I feel inside overwhelms me. He is not my child, but I spend a lot of time with him when he was younger, I taught him how to walk, how to speak, and seeing him being grown up like this feels more than amazing.

"I'm going to serve you a bowl of Cheerios with milk, and with pieces of strawberries on the side, will that make you happy?" I brush some strands of his fluffy hair to the side, and he joyfully agrees with this idea. "Okay, let's cook for daddy, Haj—" a loud sound of laughter that burst out of the dumb boy's mouth interrupts me, and I glance at him.

"I'm sorry," he presses his lips against one another, grinning for no reason. "What's funny?"

He shakes his head, his eyes remaining on his phone. "Nothing," he denies it, but I do not accept this answer. "So you laugh for no reason, you dum—" I bite my lips to not say this word in front of the baby. "D-u-m-b-a-s-s," I spell it so that he does not hear it.

Hajoon looks up at me, and his face expresses how much he enjoys this. "Yeah, and the d-u-m-b-a-s-s is gonna kick your a-s-s if you call him that again."

"I'm not scared of you, I'll tell your dad about it," I smirk, feeling confident, and he loses all the attitude he was giving me. "Always using him to defend yourself..."

"Exactly," I do not keep quiet to stand for myself, and I finally grab the eggs to crack them in the pan and cook breakfast for the man who loves his kitten more than he loves me.

10 minutes later...

"Can I taste?" Hyejoon tries to reach out for the egg roll that I put on a dish with some toasted bread, and I peek up at Hajoon. "Can he?"

"Yeah," he allows me to let him try, so I take a piece with my fingers, blow on it to make sure this is not too cold, and I bring it to his mouth. "Here. Is this too hot?" I check, but he shakes his head and chews on the food. "This is good."

"Do you like it?" I smile at his reaction, and he enjoys the taste of it. "Yes, can I have more, please?" his small 'please' said with so much gentleness and respect soften my heart, and I give him another piece of it.

My body changes of mood once I hear a door getting opened, knowing that the tall and muscular man is back. I put Hajoon's dish in front of him to give him his lunch. "Here you are," I peek at my left at the sound of some footsteps going up the stairs but see Mister Jeon, with just a towel around his hips, walking to the first floor.

I make fast to glance away and ignore the beating of my heart. I leave Mister Jeon's dish on the side, and I focus on the baby. "Wait here," I put him down on the counter but stay just right next to him, and I prepare his meal with a bowl of Cheerios, and one with some strawberries that are cut into four. I am maybe too careful, but I do not want him to choke.

"Aren't you eating?" Hajoon, who still has not dug in, looks at me. "I'll eat like Hyejoon," I open a drawer but do not know which spoon to take, so I take Hyejoon back in my arms and let him pick the one he wants, then I take the two blows and manage to walk up to his baby chair, put the food down and get him on the seat. Hajoon joins him at the table, and a few seconds are enough for Mister Jeon to come back.

I pretend to not have seen him and grab the dish that is supposed to be his. I head to the table but see from the corner of my eyes that he stopped himself. I sit down next to Hyejoon, and I act like I am about to eat but glance up at Mister Jeon.

"Do I not deserve any food?" he looks for his dish on the kitchen counter then at the table, and I offer him a scornful smile. "That's bad that your princess cannot cook for you."

He looks into my eyes but laughs and walks up towards us. "All right then. I'm going to cook for myself," he goes into the fridge to look for some food, but I place the dish where he usually sits at. "I'm joking. This is your meal," I stand up, and I move towards him. He turns around to see what I am doing, but I pass before him to get the bottle of milk out. "You were about to eat it, so no. It's for you."

"No, I don't want it anyway, and I cooked the eggs the way you like them," I do not listen to him and close the fridge. I move to the counter and make myself a bowl of cereal, but he stays next to me. "Is that all you're eating?"

"Hyejoon asked for some, and he made me want a bowl of it," I pour the milk into it to cover only one spot on the top with it. "Am I going to have to feed you like a baby to make sure that you eat enough?" he lowers his voice, and I smile. "Yes," I shamelessly say, and I put the bottle back in the fridge.

"Yes," he whispers through a laugh. "I'll cook dinner today. This will be a big meal, and you won't leave the table without emptying your dish," he smiles but walks away to join his sons, and I do so.

•••

2 pm.

"Dad, I need to ask you about something," Hajoon walks up to us as Mister Jeon is staying next to me while I am playing with Hyejoon, lying down on my flat on the floor. "Tell me," he puts his hands in the pockets of his trousers and leans back on the kitchen island.

"I thought about this the other day, like, what if," he takes a moment to let it out, eating some gummy bears.