"Hm...we haven't talked about that fight though...you know..." he gazes at me, mentioning something I tried to avoid. "...the one you had with him."

"Oh...yeah. I just don't want you to hate him, so I'd rather say this was a small issue..." I torture myself by not telling him the truth, but he keeps his hazelnut eyes on me and complicates this fight against myself. "Really? You know I won't be mad, y/n because I'd like to know what happened between you two. I noticed you were not feeling all right."

I shrug and drop my look down, knowing this is not a good decision to explain everything when Jungkook is about to arrive. "I just...I hurt him without wanting to...and he got angry and said some words he didn't mean, but it's fine now. We talked it out."

"You hurt him? How?" he listens carefully, leaning back on the kitchen counter. "You know we both did it...and...he was in love with me, but I didn't want to have a boyfriend when that happened, so while we were at the gym, I said that he's not my boyfriend, and he got hurt because he thought I was playing with his feelings and doing some things with Korain...but I was not...I was just scared to be in a relationship..."

"Oh...I see...but what did he say to you?" he tilts his head to the side, gripping the edge of the furniture behind him. "Just..." I hesitate and keep it to myself, fearing what his mind might make him think of him if I ever say it. "Bad words...you know...what we say to a girl who sleeps with a lot of guys..."

He stares at me with dismay as he must have understood, so I hurry to change his thoughts. "But it was because he was hurt and mad. I swear he's not a bad person...I should have been honest and not say that I didn't feel anything."

He clenches his jaw and glances away, the wrath running through his veins. "I swear, papa. Don't hate him. He cried for days because of me..."

"Y/n, you want me to not be mad at a fucking boy who called my daughter a slut? Does he even know how much words can hurt or affect someone? I warned him already, I told him that he better not hurt you again or else he would not see you again," he reacts like I expected him to, but I step towards him to wrap my arms around him. "Please... I'm okay."

"But I'm not, I can't accept that type of thing," he refuses to feel the same way I do about it now, his overprotective side speaking for him. "Come on, you said you wouldn't be mad."

"How could I not be?" he raises his eyebrows, keeping a low and calm voice to talk to me. "Because I'm fine. That's all that matters."

He remains silent, probably thinking about what to do or how to react. "I hope he won't stay for dinner," he goes back to cooking, so I move away but sigh. I knew he would not be okay with it, but I had to tell him the truth.

I leave him alone and don't say anything anymore, he serves the lunch and places the dishes on the table, so I sit at it with him to eat. I grab the chopsticks to use them, and I relieve the hunger felt inside me, but I look at him, fixing my eyes on his face while chewing. I put my elbow on the table and rest my face on my hand.

Once he gazes up at me, he stops moving his hand and lowers his chopsticks to his food. He swallows what is in his mouth. "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"I do...I just regret telling you because now you hate him," I don't hide it but let him know how that makes me feel, and he heavily exhales. "Let's not talk about it anymore, honey," he puts more food in his mouth. "And I don't ever want you to hide anything from me or keep anything to yourself just for that reason. All right?"

"All right..." I don't argue or try again, knowing how he is. It's better to understand him and accept the way he feels about it. However, the doorbell rings, and we both look at each other. I know what it means, but I hope he's not going to say anything and get angry.

I leave my chopsticks on the table and stand up, but I walk up to him and lean forth to put my arms around his neck and press a kiss on his cheek. "Please, be kind to him. Even if he did something bad, I did too, he's always been there for me."

"Yeah," he complies against his will, so I kiss his forehead but hold him tight. "I love you," I step back and hear his soft 'I love you too', so I move towards the front door with joy. As soon as I open the door, my heart jumps against my chest, and he smiles at me, making it go berserk. "Hey."

"Hey, come in," I smile, broadly and step aside to let him enter the house. He takes his coat and shoes off, so I put them away for him, but once he's comfortable in his trousers and black, tight, long sleeve t-shirt, I stand on my tiptoes to throw my arms around his neck and hug him. "I missed you."

His strong arms cuddle me, but he smiles, his cheek exposing him. "I missed you too."

I smile but pull away to look into his big eyes, and I peck his lips before touching them with my finger. "I have to tell you something..." I whisper for my dad to not hear me. "I...I had to explain to my dad why we were not talking to each other anymore, but he's mad now, so...don't pay attention, it will go away once we passed to something else."

"Oh..." some scare can be read on his face. "He won't ever forgive me..."

"He will, and I did," I give him a reassuring smile, doing my best to make sure he does not feel scared. I take his hand and bring him to the kitchen, where my dad is. "Have you eaten lunch?" I ask him and go back to my seat, dragging him with me. "Just some bread and milk," he shakes his head but lays his eyes on my dad, who's still eating. I sit down but feel and see the tension in Jungkook's body.

