"Okay then..." I step back but have an idea. "Wait here," I run back to my bedroom to be fast, and I look into my stuff to find my wallet, get one of my credit cards out, and rush back towards him.

I jump on the floor once I'm at his level, and I put my card in one of his pockets. "Here, go shopping with your parents or pamper them, I'm gonna transfer some more—"

"No," he interrupts me and tries to take the card out of this pocket, but I stop him before he could. "Don't you dare. You take that, Jungkook. I can have all the money that I want so stop already. Just take it, please."

"Baby...I can't, I won't be able to use it," he shakes his head, acting like it's a big deal. I sigh, feeling annoyed. "Come on. It's a gift, so you have to accept it."

"I accept it, but I can't use it...I'm serious," he bites his lips, but I don't give up. I stand on my tiptoes and cup his face with my hands, I peck his lips, close the zipper of his jacket, and step towards the door to open it. "See you, I love you, and pamper your family and yourself with the money, otherwise I come to your house with a lot of food and gifts," I grab his hand and make him go before he could try to give me back the card. "I love you," I smile at him, seeing him not comply.

He breathes out but steps outside. "I love you too, baby, have a good time with your dad and eat well," he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb, the cold blowing hard on me. "Enjoy your time with your family too," I return the care, and he steps back to let go. "See you," he repeats, and I do so, both having a hard time to say goodbye.

Once he goes towards the gate and passes by it, he turns around, and we wave at each other, then he disappears, and the gate closes, so I shut the door to not let any more cold enter the house.

Now that he's gone, I walk up towards my dad who's still mad at Jungkook. I back hug him and squeeze his tall, muscular body. "My grumpy daddy," I pinch his sides to make him twitch. "I'm not grumpy," he cooks without stopping but standing still. "Yes, you are, Mister," I step to the side to look at him, and he turns his head towards me. "I'm not," he gives me a tender smile, so I return it. "You can't lie to me. You're bad at that."

"Hey," he wraps one of his strong arms around my neck and pulls me in a hug. "I'm not grumpy, angry, or anything like that. All right?" he states anew in a soft voice, so I embrace his body and nod. "Okay. I believe you."

His lips press a kiss on my forehead, but he lets go of me to focus back on the food. "I gave my credit card to Jungkook, okay? His parents don't have enough money to buy gifts and food for Christmas, so I did it."

His reaction does not exude anything positive as he must still be thinking about what I said earlier. "You should not do that, y/n. It's dangerous."

"I trust him," I reassure him, even though I know nothing could right now. "Yeah...but I'm going to remove some of the money, there is way too much on your acc—"

"No," I cut him off without willing to be rude, and I wrap my arms around his right one. "Let him show you that we can trust him. He's a good person, he just made a mistake like I did..."

He exhales heavily and looks away, avoiding my eyes again because the topic does not please him. I don't talk more about this since he will not get over it soon, and I step back.

— One month later —

Friday, February 14, 2020.

8:10 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Hey," I sit down next to Hajoon on a bench, feeling nervous about today after what I've just done. "So?" he chuckles, knowing what this means for me. "They took my demand, I just wonder what y/n is gonna think," I yawn without any warning but cover my mouth. "I hope she'll love it," I comb my hair back, impatiently waiting for her to come. "And the gift as well."

"What's the gift?" he does not keep his curiosity to himself. "I won't tell you, dude. You can never keep your mouth shut," I refuse to spill the beans since I know how much of a snitch he is, but he huffs and glances away. "Asshole," the harshness escapes him, but he changes of behavior once he catches sight of someone. "Hey!" he yells at my baby.

"Hey," she smiles at him but sits down on my lap, so I touch her cheek and draw her closer to kiss her lips. "Happy Valentine's day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's day," she says with a soft smile, and I hold her in my arms. "I hate this day for this exact reason..." Hajoon sighs and glances away from us, some jealousy spreading through him. Y/n grins at him but lays her eyes on me, and once we make eye contact, she leans forth and puts her arms around my neck. "Did you have a good night?"

"I did, and you?" I rub her back with my hand, but she presses a kiss on my cheek. "I did too. My dad cooked pancakes today, I started my day well."

