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5:10 pm.

"We can keep our bags here, no one's gonna steal it anyway," she puts it on one of the benches between the lockers, and she takes her jacket off, so I do the same but hope she'll get changed in front of me. I drop my jacket on the bench, and I take my hoodie off, and I sneakily peek at her as her clothes are slowly leaving her and revealing her skin.

"I like this place a lot because it's warm as hell in here compared to the public ones," she says, probably not realizing I'm focusing on her. "True," I undo my belt, noticing her eyes go down to it. I grin at her. "What are you looking at?"

She glances up at me after getting caught, but she gives me an innocent smile and takes her sweater off. "Nothing...I just know what undoing your belt means usually," her naughtiness never disappears no matter what, and I chuckle but unzip my jeans. "Maybe that's what it means right now."

She reacts like I wanted her to and maintains eye contact, staying in her bra and leather pants. "Really?"

"I don't know...maybe...yes..." I chuckle internally but look down at my belt, toying with it nervously. "Then if that's a maybe, that's not a yes," she takes her pants off and disappoints me, but I get rid of mine as well. I know we won't swim innocently in the water, so I'm fine with it, I can wait for what's about to come.

I drop my pants on the same spot as I did for the other clothes, but I notice something from the corner of my eyes. She is naked, she leans forth to take her bikini, and she first puts the bottom on. "Stop staring," she throws a slap on my abs and pushes me away, but I laugh and get undressed too. I sit down and just look at her. "In the future, I want you to walk around our house, naked, in one of my t-shirts that I left on the bedroom floor after giving it to you all night long."

"Is that your goal in life?" she giggles but now puts the top of her bikini, and I nod. "It is."

"Well, I'll make it happen, don't worry," she grabs her bottle of shower gel and walks away, so I follow her to head to the showers. I do not hold back from touching her, I run my fingers through her hair and bring them down to her neck to cup the side of it, and I caress her skin.

We enter the showers, and we both take one together quickly, using the same shower gel. Y/n ties her hair to not be bothered by it, and we leave the bottle here to leave this room and get to the jacuzzi without a second thought. This room is undeniably beautiful and so cozy, the black and gray walls, the dim light over the wall with the dim neon lights on the ground. Damn, I feel so good here.

We both ignore the large swimming pool and enter the jacuzzi right next to it.

"Holy f—" I gasp at the heat of the water but dive in it right away, and y/n joins me. "Goddamned," I bite my lips, closing my eyes at how good this feels to be inside. "Do you like it?" she understands I'm comfortable in here, and she comes closer to get on my lap. "A lot."

"Good," she pecks my lips and wraps her arms around my neck to hug me, and I return it, but she stares at my features. A smile grows on her face, and she pulls my hair back. "You look even hotter with wet hair."

"I do?" I drop my attention on her lips. "Yes, you do."

"Then kiss me and do dirty things to me if I'm hot," I tempt her even more, but she shows some amusement and keeps on toying with my hair. She brings her face closer, the tip of her nose touching mine, I pass my hand over her thighs and listen to the relaxing sound of the water, but she tongues my lips, and I do it back to her, but she repeats this action and slides her tongue over mine before kissing me. I wrap my arms around her hips and kiss her back slowly, making it linger and fill us with passion and desire.

I caress her skin while carrying on, but she breaks the connection and drifts her mouth to my cheekbone, my jawline, going down to my neck and managing to make me keep my eyes closed without wanting to open them. I bite my lips but tilt my head to the side to expose more of my neck, and she stimulates this erogenous, sensitive area. One of my hands instinctively runs up her back, and I tangle my fingers in her hair, asking her to not stop as this intimacy that we haven't had in weeks easily turns me on.

"Babe..." I bend my head back, loving this to an incredible level. I move my hand through her hair but slightly pull on it, breathing harder. However, she stops and moves her head back, making us both look at each other. "Move up," she smiles and gets away from my lap, so I blindly do it, and she makes me sit on the edge, out of the warm water with only my calves inside.

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Unfortunately for me, her eyes catch sight of the item that I kept in my tight swimming trunks. "What's that?" she touches that spot but also brushes past my erection, and I pretend to not know. "That? I think it's my dick," I joke with her, but she laughs at my stupidity and gets the small wrapping out. "Are you planning to use it?" she holds the condom in her hand, staying between my legs. "Hm?"

"Hm...maybe..." my teeth squeeze my bottom lip, but she puts it aside, and she takes my cock out of my trunks. "When was the last time I've done that?" she gazes up into my eyes, her face giving me a difficult time to not be soft and hard at the same time. "I don't know. What's 'that'?"

