"What happened to your family that you mentioned earlier? Is it because of that?" I frown, wondering what this might be about, but she contradicts my thoughts. "No, it is about my dad. He..." her gaze shows what looks like shame or difficulty to speak. "He was arrested because of his now ex-wife. She made up some horrible stuff about him and I, telling the police that he was...manipulating me to...take advantage of me...you know..." she peeks at me, not saying the words that must be hard to pronounce. "To...get what he wants from you?" I do not dare to let out what I truly think. "Kinda...but...like..."

"Sexually...?" I barely say out loud, fearing this could make her feel uncomfortable. "Yeah. That way. I was interrogated for hours, my dad was, Haneul was too...this took a few days for him to be allowed to come back home, but I still have their words in my head. That was horrible for me to hear them say and create those types of moments...I mean...he said that she was the one who said that. I couldn't believe it...I didn't understand why she would do such a thing to him...but yeah...now he divorced, and we're both alone...and that's better that way."

"All of this happened these days?" I raise my eyebrows but realize how bad her situation was when I thought she was happy with Korain and not having a damn about my feelings anymore. "Yeah..." she nods, making me regret the things I thought about her the whole time. "Damn..." I do not know what to say. "I knew that she seemed rude and all, but I would never have expected this to happen..."

"Me neither, to be honest," her voice loses volume, but I set my eyes on her as she's staring into space. "I hope everything is going better now..." I attempt to bring some positivity, and she smiles but gazes down. "It is, don't worry," her eyes meet mine, finally. "I'm not sure I should ask you this but what about you? I guess you were not feeling pretty well...from what I've seen at school..."

"Yeah, I was...crying nonstop. I never felt that way before, and I was rude to Taeyeong and Hajoon without wanting to..." I tell her the truth to not pretend to be tough when I was weak as ever last week. "But now I feel better," I tighten my grip on the warm cup, speaking these words to let her know she's the cause of his delight. She smiles at me as mine must have been exposed against my will.

"You have some chocolate here," she rubs her upper lip but giggles at me, making me hurry to wipe this off with my fingers. I check my skin afterward and lick it, feeling embarrassed in front of her. Her soft laughter that I missed runs out of her, and I beam like an idiot. "Jeez...I'm already making things awkward," I take a gulp of my drink to hide my face, but she laughs at me, so I swallow the sweetness and look at her. "You always mock me. I swear, you're mean."

"I'm not, if I was, I wouldn't have told you but leave you with some chocolate on your lips just to laugh internally while looking at you," she enjoys it and has fun giggling like a baby, making my heart flutter and feel those sensations I missed. "Hm. Sure..." I lick them but move the cup towards her. "Do you want some?"

"Just a little and then not anymore," she leans closer to me, so I place the rim against her lips and let her drink. Once she gestures me to pull away, I do it and place the cup on my nightstand, but she lies down. "Your bed feels comfortable..." she hides her body underneath the blanket, but I put my hood on and join her, getting closer to her body that I missed holding against mine. "It's comfortable and warm."

"Yes, that's the best," she grins but turns towards me, so I get on my side as well and make sure we face each other from very close. I put my arm under my pillow and lay one hand under my cheek, both staying in the same position. I cannot help peeking down at her lips, not maintaining eye contact anymore because of some weakness. Those soft and rosy lips I cannot avert my attention from turn upwards, so I gaze back into her eyes.

"Have you failed your exams?" she asks in a low voice, and I nod. "More than failed."

She chuckles but nibbles on her inner lips. "What about you?"

"I failed in some subjects but not all, so I'm good," she answers with greater news that will not disappoint her dad. "I'm not even surprised."

"I take that as a compliment," she says, cutely, but I bring my hand to her lips and squeeze the bottom one. "That was a compliment, you didio— idiot," I humiliate myself, and as expected from her, she bursts into laughter. "Shh," I cover her mouth with my hand but scoff uncontrollably. "Do not dare to laugh at this. I stuttered. All right?"

Her eyes gaze into mine, but the feeling of her teeth against my skin, the crinkles in the corners of her eyes expose her broad smile, I understand she can't hold back. "Stop laughing," I cup her face to squeeze her cheeks, so she presses her lips together to obviously conceal the mockery. "I'm letting go, I don't wanna hear any jokes on that," I let go of her but remain in my position to have my face at short inches from hers, and we both lock eyes.

