Instead, someone knocks on my door, so I stand up and open it, but come across my dad.

"Hey, I heard you coming back home a few minutes ago," he crosses his arms and worries me. "Where were you at this hour?"

"I was working with another classmate and Matthew, why?" I lie but become nervous, not understanding why he suddenly pays attention. "With Matthew and Eve? And one of them has a car?"

"Luca does," I use some truth to explain why he may have noticed one, his aura scaring me more than usual. "Hm. So, that hoodie I saw in the laundry the other day, that's his?"

"What hoodie? I bought all the ones I have," I frown and pretend not to know. "Yeah. If you say so. You're not spending time with that abuser, are you?"

"He's not an abuser, stop saying that. You don't know anything," I defend him, no matter what I risk by doing so. "The fact that you deny it is enough. Multiple times, I saw you leave the same fucking car, and I don't believe just one second that-"

"I'm telling-"

"Do not interrupt me," he steps forth and causes my body to instinctively recoil. "Have you been lying to me and going out with him?"

"I'm not," I do not glance away but keep my eyes on his intimidating ones, and he remains silent, making sure the heavy tension is affecting me. "If I ever get to know that you've been hanging out with him, he's the one who'll regret it the most, got it?"

I remain as calm as possible to not expose myself, to not give him what he wants. "Why do you suddenly care about the things I do? Isn't your work more important?"

"You stop with that bullshit. I care about you, and I always did. I always give you the money you ask for, I buy whatever you want. I literally give in to all your whims, so do not care complain and act like a poor child who's never been taken care of," he does not even realize the words he is letting out, speaking as if money was a proof of love. He does not even want to admit he is in the wrong.

I do not break eye contact as he moved back. "What's my favorite food? My favorite hobby?"

He scoffs as if I made a joke. "Are you being serious? I'm not even going to answer you. You're being ridiculous."

I slow down my breathing that deepened and hold back from crying, from showing him how much this means to me. "I'm going to bed now," I push the door to close it, but he stand there and blocks it. "Do not forget what I said. I do not want you to hang out with an asshole who abused his girlfriend," he reminds me, and he walks away.

I hate him so much.

- Four days later -

Friday, June 4th, 2021.

2:30 pm.

As the last day of the week came to an end earlier than we all thought, I get out of the bus and head to the coffee shop where Jungkook is still working, but no need to even reach the front door, I catch sight of him right away.

He is outside, but with a cigarette in his hand, and he just talked to another tall guy who went back inside. I hope he has not smoked recently.

Hoping for the surprise to make him happy, I discreetly walk up to him and out of luck, he does not notice until I wrap my arms around him. "Hey," I nearly startle him.

"Gosh. I wondered who the fuck it was," he sighs but smiles, and he hugs me back and kisses my lips. "How come you're here at this hour?" he pats the side of my head and stubs his cigarette out. "They let us leave earlier, and I wanted to surprise you."

"I'm happy to see you," he does not hold back from showing affection in public and holds me tight in his arms. "Was it Luca that you talked to a minute ago?" I keep my chin up to stare into his beautiful eyes, and he nods. "Yeah, why?"

"Nothing. I'm just curious. Has your day been alright so far?" I ask, wondering how he is doing, how everything went. "Kinda, yes. The bimbo wasn't here today, so it was peaceful and calmer."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it," I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips, craving them all the time since I first felt them against mine. "I gotta go back to work, but you can come to my house tonight if you want."

"I want to, but since Monday, my dad is kinda suspicious, and he keeps asking me about you. I think he understood I'm not spending time with Eve but you," I tell him what I have not gotten the opportunity to talk about yet. "Wait. You never told him once you were at my house?"

My anxiety makes me hesitate. "I....No, otherwise, he'd never have let me go. You know he doesn't like you."

"I know that, but I told you not to hide it. He's gonna be mad, and that's just gonna be worse now," he pulls away and combs his hair back. "I won't tell him, it's fine. I just need to be a bit more careful."

"No, y/n...I should talk to him or-"

"No, he really doesn't like you, Jungkook. No matter what you say, he'll always believe what has been said about you. It's worthless," I make it clear so that he understands this is nothing but a waste of time. "And you think it's gonna work out if we have to do this all the time?"

"I'll be free on my eighteenth birthday..." I try to find a solution, refusing to believe this will not go well. "No, you won't, and you know it. If he doesn't want me to date you, he'll do anything in his power to keep you away from me. I'll talk to him."

"Jungkook," I pronounce his name in a serious tone. "If you do that, we'll never see each other again."

He exhales, sharply, but glances away, and he takes a moment to think. "We'll talk about it later. I need to go back to work," he walks past me to leave, but I catch his arm. "Are you mad?"

He gazes deep into my eyes, certainly tired of this same constant fear I have, this constant reassurance I need. "No. I'm not mad," he peeks down at my lips, and some seconds pass, but as he must have seen how worried this made me, he leans in to kiss me. "We'll talk later. Be careful on the way home."

I let him go but regret coming. I wanted to see him and have a good time. I guess I should have gone home instead.

•••

4:50 pm.

Feeling like it is the right time to warn Jungkook and have a talk, I text him.

[ my parents aren't coming home before 9. Can't we see each other? >

< are you sure? Why are they not home? ]

[ it's their marriage anniversary >

< Alright. I'm coming ]

[ okay<3 >

30 minutes later...

The sound of a car parking in front of my house grasps my attention, and with impatience, I head up towards the door and already open it.

I let Jungkook come in and close the door behind him, and I hold his big hand with both of mine. "I ordered your favorite pizza. Are you gonna eat with me?"

