— Next day —

Wednesday, July 28th, 2021.

11:30 am.

After a longer night of sleep and a lazy morning routine, I leave the bedroom and walk down the stairs. My legs still feeling sore, I try my best not to keep thinking about last night and happily head towards Jungkook, who is cooking with no top on.

I wrap my arms around his waist and press a kiss on his back, and I rest my head on it. "I was supposed to serve you in bed, you're too early," he chuckles through his nose and turns around to wrap one arm around me, and he kisses my lips. "How are you?" he rubs my back, keeping an eye on the food. "I'm kinda exhausted, and my legs hurt..." I smile and see him do so.

"I'm sorry, I'll massage them after breakfast," he combs my hair with his fingers and turns the stove off. "Good. I feel much better already. What about you though?" I move back to leave him some space, and he grabs two dishes. "I'm feeling good."

"I'm happy then, and do you know what day we are?" I lay my hands down on the counter and stand on my tiptoes, and he peeks at me. "No, what is it?"

"It's been twenty days," I tell him, joyfully with pride. "Twenty days without smoking and drinking alcohol."

"For real? It's been that long?" he raises his eyebrows, surprised to know it. "Yes, and I'm really happy," I cannot hold back anymore and throw my arms around him. "You're gonna make it longer, right?"

"It's honestly the longest I've ever stayed away from them since I was fifteen, and I do miss it, but I'm able to not give in, so I'll try my best," he nods and seems more positive about it than before. "I can be your new addiction instead, you know. You said it last night...You're addicted, but it's a good kind."

"I said that?" he does not even remember what left his mouth, so I remind him of his own words. "You did. You said you're so addicted to me already."

"Well, pretend I never did. Addictions are never healthy anyway," he turns around and brings the dishes to the table, and I follow from very close. "This one would be good though...I'd love it, and no matter how much you want something, I'll always give it to you."

"Sure, baby. Sit down and eat now," he orders me to do, and we both sit at the table together, but today, I get right beside him.

Why does he not believe me?

"Since you want me to talk about something else, what about the job?" I put it forth for the second time to make one last attempt. He fills his mouth with the warm eggs he cooked and sets his eyes on me. "Is that really something you want to do?"

"Yes, I'll be much happier with you and Luca around. It will be more fun and enjoyable than any other job I could try to apply for," I tell him how I genuinely feel about it while filling my stomach up. "You know the cons of it, don't you?"

"I do," I confirm, disregarding what is irrelevant against the pros. "I don't want to tell you what to do or not do, so if that's really something you want to try, then go ahead. I'll be more relieved to have you around too."

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" I smile, excited about the thought of it happening. "I don't. I'm just worried about the way you'll handle customers, and how I'll react if they dare talk to you like shit."

"I'll handle it, don't worry. I'm a strong man," I joke and look at him, but notice a grin turn his lips up, and he makes eye contact. "That didn't seem or sound like it last night," he teases me, and I force myself to bite my inner cheek to not let my shyness show.

"Anyway," I plunge into my food and eat to avoid what he made me feel inside. "I'll go tomorrow, is it okay?"

"Yeah, I'll drive you there. I miss my car," he takes a big bite and eats like a child. "More than you missed me?" I lean towards him to pressure him to answer, and he swallows what is in his mouth. "Well, I can't remember last time I was inside of it, while I can clearly—"

"Fine, no need to tell me more," I cut him short to not hear the rest of his sentence, and he scoffs and looks at me. "What's the problem about that?"

"Nothing," I lie and eat more. "I just noticed you like embarrassing me, that's all."

"What? I'm not embarrassing you, I'm teasing you because I like how you react," he, at least, does not deny that. "Sure. Do you like your car more then?" I stick my spoon in my mouth and keep it inside to not expose my smile, and he stares at me. "I feel much better inside you if that's what you're asking," he does not fear to say it, and with a lot of shame, I acknowledge the butterflies inside my stomach.