"Didiot...I'm never gonna forget that..." she repeats what embarrassed me, but I lean in and join our lips without letting her anticipate it. Maybe she won't like it, maybe she doesn't want it, but I can't help it. I do not make it brief but part my lips to clasp her upper one, and I kiss her in a slow and passionate manner. My hand delicately touches her cheek as our mouths are returning each and every friction, and I caress her warm skin with my thumb while making my heart thump my chest.

Feeling our lips clasp and tenderly hug the other's ones, I slow it down and only brush the tip of them over hers, holding her jawline, I peck her once and stop to see what she does, to see the way she reacts.

Her fingers skim past my forearm to reach my hand, and she moves forth to press our lips together, the soothing sound of our breathing making this moment soft as ever, I smile against her lips unconsciously but open my eyes. I fall deep into hers right away, so I caress her cheek and stare. I glance down at her lips out of want and press mine on them, in a tender way, before diving back into her sparkling soul. "My heart's beating so fast..." I smile but bite my lips, feeling shy about it. I pull away and put my head back on my pillow without ever breaking our eye contact. "Mine too..."

Her reply gets me to feel more delightful, and I go onward to envelop her body with my arms and hold her tight. Probably understanding how much I need affection from her, she snuggles up against me and nestles her head in my chest, her arms hugging my body, I plant a kiss on her temple and rest my head on hers.

"Let's start everything over, hm?" I speak in her ear, and a small 'yes' comes from her. "Okay," I close my eyes but keep my lips near her ear. "I'm Jeon Jungkook, what's your name?" I giggle, but she answers me to play along. "I'm Sang y/n, I love your name a lot."

"Thank you, I love yours too, it's cute," I comb her hair feeling her pressing some kisses on my neck. "Do you like to play video games?"

"I do, I have my personal gaming room, you have no idea how cool it is. I have a pink gaming chair, a pink gaming microphone, my screen is as big as at the cinema, you'd play with me all the time if you knew how it looks," she describes what I already know about, but I act like I didn't. "Oh, really? Could I see it one day? I'd like to play with you...I'm pretty sure I'm better than you."

"No, you're not," she refuses to admit it and looks up into my eyes. "But you can come whenever you want. My door is open for you."

"Good, but I might come in a lot of times then," I raise my eyebrows but feel my cheeks hurt because of how much I've been smiling, and she does the same. "Oh, that's not a problem. Come in whenever you want, I'm already waiting for you."

I lift her chin up and lock our lips for one more kiss. "We're stupid," I chuckle but love this sweet moment a lot. "Yes, we're didiots."

"I knew you would say that, I hate you," I poke her waist to make her twitch, and she giggles at my face, enjoying it a lot whenever she can make fun of me. "Let's take a nap together. This will make you forget this word."

"I won't forget it, but we can rest," she cuddles up against my body again, her face in my chest, so I keep my arm around her head and place my hand on the side of it. "Sweet dreams," I press a soft kiss on her ear, and she squeezes me in her embrace. "Sweet dreams."

•••

4 pm.

"Honey?" the sound of my mom's voice wakes me up, taking me out of what seemed like a reality, the good one. I open my eyes with difficulty but feel a warm body against mine, between my arms, and I realize this was not a dream at all. I do not answer my mom but stand up, and I walk up to the door to open it and make sure y/n does not get woken up.

"Yeah?" I only let a small gap between the wall and the door so that she cannot see inside. "Ah, you're here. I just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. I'm just..." I peek in y/n's direction. "I'm with y/n."

"Oh..." some surprise covers her features. "Have you made up?" she smiles, probably relieved to see the problem might be solved, even though I haven't told her about what happened exactly. "Yes...everything's all right now."

"Great, I'm happy to hear it. I hope you feel better," she expresses her delight about it, making me smile and nod to her. "Does she eat here for dinner?"

"Uhm...I'm not sure, she might go back home to be with her dad," I keep my voice low, praying for her to not hear me. "Okay. If she ever wants to stay here with you, tell me, all right? I'll cook more food."

