"I promise."

She lowers her hand to the pillow, gazing at me with grief and almost fear. "I don't like him at all...when the students are not there, he makes me stay with him. He once forced me to touch him...do you remember when you came in the room and asked me what we were doing?"

I answer positively with a movement of my head. "You can't even imagine how happy I was to see you come at that moment...Just some minutes before...I don't know why, but I did what he told me to do...I touched him...but I don't feel any disgust...I just hate him...because I feel like I liked him at the beginning, I thought he cared about me more than the others, I thought I was special to him, or pretty enough for him to be interested in me...I knew it was wrong, but I did not want to see it because I kinda liked it, but...he just wanted to use me sexually and manipulated me...I totally started to hate him once he talked about my father and how my relationship would change once I meet the good man...I couldn't stand him anymore..."

"Did you do it with him...?" her words hurt me the more she's talking, her face expressing all the emotions she's keeping inside. "No, but I feel horrible...and I'm scared to talk about it to my father..."

"Why? Your father loves you...he would—"

"Because I liked it at first...that scares me to know that I liked the way he touched me at the beginning...I feel horrible, this is my fault if he tried more...and I don't want my dad to know that..."

"It's not your fault," I correct her and turn towards her. "The one at fault is him, he's an adult, he shouldn't touch you, make you do it to him. He's a pervert, and your father will never hate you...you're a minor, he's the one who manipulated you to get what he wants. He knew exactly what he was doing...you should not feel bad, you just trusted him."

"I don't understand men..." she sighs and looks down. "Have you never had a boyfriend?" I put my head a bit more properly on the pillow. "Never...I don't want one. I don't trust them. I just trust my father, he's the only one I love. I trust Haneul too, but he's just like a brother to me."

"You never fell in love?" I feel some bewilderment since she told me she already did sexual stuff with some boys. "Never. I feel like I don't let myself fall in love because I know I'll be disappointed or hurt in the end. It's a waste of time."

"So...you don't want to lose your virginity to someone you love?" I dare to ask, even if this is maybe not the perfect timing. "Not necessarily, I'll just do it with a boy if I want to. I'm not the type of girl who will say that a girl has to love someone to have sex, if people are narrow-minded enough to judge the girls who don't want to wait, I'm not...If I want to do it with a boy, I do it. That's my body anyway."

"What happened for you to not want to fall in love...?" I cannot forget the words she said. I never heard that from a girl before. She shrugs.

Something awoke my curiosity today, and maybe I might be thinking wrong, but she has no resemblance to her parents. She doesn't look like them at all, and this is strange to me, but I don't want to bother her with more questions, if she doesn't mention it, that means she doesn't want to talk about it.

"Anyway," she rolls on her back and stretches her body, but at the exact second that I see a small part of her slightly bloated stomach, I tickle it, but she flinches and curls up into a ball while giggling. "Not there. I ate a lot."

"That's cute," I smile but lie down on my back. "What are we to you?" I do not keep it to myself, needing to know before leaving. "What do you think we are?"

"Friends...with benefits? It seems like it..." I give my opinion without being certain. "I knew you would say that, I just consider us as friends who...who have dirty secrets..." she chuckles but makes me grin. "That's because you're a dirty girl who pretends to be innocent."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she denies it in an adorable manner and looks up at the sky. I scoff at those lies. "Tch...you can't even admit it."

She kicks my leg and rolls over to pass over my body but remains on me. "Shh. The two days of service start now, Jungoo," she uses me as a bed and rests her head on my chest, grabbing the blanket to cover her lower body. "Are you keeping me here all night long? Because I don't mind."

"We have school tomorrow, and you don't have any pajama or new clothes," she states what I wish she didn't think about. "Yeah but...your personal driver can pick us up in the morning...and I usually sleep naked..." I smile, but she raises her head up to look into my eyes. "You're a dirty boy..."