"That's not what I was asking at all," I pretend to not have been curious about it. "I'm so perverted for thinking so then. Sorry."

I grin but do not add anything more.

•••

2:40 pm.

"Babe, do you want a bun?" Jungkook asks as he went to the fridge. "No, thanks," I stay focused on my game, enjoying how much fun I have been having since I first opened it.

Jungkook lands right next to me and opens the noisy wrapping of his snack, but sticks his body to mine. He pushes his leg against mine and looks at what I am doing, but Matthew writes another message in the game.

< you can take the flowers you want ]

I check the colors he had and which I would want in my house, and I pick the pink ones up as Matthew just dropped a gift for me.

< take this ]

[ thank you! >

"Who's that?" Jungkook curiously asks. "Matthew. He told me to visit his island if I wanted stuff for mine," I tell him the truth and peek at him. "Do you still not want to try?" I hand him my Nintendo Switch.

"If you give me that, I'll leave him a message that won't make him very happy," he cuts the rest of his bun into two to fill his mouth and stares down at my lips as I could not help but smile. "Fine," I keep it in my hold and say goodbye to Matthew to go back to my island.

"Are you sure you don't want some?" he holds a piece of bun near my mouth, but I shake my head so that he eats more. "When did you get them though? Aren't those only sold at your coffee shop?"

"Luca came by when you were asleep and dropped some for us," he eats everything left and throws the wrapping on the table. "Oh, I couldn't even say hi."

"You'll see him every day if you get hired, so it's okay," he says in a certain bitter tone of voice. I put my Switch down and frown at him. "Why does it sound like you're not happy about it?"

"I don't know. I didn't try to make it seem like it," he smiles and bends his head back to rest it on the sofa. "Hm. Alright then," I turn towards him and drop my hands on his thigh, and I stare at him to make him understand I want something.

He moves his legs from side to side and lifts his chin up. "What?"

"I want to play a game," I do not give more detail to see his reaction, and he raises his head up but slides his hands in his pockets. "What game?"

"We both play rock paper scissors, and the one who wins can ask anything he wants, and the other one has to answer with the truth," I suggest to do, excited about his idea since I have been very curious about many things. "Anything? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, anything you want an answer to, like...your favorite position in bed...some innocent questions like that," I straightforwardly reveal the topic I am the most interested in, and he scoffs but agrees to do it, so I heave one hand up to start.

"Rock, paper, scissors," I pick paper and already get him. "Perfect," I give a squeeze to his thigh and smile at him, and I finally ask the question that has been on my mind for quite a long time now. "How many times have you touched yourself to me?"

A nervous laugh slips away from his lips and he briefly glances away. "What the fuck is that question? I'm not answer—"

"Come on!" I slap his thigh as gently as I can. "You said you'd play, so do it. Why are you scared to tell me, uh?"

"I'm not scared," he stares into my eyes but does not seem as comfortable as he claims to be. "Then tell me."

He chuckles for the second time out of obvious nervousness and runs his fingers through his fluffy hair. "I don't know! Do you think I pay attention to that? Too often, okay? Why do you even wanna know that anyway?"

"Because I'm a curious girl," I grin and do not hide the way his reaction makes me feel. "What does 'too often' even mean?"

"I answered your question, so leave me alone now and play," he already goes for another round, but I do not accept this vague answer. "No. That's way too easy to say that. I know you know what 'too often' means, so don't suddenly act so shy with me."

"Oh my..." he bites his lips and gulps down. "You're gonna regret this as soon as you hear my question, but fine, let me give you the details you want. I'd feel like shit for jerking off to you so I'd just watch porn, but always end up thinking about you. Happy?"

"Yes," I move my hand up for the second round and hear him sigh. "You're a fucking brat," he complains but plays, and I win again, getting him to roll his eyes. "Do you love me?" I lean forth to bring my body closer to his, and his lips curve up. "After this? Not anymore."