"I'm glad to know you ate well," I tell her how relieved it makes me since her health is important to me, but she gazes at me. "What about you? What did you eat?"

"Cereal," I smile at the difference between us, and she does so. "You come to my house today?" her fingers run through my hair in the back of my head, and I nod. "I haven't for a week, so I'll definitely come, baby."

"I'm happy then," she rests her head on my shoulder, and I slide my hand over her side to keep it on her waist. She does not move or anything, she purses her lips and leaves a soft kiss on my neck, putting a smile on my face when I should not do it in front of everyone.

"Dude," Hajoon bursts into laughter while looking at his phone, but he gets both of our attention. "Taeyeong told me he can't come because of an emergency, but he put the poop emoji," this stupid boy wheezes over something immature, but I cannot hold back from grinning. "You're dumb. I swear," I shake my head but feel y/n chuckle in the crook of my neck.

"Damn, I can't even imagine if he had a girl waiting here for him," he types on his screen to answer him and cannot get over it. "I'm gonna tell Miss Lee he couldn't be here because he had to poop. I need revenge after what he's done to me the other day."

"Don't do that, it's mean as fuck," I tell him, hoping for him to joke. "I won't...I'm not that much of an asshole."

"I doubted for a few seconds," I lick my lips, provoking him. He throws a judging look at me, before focusing on his phone again.

•••

11:45 am.

"Make sure to keep this in mind, all right?" the teacher advises us, and we all nod in agreement. "Good, let's—" he gets interrupted by someone knocking on the door, and my nervousness rises once I think about what this might be.

I toy with my pencil but watch Mister Kwang let the person in, and as soon as the student steps inside, everyone in the room reacts loudly to it. I bite on my inner cheek but hold back from looking at y/n, who is right next to me.

"Good morning, Mister Kwang. I'm here to hand out the roses of the day," he bows and smiles, holding a few of those in his arms. "Go ahead," he permits him to do it, and the boy takes a look at the name written on small pieces of paper, one by one. The first name is Aeri, then Eunji, and finally, my baby.

However, she does not receive one as expected, but two roses. A red one that is from me, and a yellow one, which I assume to be from Haneul.

He places them in front of her, and we both look at each other but smile like idiots. "Have a good day, Mister Kwang," he bows again to leave the room, and he closes the door behind him, and the teacher goes back to his lesson without letting this distract us. I bring my hand up to my head while resting my elbows on the desk, and I set my eyes on y/n. We both burst into laughter in a quiet manner without knowing why, but she punches my arm and looks down at her book as if she was shy about the roses, so my right hand follows her smaller one, and I intertwine our fingers to bring it to my mouth, I press a kiss on the back of her hand in a discreet manner, and I hold it, loving how comforting her touch can be. 

I caress her skin with my thumb, listening to the teacher but keeping her hand in mine. She does the same to me, but she plays and puts one leg in front of my right one, getting more of my attention. I look at her but trap her feet with mine in order to remind her she better not try anything now, and she just smiles.

I need to focus otherwise I'll fail again because of this little brat.

•••

4 pm.

"See you on Monday," I tell goodbye to my best friends and enter the car to join y/n. I place my bag on my lap and put my seat belt on, peeking at my girl who has her two roses on her thighs. "A little princess," I tease her, but she giggles and cannot handle the compliment. "Shut up. I just received two roses, not twenty."

"Well, isn't this red one the most meaningful? Would you need more of them?" I ask but see her shake her head, the car now moving as Alex turned the ignition on. "It's the most meaningful and precious one. I don't need more."

"Good then, I'm relieved," I smile but check my watch. "Is your dad home yet?"

"No, why?" she dares to question me about it, but I pretend to be innocent and clear my throat. "Just to know," I shrug, but she hums at me. "Sure. Just to know."

I smile but set my eyes on her. I wish Alex could put earplugs on and not hear me so that I could say what I want. We both stare at each other, knowing what I meant by my question, but I glance away to not laugh like a stupid guy in front of Alex. I pull my hair back and wait for the ride to come to an end.

30 minutes later...

