I didn't notice the first time I saw him from afar, but his eyes are even more destabilizing than I thought, their chestnut brown pigmentation makes him even more scary.

"Nice to meet you, Jungkook," he bows to me, putting one hand in the pocket of his trousers. "Nice to meet you too," my voice sounds way more nervous than expected, but I bow back while y/n is pulling the sleeve of his white dress shirt up. "She told me you often annoy her, is that true?"

My heart skips a beat out of fright, and y/n peeks at me to chuckle. "It's not true, I just said that because he's scared of you," she giggles but brings his attention to his wrist. "I bought this for you," she puts the bracelet, that I didn't even see her buy, around it.

"It's pretty, honey. Thank you so much," he smiles and places his hand on the side of her face to kiss her forehead. As soon as I see him step closer to me, I freak out but try to keep calm. "Are you really scared of me?" he grins but bends over to grab y/n's shoes and step to the side.

"Maybe a little..." I answer with honesty, but he laughs in a quiet manner and puts the shoes in a cabinet that was hidden in the wall. "No need to be scared, I'm a kind and calm man," he reassures me but sets his eyes back on me. "As long as you don't hurt my daughter."

"I won't...I mean...I'm not her boyfriend, so..." I scratch my head, struggling while y/n seems to enjoy and mock my anxiousness in front of her father. "All right then," he grabs my shoes and puts them where the others are. "Do you want me to put your bags in the cabinet here?" he points at them, but I shake my head. "No...I'm going to use them, but thank you."

"Okay," he smiles and goes back to his daughter. "I'm cooking dinner, so come down once I call you, hm?" he speaks to her in a softer voice, and she nods to him, so he walks back to the kitchen, and she gives me a taunting smile. "Where is the tough and confident Jungkook I see every day?" she teases me while coming closer. "I hate you," I bite my lips, but her hand moves up to my face, and she touches my cheek with the back of it. "This is all hot," she giggles but goes to the left to climb up the stairs and head up to the second floor that is opened and visible from here. I take my stuff and hurry to follow her. "Where are we going?"

"My bedroom," she answers and walks to the right to reach a black door and walk in, so I do it as well and as always, my brain needs some time to process all this luxury. "Is this a bedroom or house?" I get to the king-sized bed and sit down on it to drop my stuff on the floor. She closes the door but comes closer and takes her socks off. "I have another bedroom, but it's more like a room to chill and be alone."

"Can your parents adopt me, please?" I glance up at her but make my serious sentence sound a bit humorous. "And you'll be my brother?" she raises her eyebrows at me. "Well...let's forget what happened some days ago..." I try to find a way to convince her, but she shakes her head. "No. I can't forget," she opens a sliding door just before me and reveals a bathroom.

With only a peek at the inside, I can see a bathtub, a shower and more than two sinks. "If you can't forget it, does that mean it was good for you too?"

"Oh, so that was good? I thought you didn't like what the inexperienced girl did..." she enters her bathroom but undoes her braids. "I didn't say I didn't like it. You should have known from the reaction I had."

She grins and lets her wavy hair go down. I lick my lips, thinking about it and wishing this could happen again. I get my school bag out of the shopping one but cannot help asking something for the second time. "Did you not like it...?"

She smiles without answering but ruffles her hair and removes her earrings. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to know," I keep my eyes on her, feeling some uneasiness given the topic. I'm a guy, and this is important to know what she thought about it. She puts her belongings in a little box and finally steps closer, but once she's at my level, she climbs onto my lap and sits astride it, making me go backwards and lay my hand on the bed to hold myself in this position. She leans in and tickles my ear with her soft lips. "I liked it a lot."

We both get into eye contact, her flirty behavior working on me. "What did you like the most...?" I do not stop there, needing some more only for my ego. "I don't know, that felt good."

A chortle escapes me. "Do you know that you're the first girl to tell me this?" I let her know, even if this is unnecessary. She doesn't say anything but moves back from my thigh, so I grab her hip and demand her to stay. "Haven't you already had sex with a guy, or have you lied?"