"That's mean," I pout and expose how hurtful this was, and his soft facial expression tells me he did not mean it. "I love you, you know it. Now, let me win," he asks to keep going, so I follow and say the three words, and he gets his turn. "Finally. Since that's the type of question you like, do you enjoy the thought of me treating you like my pet?"

I knew he would bring this up and not miss such an opportunity.

"I wouldn't want to be treated like a dog or anything like that, I just like it when you pat my head, when you, like, feed me, I don't know. I like it when you call me a good girl, when you taunt me, praise me, and maybe the thought of you using a leash on me and telling me to get on my knees would do something to me, but maybe, and that has nothing to do with being treated like a pet," I attempt to defend my point the best I can, fearing he could find it weird.

"Maybe," he points out with a mocking smirk. "Next round—"

"No," he cuts me off. "Let's just ask one question at a time and not play anymore," he changes the rules and seems to not dislike it, so I do it that way and ask my next question. "What are your top three kinks?"

"Kinks?" he raises his eyebrows, not looking so sure. "I don't really know. I don't think I've got any special kinks, to be honest."

"Really? Don't you have, like, a thigh kink? A choking kink? Just sexual acts or stuff you enjoy the most?" I give him some examples to help him find one, and he tilts his head.

"Well, I think most guys got a thigh kink, but I do like grabbing your throat a lot, so I guess. I have a thing for cumming on you, like, don't get me wrong, having sex and coming inside you does something to me you wouldn't even understand, but actually doing it over your stomach, chest, face, or between your thighs turns me on so fucking bad," he does not hold back from frankly talking about it. "And I don't know if that's really a kink, but you gave me a new one with the way you can get so damn submissive and demanding."

"Demanding? When even am I?" I cannot remember a single moment where I was. "When you beg me. Like last night. That damn tone of voice you use when you say 'please' or ask for something. That turns me on. I kinda have a gagging kink and blindfold one too if that's even a thing. I feel like I got too many, but anyway, what about your top three then?" he returns the same question to me.

"Hand kink, choking kink, and...when you're rough with me, but not just in bed," I get on my knees to feel more comfortable on the sofa with my body turned towards him, and he smiles. "I knew about the hand and choking one, but not that. I'm always gentle with you..."

"I think you don't realize it then. Sometimes you grab me in a not gentle way at all. Just like that time when you tied my wrists behind my back and nearly drowned me with water," I remind him of it, and he unwittingly shows he has not forgotten. "I didn't try to drown you. You were thirsty, so like the good boy I am, I fed you."

"Sure. Like a good boy," I quote him but cannot believe a word. "Just like in the shower...you were hungry, so I fed you, like a good boyfriend," he lifts his hands up behind his head to stretch his back, and I nibble on my inner cheek to not let him see how this makes me feel. "Uh. Yeah. You're an amazing boyfriend for doing that."

"I know," he drops his hand on my thigh but slides his fingers to the side of it to push the tip of them under my dress. "I don't understand the hand kink so many of you girls have though. Do you get really turned on when you look at a guy's hands?"

"I don't get turned on, but...I don't know," I struggle to explain my point of view. "Like, I never told you, so forget about it after you heard it, but I've always found your hands really hot..."

"But why? Is it just because you think about what they can do to you?" he understands pretty easily, and I confirm. "Yeah, kinda, but also...like...they're manly, veiny, your fingers are slim and long...I don't even know," I nervously laugh. "Alright, so you've looked at my hands many times in the past and got turned on without me knowing, is that it?"

"No, that is not true," I can barely hold my smile in, my lie not sounding believable at all. "Okay. That totally means it's true."

"No!" I deny it but start feeling hot. "Don't say that, alright? I'm not that weird."

"You forced me to admit to jerking off to you, so you shut up and tell the truth, got it?" he slaps the front of my thigh, and I giggle and bend over to rest my arms over his lap and hide my face in them. "I did. I'm sorry, I'm a weirdo."