"Good afternoon, Mister Sang," he bows to him. "Good afternoon," he glances up at him in a way that he knows will make the boy he is feel panicked. He sits down next to me after he was thrown a glance, and I cut a piece of my egg roll to feed him. "Here."

"I—I'm okay..." he shakes his head, but I do not take this as an answer, I touch his lips with the food, and he winds up opening his mouth to eat. "What game would you like to play?" I keep the silence away from this room to not make Jungkook feel uncomfortable, his nervousness showing obviously. "I don't know...the one you want."

"You'll play to Call Of Duty, and I'll watch to see your skills," I smile but eat more, giving him some of it as well. "Are you going to go grocery shopping today?" I ask my dad whose mood is obviously not good. "I don't have to, but if you want me to buy something particular then I'll go."

"No, I just wanted to ask," I peek at Jungkook, and I feed him again, taking care of him and his health.

•••

1:20 pm.

"I'm back," I enter the gaming room with a big bottle of blue energized drink. The boy I cannot wait to cuddle turns around with the pink gaming chair, and he smiles at me. "I think we won't be thirsty."

"Nope, we won't," I giggle but walk up to him, put the bottle on the floor, and get on his lap to be both in front of the giant TV screen. "Do you play in a cinema?" he mentions, probably loving how big it is. "Yes, like this I can see all the enemies."

"Thank god you can, everyone could see them," he raises his eyebrows but smiles, launching the game. He moves his hands to put his arms around my hips, and I bend towards him, placing my legs over the armchair, getting him to rest one of his veiny arms over my thighs.

"Let's see if you're as good as you claim to be," I grin but watch him as the first game is starting, and he relaxes on the chair. "It's my first one, so don't be too harsh, okay?"

"Okay," I put my hands on his forearm since he rolled his sleeves up, and I keep quiet to let him focus, caressing his arm. I direct my eyes towards him, loving how close we are. I drop my attention on his lips, noticing how reddish and glossy they are. "Did you apply some lip balm?"

He squeezes his lips together, probably because I'm talking about them. "Yes. Strawberry one," his big eyes remain focused on the screen, not letting me distract him. "Oh, I want to taste them."

He smiles at the sound of my sentence and peeks at me. Without even caring about his game, he leans forth and presses his lips on mine, leaving the taste on them. I lick mine unconsciously but get the flavor to spread through my mouth and make it require some more. At the sight of him hitting his bottom lip, I get an idea. "Wait here," I move away from him without getting in the way, and I leave the room to head towards mine, where my makeup is.

I hurry to grab a red lipstick and go back to him, but a voice from downstairs stops me. "Honey," my dad grasps my attention, so I look at him. "I'm going to clean the house, so I'm going to clean your bedroom and change your bed linen because I received the new ones, okay?"

"Okay, but you can just chill instead of working all the time," I remark, knowing he unable to stay home and do nothing. "I know," he smiles at me but heads to the kitchen, so I join Jungkook and sit on his lap again. "What did you do?" he takes a quick, curious look at the item I have in my hand, but I grin and remove the top. "I want to put it on your lips. It's an edible lipstick."

"An edible lipstick," he grimaces, hearing this for the first time. "Yes," I push it up and check how much time is left for him to be done with his game, his arms pulling me closer. I wait and rest my head on his shoulder, but I apply the lipstick on me first since this is my favorite. The color, the taste, and the smell.

"Dude..." he pivots the chair as the game is now over, and I put my eyes on the screen to see his score. "Thirty kills and six deaths? Are you serious?" I gape, but he proudly chuckles and lets go of the controller to put it on my thighs but hug me. "You're impressed, aren't you?"

"I'm pretty sure you were just lucky," my bitterness takes over me, and I ignore this humiliation to focus on his lips. "Sure, let's say it was some luck because you're better than me."

"Thank you," I appreciate his pity, but he giggles and stares down at my lips. "Don't move, okay?" I cup his chin, and he nods, so I keep my eyes on his thin and tempting lips while he's staring at me. I run the stick over his bottom lip first, going back and forth two times to make sure the color tints it. I pull it back. "Press your lips together," I show him what to do, and he mimics me, putting it on his upper one. Now, I use my finger to do it and make it even, smiling at how cute he is.

"I'm going to remove what could get on your teeth, so clasp my finger with your lips, okay?" I tell him, and he listens without being weirded out, so I stick my index finger in his mouth, and once his lips are wrapped around it, I pull it back to remove the excess.

Once I stop, his fingers stroke my thigh. "Am I pretty?" he beams, but I kiss him. "Yes, you're my pretty Jungkookie," I giggle but close the lipstick. "Well...if it's edible...we can try it, hm?"

"What if you don't like the taste?" I smile, teasing him as I can feel his hand go back and forth on the side of my thigh. "I don't know since I haven't tried it."

I smile but press a simple kiss on his lips. "That's not enough," he smiles, softly, in a flirty way, so I give in right away and join our lips, delicately to make it full of tease, he kisses me back, and I deeply dive into the pleasure of it.