"Yes, thank you, mom," I bow my head and step back, but she grins and leaves, so I close the door. I rub my eyes but get back under the blanket, still not believing that everything is back to normal, and even better than before.

I make myself discreet and quiet, and I slide by her side to have her face near mine, and I contemplate her. I believe that the pain I felt was necessary to be here, so I do not know whether this was bad or good in the end.

Her eyes open, and we both fall into each other's souls.  No matter how many words I know, I would never be able to find any to describe what I feel when she looks at me, let alone when she hugs me or says my name.

I move forth without saying anything and press a kiss on her forehead, but she just stares, and she inches closer to me. She bends her head down and closes her eyes, making me afraid.

I lift my hand to her hair and tangle my fingers in it. "Is everything okay...?"

"Hm..." no clear answer is given to me, so I frown and look down to seek for her features. "What is it? You can talk to me..."

"Can I tell you something...?" she speaks in a low and feeble voice, so I let her carry on. "Yes...tell me..."

"I like you...Jungkook...a lot...but..." this last word aches my heart very bad as I can feel something painful come after this one. "I'm scared to not make you feel loved because of how I am...this might sound stupid...but I don't know how to love...how to be a good girlfriend...I fear that I might hurt you again...I don't want this to happen...You deserve better than the girl I am..."

Thank god, this is not something bad.

I breathe out from relief but press a kiss on the crown of her head. "Don't say that, y/n. You're...There's no good girlfriend...you don't have to act a certain way with me, you just have to be who you are on a daily, not change anything. You're the reason I fell in love with you...so do not change anything in order to be what you believe to be good. I want you to act like you do all the time. Let's just learn from our mistakes. We're here for a good reason, and I made mistakes too, I have flaws, it's not about deserving, this is bullshit because I don't want anyone else but you."

"But what if I hurt you without willing to...? Or what if I'm not good enough because I don't know what a couple is...?" she loses faith. "Y/n...look at me..." I gaze down at her and raise her chin up. She remains quiet, so I speak up. "Do you really love me?"

"I do...I'm not okay when we're away from each other..." she replies with honesty, allowing me to tell her what I think. "Then we'll learn to be a couple together. Even if we make mistakes, we'll make up, we'll get over it, that's how a good couple works. We will have ups and downs...but we will work it out...if that's what you want..."

"That is what I want. I want to be with you," her words almost make me cry, but I smile and control my emotions for once. "That is what I want too, so let's not care about anything. Let's just let things go naturally."

"Yeah..." she trusts me. I do not talk anymore but brush my fingers past her cheek to caress it, but she goes forward and kisses my lips, fluttering my heart with tenderness. I want this to happen all the time, I want those sweet feelings of love, those butterflies to invade my body every day. I hope this will work out between us. I want it to.

Once she pulls away, I slide my hand down her side and pull her closer, and we both cuddle, silently. I do not even want to have sex with her, I just want to hold her tight, tell her how much I love her, and enjoy her presence.

"What time is it?" she mumbles in my chest, so I take a look at my watch. "Four p.m."

"Okay...I'll have to leave at five. My dad will wait for me at home," she slightly breaks my heart, but I understand her and do not express my unhappiness. "Okay," I rub her back, the fruity smell of her hair running through my nose, I do not close my eyes but look out the window, the sun already going down and taking the light away. "How are you going to celebrate Christmas?"

"With my dad," she answers, her fingers playing with the strings of my hoodie. "I think his parents will be there on Christmas Eve like they were last year, but I'm not sure. Haneul and his family will probably be there for the New Year though, as well as my dad's brother's, and all, but he might change his plans because of what happened, I don't know yet. What about you?"

"With my family, my parents and grandparents. I even think that my cousins, uncles, and aunts will be there," I doubt, not certain of what will happen since nothing is ever sure with them. "Okay, as long as you have your family with you that's the most important."

"Hm..." I agree but not entirely since I'd like her to be with me. Having her for Christmas would be like one of the best gifts ever. "Does your dad knows about what happened between us...?" my nervousness does not leave me because of this, fearing that he might never forgive me. "No, he doesn't. I didn't tell him, he just knew I was not okay because of a little fight between us, but I did not want to explain him, I knew he wouldn't like it."

"Okay..." I feel some relief since I promised him I would never hurt her again.