"I am," I do not act innocent since I'm not. "You can sleep naked if that makes you more comfortable, or I have some cute shorts and crop tops that would fit you," she mocks me but goes back on the floor. I don't have a choice but to keep those clothes clean for tomorrow, so I undress myself for the second time, putting my clothes on the side. She covers my body with the blanket but comes back onto me. I put my arms around her and cuddle before sleeping.

"Do not believe that you're a horrible person for what happened with the teacher, all right? You never did anything wrong," I drop a kiss on her head, and she hugs me. "Hm...I'm glad I talked about it with you...it makes me feel relieved..."

"I'm glad you did too," I rub her back, but she moves again and slides up my body, making me feel weird. She presses down on a button, and the ceiling closes to only let one small gap that will allow us to have some light in the morning and not make us remain in the dark.

"Good night," she goes back in her previous position and leaves a sweet kiss on my cheek. "Good night," I hug her.

— Next day —

Tuesday, November 17, 2020.

7 am.

"Jungkook?" someone shaking me up wakes me up. I open my eyes without being blinded by the light but only some soft brightness created by the sun. "Hm...?" I squint my eyes, pulling the blanket up but feeling a body on the side of mine. "Wake up, you have to brush your teeth and take a shower, I bought you new clothes to go to school," she brings me back on earth with good news, making me realize I'm naked with her in this room and that we spent the night together.

Was I drunk last night? Did I take some drugs?

I frown but set my eyes on her. She kisses my cheek and smiles. "I checked your size, you have new underwear too," she giggles but makes me feel soft. She's already in her skirt uniform and hoodie, her hair is done, and her makeup too. I feel like I better hurry up.

"What time is it...?" I cover my mouth since I haven't brushed my teeth, and she answers me, relaxing me with the hour. "Okay..."

"Don't forget you do what I want today," she reminds me like a little brat, but I nod and smile. "Yeah...I know..." I turn on my back and sit up, but my head hits the low ceiling, and I land back in the position I was while whining. "Fucking dammit—" I hold my forehead, feeling on the verge of crying. Y/n laughs at me but pulls my arms away, her breasts pressing on my chest. She presses a kiss on my painful spot. "Here, magic kiss, now wake up, weak man," she gives a little slap to my pecs and slides away to leave the room.

I grab my underwear but put them back on, then my trousers, and my top while y/n is waiting at the door. I take my phone and get out of here without banging my head into something again. I check my messages but text my mom to tell her I'm all right. I walk down the stairs with y/n and head to her bedroom to take a shower in her bathroom. "Here are your clothes," she runs by me to show me what she laid on the bed, but my happiness ends on the ground once I see the underwear.

"This is a joke, right?" I point my finger at it. "No," she smiles at me. "I like teddy bears, I thought you would like it too."

I hold my smile back, not knowing whether she's kidding or not. "I'm not wearing this teddy bear underwear. I'm not like you, all right?"

"How do you know what I wear?" she raises her eyebrows but does not show any other item, making me believe this is the only clean underwear I have. "Because I already saw under your skirt, and you're the type of girl who wears cute panties."

"If you can guess the pattern of my underwear right now, I give you the simple underwear I bought you," she crosses her arms and plays with me at the wrong moment of the day. I'm not a morning person, this thing is not going to end well. "How the hell can I know that?"

"That's not my problem," she doesn't care, she defies me. Since I don't want to play, I grab her by the waist and throw her on the bed to pull her skirt up, but my eyes land on some lace and transparency. I glance up into her eyes, feeling like she planned all of this. "Pink lace, transparent on some areas."

"You cheated, and we said you do what I say, so you wear this," she goes back up on her feet and flees away. Goddammit.

30 minutes later...

I go out of the bathroom after getting ready, wearing the underwear she forced me to put on. I take my luxury stuff and put all my supplies inside of it, feeling happy about this day. Once everything is ready, I remove the tags and take my shoes to go downstairs like an enthusiastic boy.