"Why do you want to know?" she takes pleasure in the suspense she's causing, landing her hands down on my crotch in a subtle manner. "Why do you always answer with a question?"

My comeback forms a smile upon her face. "I never did it. All right? I already played with a boy but never did this."

"Why did you do it with me then?" I interrogate her unceasingly. "We both wanted to. So I didn't want to hold back," the simple reason for this leaves her but doesn't satisfy me. "But anyway," she jumps away from my lap. "I need to pee and take a shower before dinner, so see you in some minutes."

"Can I take a shower with you?" I try my luck, but she ignores me and closes the door.

30 minutes later...

The door opening after what felt like an eternity, I don't straighten up but remain with my back on the mattress, turning my head to gaze at her.

"I didn't take my clothes so close your eyes," she warns me right when I catch sight of her with a towel only around her. I smirk but sit up without waiting. "You can take it off...I don't mind," I fix my eyes on her now that she's here, and she walks up on my left to get towards the TV screen but opens the glass doors of the walk-in closet she talked about earlier in the car. "Why do you want to see this ugly body full of fat?"

"Oh gosh...girls are so fucking annoying," I breathe my frustration out. "I don't know if you're aware of this, but for a man, as long as there are boobs and a pussy, we're happy. We don't give a damn about the size."

"Yeah, because you're just horny animals without any brain," she judges me, but I laugh since she's not totally wrong. "Whatever, I can give you my opinion if you want," I smile but roll over the bed to wait for her to come back within sight. "Your opinion about what?"  she peeks over the wall. "Your body. In a good way, because a girl's body to me is great just for being a girl's one," I seek for an excuse.

She stares at me as if she was talking to herself in her head, but to my biggest surprise, she steps to the side and sticks a leg and arm out, covering her right breast and what's lower that the wall hides. "What about this?"

I clear my throat but trick her, I rush out of her bed and run to her, but she giggles and attempts to hide herself, and right when I catch her, she hurries to cover her body with her towel. I bite my lips and grab her arms. "Let go. Stop teasing me like that."

"If you get naked first," she holds the white fabric against her, the back of her body remaining close to a sliding door to not let me see anything. "Promise me you drop this if I take everything off."

She lifts one hand up. "I promise," she gives me her word. I trust her since I cannot miss this chance. I take my shirt off, throw it on the floor, undo my belt and zipper, then pull my trousers and underwear down to leave it where my top ended. I also remove my socks to be fully naked in front of her. "Here. Your turn."

She steps forth and hugs my body, then she slides the cloth down but holds onto me to not let her curves appear. I move down and take her in my arms to get out of here but carry her to the bed, and I drop her on it to get on top of her and finally have her bare curves under my nose.

"I love your body a lot," I nibble on my bottom lip but feel aroused. "There's nothing ugly," I grab her thighs to get between them, and I drop a kiss on one of her breasts. "This is just a fucking sexy body to me," I kiss her neck out of lust, being controlled by my hormones. "Why does it jiggle when I move then?"

"I like when it jiggles," I grin but hear her chuckle. I cup her waist with one hand on her right side but kiss her neck, turning her on and letting the heat of the moment take over me. "I want you, y/n..." I murmur in her ear but grab her by the waist to bring her higher on the bed. I kiss my way down her stomach since she's not telling me to stop. "Are you sure you don't want me to—" a pillow hits my face, and she covers her body with it, smiling at me.

What is that supposed to mean?

"I didn't give you permission," she bites her lips but clenches her legs on my sides. "You could have done it in a kinder way, you know..." I remark, putting my hair properly after this strong blow I received and which made me feel dumb. She doesn't feel any empathy for me, she removes the pillow from her but pulls me down to have my skin in contact with her soft one. She just took a shower, so her scent is driving me insane. She presses a kiss on my neck and smiles at me. "Don't we both want it right now?" I stare into her eyes but thrust my hips in a gentle manner, shivering my own body once I feel my cock rub between her lips.

She joins our lips without any warning, and we both kiss each other, our tongues already playing together. I move my pelvis a little faster and push harder, spreading the lips with my hard member but wanting to be inside.