"You know, that thing that I have to do with that long part of your body in my mouth?" she does not answer straightforwardly, and I scoff. "Oh, that thing," I act like I finally figured out. "Hm...It's been a while...and I miss it..."

"I miss it too," she leans forth to press her lips on my chest, staying on her knees to be on the comfortable seat inside the water. I never avert my eyes from her but enjoy every second, and I watch, feel her kiss her way down my torso with softness and tease. My hand goes on the side of her face to hold it, skimming my thumb over her warm cheek, as soon as her lips kiss the tip of my erect cock, she makes eye contact, and we both smile. Her soul sending me loads of words that I do not even need to hear to understand, she wraps her fingers around my member and gives me a handjob but moves up to kiss me at the same time.

We make out as if we couldn't get enough of each other after a long wait, and I do it fondly, feeling overwhelmed by her touch, her scent, her sweetness. She softly separates our lips, both getting heated, she looks at mine, and her luscious ones turn up as her hand is still going up and down. "Does it feel good?" her delicate voice asks me in a small tone, and I smile. "It does. Don't stop, baby."

She shows how satisfied she is, and she lowers her focus to my member, but she bends over and starts with the tip, taking it in her mouth and causing my lips to part. I flatten my hands on the floor, and I slightly lean back to enjoy this to the full. I revel in the sight of her lips stretching around my cock, and she bobs her head to take me deeper, go up, do it again, then repeat those actions unceasingly.

"You're doing so great, baby..." I do not keep quiet about it but make sure she knows it, and she uses her hand on one part to swirl her tongue around the tip and suck on it. I moan a bit too feebly at the sensations provoked by this, but I let her hear my voice. I know she likes it and gets turned on when I do it.

Once she hears how much I'm enjoying it, the speed accelerates, and so does my heartbeat and breathing. I pant, focusing on her only but getting distracted by the intense pleasure. Out of lack of air, she moves back and catches her breath, working her hand on my whole length to take a small break, and I look at her features. I lick my lips but push my inner cheek with my tongue, and she leans forth but swirls her tongue around the tip while looking into my eyes, getting a moan to run out of my mouth without expecting it. I cannot even control the expression of my face anymore, this feels so good that she's holding the reins of everything at this moment.

"Oh, baby," I thrust my hips as the frictions on the sensitive head aren't stopping, my breathing going insane and making me seek for new air. "It feels so fucking good—" an exhalation shudders through my voice to end in a whine, her warm tongue flicking on the slit as both of her hands are pleasing me. I throw my head back, and my toes curl against the seat, my head turning to the side as I do not know what my body is doing. "I'm gonna cum..." my muscles twitch once she takes the tip in her mouth, and she plays with it, teasing but making me lose my damn mind. My eyes close, and my mouth opens, my chin going lower as I can feel the orgasm run through my veins.

"F—Fuck..." escapes my parted lips, and I run my fingers through her hair to grab it. "I'm comin'—" my body spasms, all my muscles contracting as the intense pleasure is taking over me. She deepthroats my cock to take it down her throat, the tightness, the frictions heightening all the sensations. A short second later, I feel myself cum inside, pulling on her hair and thrusting my hips uncontrollably but getting weak while hitting a powerful climax, hearing her take everything even with the throaty sounds. "Ugh—" a groan gets dragged out of my mouth to end in a moan, and I shake under all the ecstasy, loving how good this feels to have my cum down her throat, my dick in her mouth, and to see how much she likes to suck it to please me.

I catch my breath as much as possible but feel the air tremble in my lungs, I open my eyes to gaze down at her but see her pull away, and some of my cum sticks to her skin and mine, getting a small amount of it to leak out of her mouth. She wipes it away with her fingers and licks it off after swallowing all that I gave her. She keeps one hand around my cock and pumps it, but she raises her teary eyes up and looks into mine.

She smiles at me, and I return it but feebly. "You were amazing, baby..." I breathe out but get my hands out of her hair, and I take a look at the condom. I grab it, open it, and put it on without waiting. So she stops, and I dive back in the water, I wipe her lips and kiss her, wrap my arms around her waist, and bring her closer to the edge where no seat can bother us. I peck her lips, my hands gripping her waist. "Turn around," I whisper against her lips, and she smiles but does as told.

