"Hm?" I frown at her, acting annoyed and hiding my face in her pillow. "Wake up," she pecks my cheek, fluttering my heart that doesn't seem to want to be indifferent to her touches anymore.

I know I always have had sex with a girl I love, I know how affected I can be by this type of intimacy, so why the hell did I let myself go and had sex with her when we're just friends?

"Jungoo..." she showers the same spot on my cheek with kisses, causing a smile on my face that I cannot restrain. "Stop this," I turn my head to look at her, having her features extremely close to mine. She smiles and shakes her head. "Look what I got for you," she takes something that is on her left but already brings her finger to my mouth. I move my head up from the pillow but check what's on the tip of her finger.

"That's Nutella, I saw you were eating it like a hungry animal this morning," she giggles at me. I smile but move forth to trap her finger in my mouth and lick everything off. She grins at my action, but I pull away and make a popping sound playfully, licking my lips afterward.

"I want to eat dinner, but my dad said he won't be back before seven..." she rests her head on her hand, staring deep into my eyes but provoking a fizzy feeling inside my chest. "What will you eat for dinner?"

"Bolognese pasta, and this is my favorite meal, so I can't wait," she asks for food again, always being hungry but sounding cute. "Hm. I like that too."

"What will your mom cook today?" she asks me, not proposing me to stay here. "I don't know..." I put my head back on the pillow and cover my naked body with the blanket. "And I don't care..." I mumble and grab a pillow to hide my face with it.

"How can you not care? I think about food twenty-four hours a day," her adorable answer makes me smile against the fabric, and I pull the pillow down. "So you're one of those girls?"

"What girls?" she doesn't understand my question. "Those cute girls who eat what they want without caring about what others think."

"Oh, I guess I am," she smiles. I chuckle but cover my face again. "What time is it?" I ask to know how many hours or minutes I can still spend with her. "It's five past four p.m," she replies. "Only three hours left then..."

"It's not 'only', it's 'still' three long hours left before eating pasta..." she complains like a little girl. "Shh," I playfully hush her. "Hey. Let me express my frustration, please."

"No, keep quiet a little. Spare my ears, please," I look at her, removing the pillow from my head to hug it. "I'm in my house. I do what I want."

I smile at her but shake my head. She nods to respond and keeps on arguing, but since I want to have the last word, I move forth and cup the side of her neck to lock our lips. I kiss her and make sure she cannot speak at all, calming her down but enjoying this feeling. "My little brat is too noisy," I smile between the frictions but go back to it.

She forces backward with her head and breaks the kiss. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" she looks into my eyes but finally speaks more peacefully. I agree to it, exulting internally. "You'll eat the pasta my dad cooks, they're the best."

I grin but pull away. "I can't wait."

"I need to tell you something," she licks her lips, staring into my eyes and smiling. "Tell me," I drop my attention on her shiny, rosy lips, but she comes closer and approaches them from my ear, making me wonder what she could do or say.

"I love how you sound when you moan," she laughs in a quiet manner but moves back to gaze at me, getting me to feel bashful. I chuckle but avoid looking into her eyes.

"You were cute," she adds. "For once," her words that are meant to judge me relieve the tension in my veins. "Let's talk about something else," I clear my throat and pass my fingers over my lips, nervously. "No, I want to talk about it," she notices this is making me feel shy, smiling and staring at me. "Your moans were prettier, so that's useless to argue," I attempt to put an end to it.

"Yours were the prettiest," she comes back and kisses my lips. "The butterflies in my stomach were going insane because of you," she giggles but kisses me more. I don't break the connection between us, I slip my tongue out to insert it in her mouth, but she gives a kind bite to it. "Keep that tongue in your trap," she laughs and pushes me away.

She knows what she's doing, goddammit.

•••

6:20 pm.

I keep my eyes on y/n who's waiting on the sofa for her father to come home when her mother is already here, staring at the door since the clock indicated six p.m. She really is attached to him.

"What are you doing?" the mother throws a cold blow of wind in the room, putting her eyes on her right after coming back from the kitchen.  "I'm waiting for him..." she answers in a faint voice. "Stop doing that," she complains for no good reason and walks away. This girl is damn cute, why is she so rude? I would like to have a daughter like her who impatiently waits for me to come home.

I smile once she straightens up like a puppy that hears his Master come home. The father unlocks the door to come in, and she jumps over the back of the sofa to rush to the door and embrace him in the cutest manner.

He beams at her, probably used to this. I watch them, with my lips curved up unconsciously, and he picks her up the floor effortlessly to hold her. "My princess," he hugs her, lovingly and presses a kiss on her cheek.

"You're all cold," she doesn't let go of him as he put her down on the floor. "Today was a bit chilly," he takes his jacket and shoes off, so she moves back but keeps her attention on him. "I felt a bit sick today, so I came home earlier with Jungkook," she mentions me, getting him to notice my presence. "Oh, hello again," he grins, so I respond with a shy 'hello', remembering what I did to his daughter earlier while he was at work.

Unfortunately for me, his eyes, which were away, land on her neck. He grabs his bag but stares at the hickey I gave her, and as soon as he peeks up at me, I throw my eyes in another direction.