"What a pervert, you should be ashamed. Stay away from me," he pushes me to the side in a rude manner, but I go back near him and throw my arms around him. "No, please."

"You can get forgiven if you tell me your favorite man on earth," he places one hand on my lower back, and I raise my head up from his shoulder to look into his eyes. "The one in front of me."

He smiles and shakes his head. "Wrong. I'm not a man, I'm a baby girl."

"Oh, you're still my favorite though, so it doesn't matter," I bring my arms up to his neck to encircle it and kiss his lips. "I want to ask something else now."

"Hm, I'm listening," he cannot stop rubbing his hands over me, and I lean over to speak in his ear. "What makes you the weakest?"

"Wait, can you repeat that, but like, right into my ear again?" he glances down at my lips, asking for something that must have sparked a great reaction inside him. I move forward to graze my lips over his ear and speak. "What makes you the weakest boy?" I whisper and look at him.

"I'm fucking hard from what you just did," he throws his head back and bites his lips, but scoffs. "That's something that makes me weak, but I cannot tell you another one because you'll use it against me in the future."

"But is this really a bad thing? You'll enjoy it if I do, so it's a win-win, right?" I try to tempt him, and he sneaks his fingers under my dress. "Fine...I get really weak when you look into my eyes, when you call me baby boy without me saying it first. When you sit on my lap. Or when you say my name in a needy way."

"And what about the touches?" I smile and do not stick to the rule of the game that I want to ignore. "My neck, my back, and waist are way too sensitive. I get so weak when you play with my hair. You know the obvious other weak spot that doesn't even need to be said, and I won't tell you more."

"Hm, good. Noted and memorized for the rest of my life," I do not even pretend that I will disregard this precious information. "Don't you want to know mine now?"

"I know them already," he does not even doubt a bit, flustering me with a mere sentence. "And honestly, I like to play and find out. So it's fine like that."

"Alright then," I act like it did not affect me as much as it did and clear my throat. "Do I have the right to ask one last question?"

"Yes, only one," he nods, and I sit astride his thighs. "What sex acts do you like the most?" I speak in a quieter voice, and he drops his pretty eyes to my lips. "Other than having sex because it's an easy pick, I'd say blowjobs. Then pleasuring you. It's the best to me, but what about you?"

"The exact same, but I also love using my hands so that I can kiss you while doing it and really see your reaction," I take my arms away to straighten my back, both of us staring into one another's eyes. "We perfectly match."

"Yeah, I knew it since the beginning, but anyway," I do not give him enough time to say anything about it, and I change the subject. "Game is over. Let's talk about tomorrow because I'm very nervous. I'm scared about the interview."

"There's no need to be scared. Didn't he tell you anything particular earlier on the phone?" he hugs me and pulls me closer, so I drop my head on his shoulder and enjoy this embrace. "No, just what I told you, so I have to go with my diploma and resume. He oddly sounded nice on the phone though, but it's gonna be hard to not hate him after the way he acted with you for a dumb girl."

"It's fine. At least he hasn't fired me," he rubs my back in a comforting and reassuring way, and I hum. "By the way, is your dad not pissing you off anymore?" he never forgets about my parents, despite how easy it is for them to forget me. "No because since you were in the hospital, I told my parents I'd be traveling with Matthew and Eve, and they believed me. They just sometimes ask me how it's going, but nothing much."

"Yeah...I'm not even surprised," he sighs and keeps giving me physical affection.

— Next day —

Thursday, July 29th, 2021.

9:50 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

The minutes passing without seeing y/n come back from the coffee shop, I take my phone out and check what Luca just sent me.

< Hey, y/n's gonna work with us? ]

[ she really wants to and no matter what I told her, she was still motivated to go and meet the boss >

< I don't think it's a good idea, so I hope he won't hire her. No matter how happy she'd be to work with you ]

[ why do you think so? >