I make sure that she's all right in this position, her arms resting on the floor, I keep my eyes on her face as she turned her head to the left, and I press a kiss on her shoulder but slide her fabric to the side, grab my cock, and I penetrate her from behind, slowly, pushing my hardness between her wet lips to be inside of her, and watching her react to it. Her eyes close, and she bites her lips but keeps her back arched in the perfect way. I smile at her expression but fill her up with my whole length and hold her by the hips.

"Do you like it?" I ask in her ear, keeping her close to me. "Yeah..." she nods but moves by herself, asking for me to thrust inside her. I do not say anything but let her push her hips back and forth while I'm gripping them, giving some small thrusts from time to time but drawing her in to make sure I go deep, as deep as I can when I'm sensitive.

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6:40 pm.

"Do you stay for the night?" she asks while moving up to the front door of her house, but I smile without answering her right away. "Do you want me to?"

"If you want to," she glances at me, the hood of her fluffy jacket making her look even more adorable and irresistible. "Okay then, I stay here for the night. My parents will understand anyway."

"Good, I'm happy then," she opens the door and walks in, so I follow her and close it behind us. We take our shoes and jacket off now that we're in the warmth, but her father appears, leaving the kitchen with a dishcloth in his hands. "Hey," she beams at him and gives him a hug to never change the habit, and he lands a kiss on the crown of her head. "Hey, how was your day, honey?"

"It was amazing, and it's not even over yet," she expresses a lot of joy that melts my heart, and she steps back but walks towards the kitchen, probably smelling the delicious scent of food as well. "What about you?"

"It was good too," he answers but lays his eyes on me, and I bow. "Good evening, Mister Sang," I look up at him, and he tucks one hand in a pocket of his trousers. "Good evening," he smiles at me, not feeling any loath towards me anymore. "Did you enjoy your time over there too?"

"I did," I nod, some shyness and nervousness taking over me at the sound of this question. If he knew what we did there, he would throw me out a window for sure. "Great," he does not ask anything more, to my greatest relief, he joins his daughter in the other room, and I follow them.

"Do you think I haven't seen you?" Mister Sang stands behind her and guards her body against the kitchen counter as she just pretended to not have eaten some of the sauce, and I smile once she turns around and nods. "You haven't."

"What's that then?" he points his finger at one corner of her mouth, even though nothing is there, and she wipes it. "I don't know."

"Sure. You don't know," he grins at her cuteness but steps away. He opens a cabinet, and I and y/n both make eye contact as I sat down on one of the chairs around the table. She licks her lips but walks up to me to end on my lap. "Do you want a cup of the sauce too, Jungkook? It's the bolognese one I cooked last time you were here."

"Yes, please. It was really good," I do not refuse since I'm starving, and he fills two cups with the preparation for us. Since I'm less shy around him about the relationship between y/n and I, I wrap my arms around her hips and gaze up at her as she's focused on what her dad is doing.

"Here you are," he comes back with them and forces me to avert my eyes from her, he hands her one cup, and gives me the other, so I take it and thank him. "What are you going to cook with this?" she takes a spoon of it as he went back to the stove. "Meatballs and spaghetti since you both like it a lot when I cook that, you'll eat together."

Wait. What does that mean?

"What? Why?" she reacts the same way as I did, and we both stare at him in a questioning manner. "Today is Valentine's day. I'll cook for you as if you were at a restaurant, I'll get everything ready for you," he hides his smile but makes me feel touched by the attention. I can't believe he thought about doing this just for us.

"Hey...you didn't have to do that," she puts her cup down and goes back to him, and she gives him a hug. "Thank you, but what about you? I don't want you to eat all alone."

"I already ate, honey. Don't worry. I'll get in my office and work," he reassures her. "Just tell me when you're hungry, and I'll cook."

"We're both starving," she answers for us, and he glances at her before directing his eyes towards me. "Should I cook now?"

I nod, and she does the same. "Okay, leave your cups here then and get in your bedroom, I'm getting everything ready on the table," this amazing father tells us to do, but y/n stands on her tiptoes and press her lips on his jawline, unable to go higher. "I love you, papa," she squeezes his robust figure in her arms before stepping back. "I love you too, honey," he beams, his delight showing obviously. I cannot hide the softness inside of me, their relationship makes me happy since I know how important it is for the both of them, and how great he is as a father for her.

Y/n walks back towards me as I rose from my chair, and she grabs my hand to drift me towards the stairs and climb them up together. We don't say a word but get into her bedroom, and she closes the door behind us, so I drop my body on her giant bed to land on my flat.

No time to relax, she jumps like a crazy girl and ends on me with her entire body, getting me to groan to make her hear my pain. "Hey...let me chill a bit, girl. You drained me."