"As long as you're sure your parents won't come home earlier," he intertwines our fingers and does not show any discomfort or annoyance, relieving me without even knowing. "They won't, and I thought about it. They don't know what you look like, so I could tell them that you're Luca, who I pretended to be friend with."

"What kind of stuff did you make up?" he takes his shoes off. "I told him that the one I spent time with on Monday was Matthew and Luca, a classmate I recently started to talk with."

"Gosh, baby," he rolls his eyes at me as if this was a bad idea. "You're gonna regret this. I swear. One day, you're gonna lose yourself in all those lies, mess up or something, and he's gonna get it."

"He won't, it's not hard to pretend that you're Luca," I pull on his arm to bring him upstairs. "Sure, I hope you didn't use his name because you saw him," he does not make sense, so I turn around once we face my bedroom door and frown at him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," he opens the door and completely ignores my question, and he enters the room, so I follow and attempt to get an answer. "Yes, you do. Tell me," I step right in front of him and stare into his eyes. "Tell you what?" he smirks and sits down on my bed, getting comfortable.

"Don't play dumb," I stand before him, not giving up this time. I know this has a meaning he did not want to let me know. "I don't. I am dumb."

I slap his head in a kind manner. "You're not. I swear, I'm gonna fight you every time you don't respect yourself."

"Oh fuck. I'm such an asshole who cannot do anything right-" he shuts up right when I punch him and laughs, and he grabs my wrists, so I land on his lap and sit astride his thighs. I press my lips against his soft ones and intertwine our fingers. "You're very smart. You're an amazing man, you're pretty, very hot, kind, lovely-"

"I'm not," he interrupts me, disagreeing and not accepting the truth. "You are. Don't contradict me," I join our lips and wrap my arms around his neck to push him down on my bed, and he does not resist at all. He drifts his hands to my waist as I cannot stop craving him, and he runs one up my sensitive side to touch my throat, cups it, and gets a heavy exhalation to escape me.

Right after this, he smiles against my lips as if he earned some satisfaction from my reaction, so I stop and open my eyes to see his pretty features. "Say something good about yourself now."

"My name's Jungkook," he thinks this will work, trying to trick me. "Come on! If you say something good and mean it, I'll do anything you want."

He does not say anything but stares into my eyes, deeply. "Why did you bring me in your room?"

"Don't avoid what I said," I do not fall for it but wait for an answer, and he smiles at me, so lovingly that I cannot fight against my body to not fall in love even harder. "Tell me why you brought me in your room and didn't stay downstairs."

"That's the room I occupy and like the most in this house," I peek down at his lips, his look stirring my mind up. "Hm. You seemed very eager to jump on me though."

I laugh and regret not controlling myself. "That's not even true."

"It is," he moves his head up from the bed and tightens his grip on my throat, and he forces his tongue against my lips to kiss me but pulls away without giving me more. "Get off now."

"No," I sit up on his crotch. "Take back what you said about yourself first."

"Y/n..." he says my name and sighs, making it sound like a moan that caused some butterflies inside of me. "You're not gonna make me use my strength and throw you on that bed, are you?"

"As if you would," I encourage him to do it in a pretty obvious way, and he smirks but massages my thighs. "You'd love that, uh?"

"No..." I deny it, even if I know he is more than aware. "Why would you even think that?"

"I don't know, just a thought," he sits up as well and slides his hands up my thighs, his thumbs moving right up the inner part of them. "Come on," he gives a slap to my butt but makes my body flinch. "Be a good girl," he kneads my thighs over my jeans, not failing but hitting all the weak spots. "You'll get a kiss on the neck if you are."

I smile at his perfect strategy and move away from him. "It's so fucking easy," he cannot keep quiet about this submission I have shown, but I do not speak. He leans towards me with one hand on my thigh again to give me what he promised to, but I push him away, playfully. "No. I don't want it anymore."

He shows some astonishment and raises his eyebrows. "You don't?" he asks, probably not believing me. "No, thank you," I pretend, concealing my smile as hard as I can. "Fine then," he moves back and effortlessly makes me feel remorse for not accepting it.

He takes his phone out, my eyes remaining on him. I gaze down at his veiny and tattooed hand within sight, and I bend towards him and lay my hands on the blanket. "I changed my mind, can I have the kiss now?" I scrutinize the side of his face, his small ear hoops.

"No, go to hell," he snubs me, not even taking his eyes off his screen. "I was joking!"

"Don't care. Too late," he does not show any mercy, so I stay still while silently staring at him, hoping for him to notice and look at me.

He ignores me while typing on his phone and does not seem to care as I am struggling to not speak or do anything.

Not finding a way to hold on for longer, I rest my head on his arm and push a little. "Jungkook..." I mumble his name, asking for his attention that I would beg to have if I had to. "Why are you acting like an annoying cat?" he lifts his arm up to push me away, rudely, and he leans back on the wall and drops his phone. "I'm gonna head butt you."

"You're gonna hurt yourself, stop," he glances down at my chest but quickly darts his eyes back up to mine, and no matter how shy I can be about this, I mention it. "Why are you looking at my chain?" I joke and pretend not to know.

His lips curve up, and he does not hold back from lowering his eyes again. "It's pretty," he does not stare but keeps switching between my eyes and chest. "Oh, so you like it?"

"Yeah, but wait, I can't see it well," he uses his furthest hand from me and comes closer to be in a positron that gives him a bird's view of my small cleavage, and he grabs the zipper of my top but deepens the opening, revealing way more of my breasts and making me gape and not even have time to realize. Instantly, he zips it back up right away and giggles. "I'm joking."

"I can't believe what you just did," I act shocked, but he shakes his head and laughs. "I was just joki-" the doorbell interrupts him, and we turn our heads at the same time. "The pizza's here," I leave my bed and run to go and get it.