Once I'm at the bottom of the stairs. I put my stuff down but look for someone, hearing them talk with the sound of a TV in the background. I walk up to the kitchen but see y/n at the table, with her father at the kitchen counter. She lifts her eyes up to me but smiles, eating an orange. "Come here and eat," she pats the seat next to her, getting her father to turn around. "Oh, good morning, Jungkook. Do you want something for breakfast?"

"Good morning, Mister Sang. No, no need to cook anything...I'll just eat a fruit, thank you," I bow to him but join y/n at the table. "These are expensive strawberries," she grabs one to hold it up to my mouth, and I eat it. "Here if you want to drink something," the father places a glass before me and comes at the table as well. "Thank you," I take it and pick the bottle of milk to drink this.

"So," the father spreads some butter on his toast, stressing me out again while y/n is gazing at him. "How was your night here? Did you sleep well?" he addresses me, his brown eyes nearly piercing mine to make it obvious he wants to make sure I haven't done anything to his daughter last night.

The only thing that was intimate was the fact that I was naked, and that she clung to me all night long.

I swallow the milk but nod to him. "Yes. I slept well..." I peek at y/n to have a glimpse of her face, but she turns her head once we get into eye contact and eats while focusing on her father, who's on the right side of the table and close to her. "Hm, what about the dinner yesterday? My wife hopes you liked it," he bites into the toast.

"I liked it a lot. That was delicious," I smile, nervously. "I hope I didn't bother you though..." I try to change the subject to not be questioned again, and he answers with a movement of his head. "No, you didn't. Don't worry about that. You were calm and respectful, that's the most important."

I smile and look down at the food to pick another strawberry. "He said he wants you to adopt him," y/n suddenly lets out, beaming at her father. He lays all his attention on me again because of her. "Why?"

"It was—"

"Because he likes the house," she cuts me off like a rude girl, but I hurry to save myself from this. "That was just to joke, Mister Sang...I'm not used to this type of life and all...so...I was just joking..."

He smiles but takes a gulp of his orange juice, and y/n looks back at me. "Well, if that's just a joke then okay. Aren't you happy with your family?" he takes this seriously because of the dummy between us. "I...I'm happy with them, but we're not rich, so our life is very different from...from yours," I struggle to say the words, fearing he could take it the wrong way.

"I understand," he nods. "You can come whenever you want, if y/n let you come here I know I can trust you," his answer allows me to breathe out. This man is more gentle than I expected. "Thank you," I show my gratitude, making him smile but pay attention to his daughter. "It's time for me to go to work, honey. Have you called Alex?" he drinks the rest of the juice and stands up, grabbing the dishes he used. "Yes, I did. He should be here in some short minutes," she rises from her chair as well.

"All right," he closes the dishwasher and moves back to her. "See you later, princess. I love you," he holds the side of her face and presses a kiss on her forehead, but she hugs him in a cute manner. "See you later, and be careful on the road. I love you too."

He smiles once she kisses his cheek, and she comes back on the chair. "Have a good day, Jungkook," he bows to me, so I hurry to stand up and do the same. "Have a good day, Mister Sang," I respond. He tucks one hand in his pocket and walks to the living room, leaving me and y/n both together.

I pick a slice of bread now that he's gone and spread some Nutella over it to fill my hungry stomach. Y/n doesn't say a word while eating and watching the TV hung on the wall before us, so I shove half of the snack in my mouth and feel all the bliss inside of me. Finally, I can eat Nutella.

"How did you buy my clothes?" I frown but ask with my mouth full, chewing on my food. "I ordered them," she stays focused on the show like a child. "Is it from an expensive brand?" I glance down at the black dress shirt, and the pair of trousers I'm wearing. "Yes, Yves Saint Laurent."

I'm not even surprised anymore. "Thank you..." I mumble, the bitterness of the words remaining in my throat, even though she would deserve a hug and kiss for this, and maybe even more. She smiles and finally looks at me. "What did you say?" she leans closer to me to act like she didn't hear me.