Y/n goes out of the bathroom after taking a shower and getting into comfortable clothes, so I take my eyes off of my phone and look at her. "Where is the lingerie for your boyfriend?" I tease her and drop my phone on the bed to focus on her. "What if I say that I'm not wearing anything under that?"

I look her up and down, thinking about her naked under that oversized sweater. "Come here, I need proof," I sit up and ask her to get closer, and she does it but bends over me to top me. "That's not true. You're dirty."

I smile but take her in my arms to pull her close and kiss her lips. "If we were both in our house together, tonight would have been very exhausting for you," I lie down and let her body on mine. "Ah yeah? And why? We would have played all night long on my gaming chair?"

"Hmm..." I rub her back but gaze at her lips that I want between mine. "Depends what you mean by 'played'."

"And what do you think about when I tell you that I want to play with you?" her index finger passes over my lips, but I stick my tongue out to touch it with the tip of my tongue and clasp it with my lips. "That you want to tease and tempt me."

"You're the one teasing with that naughty mouth of yours right now," she makes me the bad guy for flirting when she's doing the same, but I smile and move my head forth to lock our lips, and my hands travel down her back, grabbing the bottom of her clothing to run my fingers underneath and have my skin against hers. "Do you like this type of game?" I smile against her lips but grab her by the waist to heave her up and roll onto the sheets, ending on top of her. "I do."

"I know you do," I smirk and keep the bottom of her sweater at the level of her breasts, I press my lips on her neck, kissing it with my tongue, my teeth to leave a hickey on her skin, and she wraps her arms around my neck, encircling my waist with her legs to ask for more. I smile uncontrollably but give a thrust. "Your dad comes home in thirty minutes, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," she feebly answers me. "We should go to my house. My parents won't be home before eight," I force myself to stand up. "Put some pants on."

She does as told and gets up to move towards her closet and grab a pair of leather pants. She puts it on in no time, and I giggle uncontrollably, before taking her hand in mine. "Let's go," I lead her to the door, but she stops me. "Wait," she rushes back to the bed and takes hold of my phone that I almost forgot. "You left your life in my bed?" she jokes with me, but I pull on her arm and position her in front of me. "My life is holding my hand right now," I cringe at myself, but she turns around and slaps my chest, giggling the same way I do. "That's so cheesy, you sweet talker."

I laugh but cup her face to press my lips on her soft ones. "Shh, just go out," I give a slap to her butt, and she listens. She leaves the bedroom, and we both get out of the house in short seconds, but we decide to walk together in the snow and have some time away from school and our houses. However, I keep her hand in mine since it's cold.

"Why do your parents come home so late?" she asks me, swaddled in her big scarf and fluffy jacket. "They have a romantic rendezvous," I chuckle, knowing how much my dad hates restaurants but still invited my mom to one because she always wanted to go there. "Aw, that's cute."

"Yeah," I agree but feel like I should have done more, even though I haven't given her the gift I bought yet. "About the roses though..." I put this forth again, willing to know who gave her that other one. "Is Haneul the one who gave you that yellow one?" I peek at her, hoping for her to not perceive my jealousy. "Yes, why?"

"Just to make sure," I shrug, feigning simple curiosity. "Hm. Just to make sure you say. Am I supposed to believe you?" he swings our arms back and forth, but I grin without looking at her. "You have to believe me."

"Ah, ok then," she plays along but makes me titter, and I lift our hands up to my mouth to press a soft kiss on the back of hers, and I put her hand in the pocket of my leather jacket. "Have you had nightmares these last days?"

"Not that much, I'm pretty fine lately," her answer brings a lot of solace, happy to know that everything seems a bit better lately. I smile and keep my eyes on her. "Wait, I have an idea," her sudden joy melts my heart, and I listen. "My dad owns a place with a private swimming pool and jacuzzi, don't you want to go and spend some time there?"

"We will have a jacuzzi and swimming pool for us only?" I cannot keep my excitement to myself, and she nods, filling me with eagerness. "Holy crap. Let's get to your house, mine to take our stuff and go there."

"Ok," she giggles, and we retrace our steps.