We both keep it slow and passionate, tasting each other's lips, each other's mouth. Once he smiles against my skin, I skim the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip, but he moves forth to trap it between them both and take it further in his mouth, and we French kiss. While his mouth is overwhelming me with plenty of strong emotions, his hot hand slides up my thigh to squeeze the back of it, not being in contact with my skin because of my joggers. He swirls his tongue around mine, his heart beating hard and fast, I run my fingers through his hair but cannot keep my voice in at the arousal his tongue causes to me.

The kiss gets broken by the vibration of the controller on us, we both smile at each other, but he moves forth and leaves a kiss on my neck, before taking the controller and handing it to me. "Come on, your turn."

I grab it and play, praying for the game to be good and not end badly.

•••

4:30 pm.

"I should go now..." he stretches on the chair, flexing his thighs and crushing my butt with them. Once he relaxes his entire body, he lets out a moan and lays his eyes on me, telling me he did it on purpose.

"Why don't you stay?" I pout and put my arms around his neck, not wanting him to leave yet. "I'd rather not stay here for dinner, I can't face your father."

I gaze into his eyes, understanding why he's willing to go. "Just wait a little, the more he sees you, the better it will be," I try to reassure him about it, and he rubs my back, before pulling me in to hug me tighter. I bring my arms down to his waist, and I nestle my face in the crook of his neck to let him hold me. "Let's cuddle for some long minutes before I go."

"Yes," I make my clasp more snug and close my eyes. "Have you bought something for your father?" he runs his fingers through my hair, rotating the chair from left to right. "Yes, I bought him a new watch, some dress shirts, and a pair of sneakers."

"Wow, even your dad is pampered," he lets out but tucks some of my hair behind my ear. "He deserves it."

He presses a kiss on my forehead but wraps his arms around me and rests his head on mine. "You deserve a lot too."

"And you do too," I add to let him know and not forget it. "Not as much as you do," he brings one hand to my cheek to pinch it, but I smile and place mine over it. "Not true," I hurry to cover his mouth before he could reply, and I look at him. "You know I'm right."

He shakes his head but giggles against my hand, so I remove it and kiss his lips. "Let's not argue."

"Okay," he listens to me. "But I'm right," his cute laughter makes me giggle like a kid, and I put my arms around his neck to hug him.

20 minutes later...

"Keep your eyes closed, okay?" I tell Jungkook as I'm going downstairs with a bag, and he answers with a soft 'yes', waiting for me in front of the front door. Once I reach him, I take his right hand and hang the bag on it. "Here, you can open them."

I smile while staring at him, and his big eyes meet mine, those that now sparkle more than ever, he smiles at me but gazes down at the bag to look inside of it. He holds it with one hand and gets one item out.

A fragrance. "What's that?" he checks the other gifts, the shirts, a pair of wireless earphones and headphones, a new watch, and something that I made but feel shy about. "Wait, what's this?" he grins but keeps the small heart-shaped cushion in his hand, and I join my hands behind my back. "A hand warmer that I made this morning just for you...those are your Christmas gifts," I bite my lips, nervously, but he giggles. "Aw, baby. This is so cute," he takes me in his arms to hold me tight and kiss my ear. "I'm going to keep it with me all the time."

I beam out of since when I thought he would find it ridiculous, and he retreats to put the item inside the bag. "Thank you so much...but this is too much...I feel bad. I can't even buy you anything..."

"It's okay, don't worry," I do not feel sad or disappointed, noticing that he means it. "No, seriously...I feel spoiled...I don't even have one dollar to buy a gift..."

"What do you mean? Why don't you have any money left?" I worry about this, wondering why he does not even have some allowance. "I..." he glances down, toying with the bag. "My parents had a hard time again and couldn't pay the bills, so...I gave them the money I saved...I mean," he looks into my eyes, seeming uncomfortable about it. "I don't want you to feel like I'm complaining or anything, but yeah, I wish I could pamper you so much too."

"Pamper me with love, and I'll be the happiest," I smile and reassure him, stepping forth to kiss his lips. "Don't worry about anything, I love you, even if you can't buy me any gifts. Your love is way more precious to me."

"I love you..." he touches my jawline but pulls me to squeeze me in his clasp. "I love you more than anything."

I give a few pecks on one same spot on his cheek, and we both look at each other. "Will you be busy this weekend?"

"I won't, you can come," I answer without thinking twice, and he shows some joy. "Great, I'll call you. I hope you'll have a good meal, it smells good," he chuckles but makes me feel like I should do something. "What are you going to eat at your house?"

"I don't know yet," he does not tell me all the truth, sounding like he's hiding something. "And tomorrow? How will Christmas dinner be with your family?"

"Just simple, as usual," he shrugs, not letting go of me. "Okay then..." I step back but have an idea. "Wait here."