I grin and stare into her eyes. "Thank you, little brat, but I hate you for that underwear."

She kisses my cheek in the sweetest manner again. "You're welcome, Jungoo," she giggles but focuses back on her food.

Why does she have to be so cute?

10 minutes later...

"Come on, let's go to hell," y/n complains while heading to the Bentley, but I follow her joyfully, glad to be going to school with all my new stuff. Once the gate closes behind us, we enter the vehicle and sit side by side. Alex greets us, so we both answer, and I put my bag between my legs.

"Here is the order you made," he hands her a denim jacket, and a small box. "There is the Gucci jacket, and the Rolex," he tells her. "Thank you, Alex," she smiles and opens the box to check the watch when she already has one around her wrist, but she then closes it and places it over my lap, "Here, this is for you," and she gets the jacket on my thighs as well.

"W—What?" I freeze on my spot, not believing her. "You always complain about not having the same watch as I do, so here you are. This the newest Rolex that just went out," she smiles at me, making me check if it's not fake. "Are you serious, or you're tricking me again?"

"How would I trick you...?" she frowns at me as if the answer wasn't obvious. I shrug. "This could be a copy..."

"Uhm, Sir," the driver grasps my attention. "Y/n never buys any copy," he peeks at me in the rearview mirror, but I look back at y/n. "Really...? I don't want you to mock me, y/n...I'm serious..."

"I'm not mocking you, Jungkook. I know I like to annoy you, but I'm not a monster, I swear this is real, and as Alex said, I hate copies, I'd never buy something fake," she speaks with earnestness as I cannot help but be a bit suspicious about all those gifts.

She sighs as I'm scrutinizing the watch. "Do you want mine? Seriously...I'd never do something like that  Jungkook," she doesn't laugh or smile anymore. "Okay," I nod to her. "I trust you," I have confidence in her words since she seems pretty sincere, and I put the watch around my wrist.

I close the box and put it on the arm between us to take a closer look at the Gucci denim jacket but put it on. "If you don't trust her, the tags are here. I always cut them when she makes an order and that she asks for them to be ready in the car," he mentions to make sure I don't doubt her words, but I lay my eyes on y/n. "I believe her."

She smiles at me without any hint of amusement. "Do you like it?" she glances at my jacket, but I nod and grin, loving it a lot. "But why do you buy all those things for me...?"

"I like to see how happy it makes you," the corners of her lips turn even upper, her cheekbone rising, but she looks out the window. "That's cute..." she almost whispers, making me feel all weird inside. "And I feel better when I see that I make other people happy..." her sentence shows a side of her I barely knew before.

I thought and repeated she was just an arrogant girl, but I guess I was wrong.

•••

8:10 am.

"Here we are," y/n sighs to express some exhaustion while I'm excited to walk inside the school. I almost run to the gate, but y/n grabs my jacket. "Wait," she stops me, so I turn around. "I haven't forgotten our deal. So come here," she cutely asks for me to step back, and I do it. "What?" I smile.

"You walk at my pace," she returns the same expression and now leads the way, making me shake my head but chuckle. I walk along her steps to not pass in front of her or leave her behind but realize how slow she can be when she's not trying to run away from me. "I'm going to stay with Haneul, so see you—"

"Why don't stay with me?" I put my hands in my pockets, not recognizing myself after this question that is nothing but a request. "I'm an annoying little brat," she pronounces the words that often leave my mouth when I talk about her. I don't want to be like that anymore, yesterday totally made me feel different, especially last night when we both had a serious conversation when she fell asleep in my arms and never let go of me throughout the night.

"Ok, so...I don't have to do what you want since you're away from me?" I try not to show that I want to spend some time with her. "Hm. Not now, I'll call you when I want or need something," she grins and walks away.

Since I don't want to hold her back and act like a clingy guy after only one night spent with her, I swallow the pill and move towards my friends that are sitting on a bench.