"I drained you?" she keeps her hands on my shoulders, speaking in my ear but effortlessly putting a smile on my face. "How did I do that?"

I grin but open my eyes. "You sucked my soul out," I chuckle like an immature kid but hear her laugh too. "Oh, I'm sorry. I won't do it ag—"

"No, you can do it again," I roll on my back but take her on me. "I knew it," she does not hide her awareness, and she grabs my hands to intertwine our fingers, sitting astride my lower abdomen. "Can I tell you something?" I hold her hands, softly keeping them tangled together. She nods to me, so I let it out. "I never had sex in a jacuzzi, but that was amazing to do it with you."

"Hmm..." she takes this confession without knowing how to answer, but I giggle and notice her smile grow bigger. "I never did it either, but I liked it too."

"And that position?" I ask, wondering if she liked it that way. She slowly shakes her head up and down, and her answer reveals what I also have in my mind about this topic. "I liked it a lot."

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" the questions cannot stop leaving me as my insecurities are engulfing me. "You were perfectly rough," she laughs but leans in and wraps her arms around my body. "Good. It's noted."

Her soft lips leave a kiss on my neck, and mine curve up. My arms encircle her neck, and I squeeze her in my clasp to press a kiss on her forehead. "I can't believe your dad organized a romantic dinner for us."

"He's the best," she states facts, remaining calm in my arms. I do not contradict those words, I stay quiet and rub one hand on her back. There is still the gift to give her but which I'm too shy to give. I need to be brave and confident.

"Wait a second, I need to do something," I kindly lay her down on the bed, and I stand up but head to my school bag that I left here. I squat down in front of it and open the zipper, but she asks for me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm checking something," I nervously reply but reach out for the small box that I decorated. I spent a whole week on this, I truly hope she won't find this ridiculous. I took time to paint this wooden box in red, find a cute red ribbon to wrap it with it, and tie a bow, I filled the inside with rose petals and the gifts, so I feel extremely nervous. I bite my lips while holding it in the bag, feeling like a kid.

Not willing to stay here, in this position for hours, I decide to gather up my courage and stand with the red box in my hand, I turn around but conceal it behind my back. "Close your eyes."

She gazes up at me. "Are you gonna throw something at my face?" she gets suspicious, and I chuckle but shake my head. "No, idiot. Just close them."

She eventually does as told and covers her eyes with her hands, so I join her again and sit by her side. I lay the box on her lap. "Here," I permit her to take a look at it, and she opens her eyes to catch sight of the gift. A smile appears on her face instantly, and she touches it, before putting her eyes on me. "What is it?"

"I don't know, open it," I shrug, grinning like a stupid kid who cannot handle the pressure. She smiles but undoes the bow, and she reveals the inside. "There is..." I clear my throat and point my finger at each item. "A tiny message bottle that I made. A heart and Pikachu's face that I carved out of soap. Then...a box of chocolate...polaroid pictures of us...a ring that I made with pink beads...because I know you like cute stuff, and it's a bit trendy lately...then a letter," I peek up at her to check on her reaction.

"Aw, Jungkook," she expresses some joy and softness, and we both make eye contact as I'm overheating. I lick my lips nervously, but she beams at me and makes my heart race. "This is so cute and special..." she looks back at everything inside the box, and I run my fingers through my hair, not knowing what to do. "I love you," she gives me a kiss on the lips and focuses on all the handmade gifts.

"This is so well done, how did you do that?" she picks up the pink soap shaped in a heart, and I do not lie. "Well...I'd rather not say how many soap bars I had to buy to do that. I failed so many times, hurt myself with the knife, and made horrible-looking shapes that I used to wash my hands at my house," I tell her with embarrassment, but she pouts. "Is that why you had that bandage around your fingers? You said you cut yourself while cooking..."

"I had to lie, I never cook, you should have known," I giggle but receive a small slap on the arm. "Don't do something dangerous for me again, okay?"

"Hm..." I stare into her eyes without answering clearly, so she leans closer, "Okay?" and makes me laugh, shyly. "Okay, baby."

"Thank you," she smiles but takes a closer look at the other items, and I make sure to point something out before she could pick that one I do not want her to open yet. "Uhm. That letter though...wait for me to be home to read it, all right?"

"Why?" she does not understand the anxiousness inside of me. "I...I'm embarrassed because it's cheesy as hell, but that's just my feelings and how you make me feel, so I'd rather you read it when I'm gone."