"What did you do while you were home?" he suddenly questions her, causing an acceleration of my heartbeat. I bounce one of my legs, anxiously, realizing he understood what it means only because she didn't want to cover it up with makeup. "I ate, talked with Jungkook, and then slept," she answers with lies.

"Hm. Did you take care of her, Jungkook?" he addresses me when I hoped to disappear for a moment. He places his bag on the sofa, being followed by y/n from very close, but he sends me a stern look that I can barely handle. "Yes..." I nod, feeling the heat spread up my neck and face. "All right," he sounds skeptical. He turns towards y/n and drops his phone on the sofa while I cannot keep my eyes off of her, she's adorable and hot in her pajamas, a pair of silky shorts, and a crop top that reveal some skin I would like to touch again, but which I shouldn't if I don't want to be destroyed by her dad.

I cannot believe I'm feeling that way because of her.

"Are you gonna cook the pasta? My stomach has been growling for hours," she stands before him, giving him a pouty face. She's acting a bit childish for him, but this is cute, so I can't even cringe at it. "Yes, I am, honey. Just one second," he smiles broadly, but she asks for him to take her in his arms, standing on her tiptoes and lifting her arms up to his neck. "Are you eating here, Jungkook?" he peeks at me. "You don't have to cook for me, I'm fine," I try not to disturb their habits.

He nods. "I'll cook for you as well, do you like bolognese pasta?" he asks, not aware that y/n already told me. "Yes, I do."

"Great, I'll make you taste the sauce first if you want," he sets his attention back on his daughter, who's not able to stay away from him. He laughs at her behavior but takes her in his arms.

"Can you tell her to stop acting like a kid?" the mother lowers her voice, believing I won't hear her. He looks at her without any love or care, he walks to the kitchen with y/n in his arms, but the mother huffs and follows them.

Well. All right. That feels awkward for me. I feel lonely here.

I tuck my hands in my pockets and wait for someone to remember I'm in the house. I bend my head back and rest it on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling that seems far away from me, I purse my lips out to pass some time and make some bubbles in my mouth with my saliva.

"Hey," y/n's face appears right within sight. "Come with me," she moves back and takes my hand to drift me away from here. "Why don't you stay with your 'daddy'?" I say with some bitterness, but she brings me to the back of the yard, where the fire pit is. "He told me to go away with you. He's probably going to fight with my mother again..."

"Hm..." I don't say anything but let her drag me to the seats. We both sit down on one of the comfortable couches placed around the fire pit, and she cuddles up against me, both lacking warmth.

"What's the problem with your mother...? You were not doing anything wrong, and she was pissed off..." I do not keep quiet about it since this startled me. She exhales, sharply. "I don't even know. She just hates me because I get some affection from my dad...I don't know...but I'm tired of being the problem here."

"You're not the problem, she is," I correct her. "I found you cute, but she seemed to be mad at you for doing that...she must be looking for trouble or something."

"I guess..." she looks at the wood that is burning. "Did you just say I'm cute though?" she points out and smirks at me. "Hm? I'm not the ugly brat anymore?"

I chuckle nervously, realizing I shouldn't have said that. I lick my lips but put my hands in my pockets, regretting my honesty. "It was just to say...You're not cute but...you know..." I roll my eyes, struggling. "Yeah sure," she laughs at me, understanding I'm having a hard time to explain myself. "What do you think your dad would do if he knew what I did to you?"

She shrugs but turns towards me, and she plays with the thin chain around my neck which is always hidden under a sweater or hoodie when I'm at school, that is the reason why she never saw it. "I think he would kill you."

"You'll never tell him about this, right?" I bite my lips, staring at her now that she's finally closer to me. "Why would I talk about that with my dad?" she chuckles, toying with my necklace. "Well...you're pretty close to him, and since you can't talk to your mother...maybe this is the type of conversation you would have with him...you know...if it ever happens to be talked about, and that you tell him I'm the one who took your virginity..."

"You know I'm joking, right?" she smiles at me. "He would never kill you. He's better than a mom or a dad, he's both," she softly laughs. "He's the one who talked to me about my period when I had some worries, he also explained to me some things about boys to make sure I don't make any mistakes...and he's the one there when I don't feel good. He wouldn't hate you, he would just want to make sure you didn't do it to have fun or use me, and most importantly that you didn't force me."

"He's really a great dad..." I smile, relieved to hear all of this. I truly thought I would be in danger if he knew.  "I know," she proudly says. Her lips press a kiss on my cheek, and she straightens her back to get closer to the fire, but I cannot help putting my arm around her waist to pull her back and touch her hip. I press my lips on her neck and pass my fingers under her shorts to caress her skin.

"Why are you so tactile today?" she leans forth, her breasts squeezed against my chest. "Because I liked what we did earlier, and I can't get enough of your body," I tell her the truth while staring into her eyes, making her grin but lie down on the couch, she places her feet next to my left thigh, so I touch hers and stroke it.

The silence does not linger, some loud voices reverberate through the house that is at some feet away from us. "Do you want to try the swimming pool?" she does everything for me to not hear it. "Is the water warm?"