"Princess?!" her father knocks on the door, making me rush to the side out of fright. She grabs her pillow to cover her body, and I run back to the closet. "Yes?"

"The dinner's ready," he talks to her without coming in, so I put my clothes back on. "All right! I'm coming, papa!" she joins me while holding her pillow against her, moving towards a part of the room to get her clothes. "You're a coward," she lets out.

I have to own up to the way I acted right now. I am a coward, but I have a good reason to be like this. This man is taller than me, more muscular, and he could destroy me with one hit. I don't want him to know what I do to his daughter.

"I just save my ass...that's different," I close my belt but still see my boner stick out my pants. "Y/n..." I nervously pronounce her name and look up at her. She turns around to check up on me, already wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a loose shirt. "If your parents see this...I'll be embarrassed as hell..." I pull my zipper down, dragging her attention on it.

"Oh...that's really bad," she smiles at me but comes closer. "I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to solve it without my help," she doesn't do anything except for leaving. She likes to be a brat at least once every hour.

"I'll tell them you're taking a shower," she leans over the door frame to let her face appear, but her answer relieves me.

•••

7:20 pm.

"I'm going in the attic with Jungkook, papa. Okay?" she tells him as we left the table after dinner in the backyard, with the pool and fireplace close to us. "Okay, but I'll go to bed in two hours," he nods but continues to eat the dessert with his wife, "All right, good night," she smiles at him, and he returns it before she walks away, so I follow y/n to her second bedroom that is at the floor above the one we occupied earlier. "Does it have the same size?" I lick my lips and tuck my hands in the pockets of my trousers. "No, it's small for once. It's just a cozy place with a lot of pillows and a big, fluffy blanket."

"Oh, that sounds great. I feel tired after this meal," I smile but walk up the second staircase. "It's the best room to relax, but you can only lie down, and either you can see the sky through the windows, or you can close everything to only be illuminated with some fairy lights."

"The type of room every kid would like to have, isn't it?" I put my eyes on her, and she smiles and nods to me. Once we reach the highest point of the house, one last door is offered to us, and she opens it with a key but bends over to get inside. I walk along her steps and get in the same posture to join her in this cocoon but gawk at the landscape. I lie down on my back, the floor not even hurting my bones with all the pillows and the cover. "Wow," I look out the ceiling made of glass, the starry sky looking even better like this. She closes the door but crawls towards me to lie down by my side. "That's cool, right?"

"That's more than that," I turn my head to look at her. "You're lucky as hell to live here...Do you even realize it?"

She doesn't make eye contact with me but keeps her gaze fixed on the sky. I do not add anything to what I said, wondering why she's not answering.

"I have friends because I have money...right?" after a few seconds that felt like an eternity, she finally lets something out, and her question changes my point of view, her behavior becoming more serious. This is quiet as ever in here, and for some reason, this has a strong impact on my mood. "I mean, if I didn't have all that money, you wouldn't be here, no one would be interested to know who is y/n...am I wrong?" she looks into my eyes.

I stare at her, wondering if the girl I see every day at school is the same as the real one once she's at home. "Well...you wouldn't be the same y/n...so...you would have different friends...and I wouldn't have been attached to you the same way since you're the one who came to me first..." I try not to use any hurtful words but explain the way I see it. "I'm not your friend because of your money...I mean..." I glance down at her lips. "I often fight with you or annoy you, but that's just how we are. We tease each other...and I'll still like to be friends with you even if you lose all your money."

She doesn't smile but maintains the contact. "Do you believe what people say at school...?"

"About what?" I don't make a mistake, staying calm but having a serious conversation with her for the first time. "About Mister Park..."

I fiddle with my fingers on my stomach but feel unsure. "I wonder what's happening between you and him...I want to go to the director and show the video I have of him touching you...but I can't do it without your permission...so I don't know what to think..."

"Do you really want to know the truth?" she turns on her side hut places a pillow under her head. I acquiesce. "Promise me you won't tell anyone..." she moves her pinky finger to me, so since I want to know, I hook mine with hers. "I promise."