"All right, baby boy," she laughs at me like a rude girl but offers me some relief. She grabs the one that I feel the most shy about, the tiny message in a bottle, she puts the small note into clear sight and reads it, already smiling at the Pokemon ball inside.

'I pikachoose you.'

She giggles at it, making the heat of my body shoot up and spread some warmth through my face. "This is so cute," she loves it like I wished her to, and I remain quiet. I watch her scrutinize every gift, checking up on her expression every second but beaming at her. "I'm going to wear this ring all the time," she puts it around her ring finger but places the box behind us. She comes closer and climbs on my lap, wraps her arms around my neck as I put mine around her hips, and she kisses my lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I sincerely respond with, my cheeks not cooling down. A fond smile grows on her face, and she leans in for a tight hug. "I need to give you yours," she stands up and moves up to her closet, opening the door to get inside and come back in a few seconds, with a box cutely wrapped up.

She sits on my lap again and hands me the gift, so I grab it and remove the wrapping, wondering what she could have gotten me.

"I hope you'll like it," she smiles at me, and I already know that I'm going to be happy once I see what it is. I open the box as quickly as I can, and I check all the items there are.

"Oh my—" I gasp and take the octopus plush toy out. "You bought it?!"

"I did, you've been talking about this thing for so long, I had to," she giggles but gazes at me with shiny eyes, and I play with it to see how it looks when I push it inside. This is exactly what I wanted, I'm so happy, I'm a real kid.

I keep it against me but grab the other cute things. "This..." I bite my lips and hold the pokeball, I turn it around and try to open it, and it does, but it's not empty, there is a Pikachu inside. It looks like the squishy one she has. "This is me. I picked the angry one because you say I'm always grumpy," my cute baby explains and makes this gift even more special. "I love this Pikachu even more. I'll keep it with me all the time," I leave it open and place it next to me. I'm so in love with her, I can't even handle the feeling in my chest.

"What is that?" I take the hearts that seem to be two small cushions, and she takes one. "I made them with the help of my father. There are hand warmers," she looks at me into the eyes as if she needed my reaction to know whether I like it or not, and I don't keep my words to myself. "Aw...baby. This is so adorable," I hold the both of them. "You just have to crack that thing inside, then you can use them again."

"This is so useful and cute, I'm going to use them a lot or just keep them in my pocket," I grin and express my delight, feeling touched by all those cute gifts. I look at the rest, loving each of them the same way. However, something catches my attention the most.

I take hold of the chocolate bar, and I gaze up at her, but she smiles, brightly. "This is for the chocolate bar I stole from you when you used to hate me," the end of her sentence breaks my heart, and I correct what I do not like to hear. "Hey, I never hated you. I just knew you were smarter than me, and I was bitter as hell," I chuckle, but find this adorable and so meaningful. Then I look at the small black, velvet box. I take it, hoping for the inside to reveal what I want.

I'm maybe hoping for too much, but let's pray.

I open the box, and what I prayed for appears within sight. A ring. A silver one.

"This is a promise ring..." she speaks in a quieter, softer voice. "I never buy this type of stuff to anyone unless they mean a lot to me, and that I want them to know. I never bought one for anyone other than my dad, to be honest with you. So, I want you to know that I love you, I truly love you more than anything, and I would never want to lose you...because I know how it feels when you're away from me, and this is painful as ever...I know I've made you go through a lot of pain...and I regret it...so now, I just want to make sure you know I love you, sincerely, and I trust you," her words are now more serious, and my eyes sting with some tears I was not supposed to feel. I take the ring without saying anything, and I wear it on my ring finger.

Then I put the whole box to the side, and I cup her face with my hands to join our lips and kiss her. I do it, passionately to give her all the love and sincerity I can, and I slide my hands down to wrap my arms around her body but feel hers encircle my neck. "I love you more than anything too, y/n. You make me feel good, special, and worth it. I cannot even explain how much I need you in my life."

Her lips curve up, forming a crescent shape that reflects happiness. "You're my pokemon, so we both stay together till the end, right? We cannot be separated," I tell her in a low voice, and she softly laughs close to my lips. "You are right. Don't ever leave your Pikachu alone, please," she inches closer and squeezes me in her clasp.

I love her so much. She means the world to me, and I will never let anything that could hurt us happen again. I cannot lose her, we both need each other, and I do not see myself without her in my life, not at all.

She's there for me as much as I am for her, so she's all I need. I'm happy with her, she's happy with me and her dad, that means the world to me, and there's nothing more that I wish for.

The end.