"Yes," she nods but stands up. She doesn't wait before undressing herself before me, staying in her sheer, lace underwear and bra. I smile at the sight of her curves, but I take my clothes off as well, hating the underwear I still have. She giggles at me but steps towards the pool, however, I hurry to take my shirt off and run towards her to grab her by the waist and jump into the water with her in my arms.

As soon as we end into the water, I tighten my hold on her body to not scare her, and I come back to the surface with her. "Are you fucking crazy?!" she punches me in the stomach, not appreciating what I did. She brushes her wet hair back but grips my arms. "I can't swim!"

"I'm holding you, calm down," I ease her up, feeling in her hold and behavior how frightened she got. I press a kiss on her ear but smile. "I'm not letting go."

"Bring me to the edge," she points her finger at the glass side of the pool, so I swim there and let her have a grip of it, cutely. "Next time you do that, I call my dad. All right?"

"All right...chill...I just wanted to joke, I didn't know," I don't pick up a fight since it's my fault, and she splashes my face with the water. "Don't look for trouble," I pass my hand over my face and pull my hair back, but she glares at me and places her arms over the edge. I lick my lips and inch closer to her, discreetly.

I don't want her to be mad at me.

I keep my eyes fixed on her while she's gazing at the landscape. I move my hand in the water to reach out for her skin, and I skim her waist. "Didn't you feel anything?" I dare to ask, feeling like the effect of what we did earlier only impacted me. "I almost died, you moron!" she doesn't understand. "I'm not talking about that..."

She lays her eyes on me and frowns. "What do you mean then?"

I maintain eye contact, obviously not perceiving what I usually see in a girl's eyes when she just had her first time with me. "You just felt pleasure when...we did it?"

"Well...I felt many things, I was too taken in it to think, to be honest," she answers me but does not tell me what I would like to hear. "Yeah but...emotionally...? Right after?"

"I felt good," she says. "You didn't?"

"Hm...I did..." I nod but ignore the pain it caused me. I knew it, but I still wanted to have sex with her, I thought this would make her change her mind about love or something like that, but I guess I was wrong. I glance away and clear my throat, swinging my hands in the water, anxiously.

Unless I misunderstood what she said, she maybe has felt some strong emotions but doesn't want to tell me. She cuddled up against me right after, this might be a sign she felt emotional, or maybe not.

"What do you feel when I kiss you?" I go back to it, needing her answer and not just some vague words that might signify something without any certainty. "Why are you asking me all those questions?"

I sigh out of annoyance, always receiving a question instead of an answer. "What? What do you want me to tell you? I just feel good, and that turns me on because you're a good kisser."

"All right..." I do not insist since it's obviously bothering her. I don't even know why I'm upset about it, I shouldn't since we're just friends with benefits, the problem is that I've never done this with anyone, and I now know that I don't like it.

"Jungkook! Honey! The sauce is ready, do you want to taste it?!" the father shouts from the house, and before I could answer, y/n screams to tell him we're coming. I get out of the water and touch the floor, I push my wet hair back and move to the couch to retrieve my clothes.

"Why did you do it with me if you didn't want to?" she takes her clothes but questions me, and I glance at her. "I haven't said that I didn't want to," I make sure that she doesn't believe in this, and I go back to the doors.

I use my clothes to hide my body, but once I reach the doors, y/n's father appears within sight, walking down the stairs of the house, he hurries towards me and hands me a towel. "Here for you," he looks at his daughter who is next to me, and gives her one too, so we both thank him and towel our bodies.

Once it's done, I put my clothes back on, and I enter the house. Y/n follows me, and Mister Sang keeps the two towels, "Make him taste the sauce, honey. I'm putting this in the dryer," he tells her and walks away.

"Okay," she gets in the kitchen, so I stay behind her while she's fixing her shorts. We both get to it, and she grabs a big spoon, closes the drawer with her hips, and dips it in the bolognese sauce that smells terribly good. She hands me the spoon, so I take it and try, then she does the same, before moving to the sink to leave the spoon there. She goes away without telling me anything, seeming mad for the way I reacted.

She crosses her arms and leans back on the kitchen counter, gazing in the direction of one of the door frames where her father is going to come back. Maybe I shouldn't have talked about it.

"So," the father enters the room, putting a smile on y/n's face without even doing anything. "What do you think of it?" he glances at us both. "It's good, as always," she joyfully answers, and he looks at me. "It's good," I confirm. "Perfect. We just have to wait for the pasta to be cooked."

Y/n whispers something to him, beaming and putting her hands on the counter behind her. He grabs her by the waist and puts her on the flat surface as she must have asked him. "How was your day? What happened for you to come home earlier?" he looks at the both of us checking the pasta and stirring in the water next to me. "My period...I fainted," she swings her legs from side to side, inclining her body but causing her breasts to look even bigger. "Oh, did you hurt yourself?" he becomes worried, fixing his eyes on her instantly. "No, I'm okay. It was just painful at that moment and afterward, but I took a painkiller, then everything was okay..." she drifts her eyes towards me, knowing what happened and helped her to forget the pain.

I glance away out of weakness. "Good. I'm relieved."