— One month later —

April 25th, 2024.

7:30 pm.

"Baby? I'm home," Jungkook steps into the house, his day at work finally over.

I roll onto the sofa, lie on my back, and wait for him to peek over the back of it. I drop my tablet on the end table behind my head, and Koya jumps off my lap to run over to Jungkook.

"Baby?" he asks for me, taking his jacket and shoes off. "Hm?" I smile and sit up, unable to wait any longer to see him. He hangs his jacket on the coat rack and gazes at me with a smile. "Hm? That's all I get?"

I laugh and nod, teasing him. "Oh, I see how it is," he picks Koya up to pet him, comes up to me, and drops him on the back of the sofa. He puts his hands down and leans over, staring into my eyes playfully. "You sure you don't wanna greet me in a better way?" he tightens his grip on the leather material, exposing his veiny forearms.

I get up on my knees and grab his tie, Koya landing next to me. I undo his tie, his tired eyes fixed on mine as I pretend not to know. I take the fabric off and keep it in my hand, leaning closer to him. My lips now only inches away from his, he brings his eyes down to them and smirks. "Are you being disrespectful to your boss again?" he whispers and glances back into my eyes, his breath warm against my skin.

I know he wants to kiss me but holds back to not be the first one to give in.

I confirm with a nod of my head. "Yeah?" he lowers his voice to what nearly sounds like a moan, giving me butterflies in my stomach. I bite my lips, toying with his tie in my hands. I can feel the tension building between us, neither of us wanting to make the first move.

I trail my eyes down, moving my fingers up to his chest to unbutton his shirt. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. I open one button at a time slowly, our breathing mingling. "I don't like that misbehavior," he speaks near my lips, his voice sounding deeper. "You're supposed to be a good girl. To greet me with a kiss and some respect."

"I am a good girl. Look, I'm undressing you. I cooked dinner for you," I say, feeling the heat between us growing stronger. "I'm even on my knees for you."

"Where's my kiss? Where's my 'Welcome home, Mister Jeon. I missed you so much'? I expect my girl to be on her knees in front of the door, ready to welcome me home properly," he grabs my wrist and pulls it down, taking the tie out of my hands. "Hm?" he does not smile, but his eyes are playfully demanding.

"You kinda make it hard to be good, though. Look at what you're doing right now, you're just encouraging me to misbehave," I grin and watch him crack a smile. He drops his eyes to my neck, licking his lips. He looks back into my eyes and tilts his head. "Are you sure? 'Cause that mark on your neck reminds me of the opposite."

"How so?" I reply playfully, pushing him to go further. "I only remember enjoy it and telling you not to be gentle."

He leans in closer, smirking and pushing his hips. "We don't remember the same then. I only remember a whiny, crying mess begging me to slow down."

I conceal my amusement and play along, knowing that the truth left his mouth. "Hm? Don't you remember that too?" he holds his hand under my chin, lifting it up. "Or were you too overwhelmed because you couldn't breathe?"

I narrow my eyes, fighting to keep up the facade of innocence as I respond, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course," he smiles and gives in to me, cupping my throat and kissing me. "I fucking hate you," he mutters under his breath and gives a squeeze before walking around the sofa. I sit down, staring at him joining me.

He sits down next to me and picks Koya up to put him down on the floor. He quickly lies down on his back and pulls me on top of him, embracing me. "Where are your pants?" he slaps my butt and sticks one arm under his head, getting comfortable.

"I spilled some juice on it and didn't want to go upstairs to grab a new pair," I reply, combing his hair back. "You're so lazy," he laughs and slides his hand up my side, holding me close to him. I smile and admire his handsome face, tracing my fingers along his jawline as we gaze into each other's eyes.

"How did it your day go?" I ask him, worried about the exhaustion visible on his face. "It was tiring. The intern is having a hard time catching up with everything, but I'm managing," he heaves a sigh, lifting his hand up to my hair. "I'm managing...You know I'm the best boss."

"Hm. I know. I can't wait to go back to work next week. I miss it," I admit. Working from home for a whole month was not as nice as I thought it would be. "Yeah, I know someone who'll be happy to see you back in the office," he says with some obvious jealousy, making it easy to know who this person is. "Really? Does someone miss me."

"Yes, but I'm gonna fire that guy. He'll miss you even more," he closes his eyes, needing some rest. I laugh and slap his chest. "No, you won't. Yohan is a good co-worker and employee."

He grimaces to show some disapproval. He turns his head towards me and opens his eyes, looking so out of energy. He pulls my hair behind my shoulder delicately and asks, "What did my girl cook for me today?"

"Some roasted chicken with your favorite sauce," I tell him. "And some chocolate cake for dessert."

His eyes shut, and he bites his lips. "You're the best girl. I take back what I said some minutes ago."

"Do you want me to bring you your meal here?" I lay my hand on his chest, and he smiles. "Yes, please, I'm starving."

I get off of him and head to the kitchen to get his meal ready. I check the dish that is already in the microwave and heat it up for a few seconds. Once it is done, I grab a fork and head back to him to serve him his meal. I wait for him to sit up and hand him his food. "Here, eat well."

"Thank you so much, baby," he kisses my lips and digs in right away.

— Next day —

April 26th, 2024.

6:50 am.

"Jungkook..." I wrap my arms around his waist from behind as he faces the front door to put his shoes on, holding him firmly and complaining in a husky, tired voice. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure you have to go to work today...?" I speak quietly to convey my sadness and loneliness, hoping to touch his heart as he prepares to leave. "Yes, baby. Don't do this to me. You know I can't stand it," he turns around, and without pulling my arms away, I lift my head to meet his gaze, our eyes locking in a deep connection. "Please...just a day off...I'm not feeling very well..."

"Promise you're not lying to me," he places one finger under my chin, staring deep enough into my soul to get the words out of my mouth. "I'm lying..." I hide my face in his chest, smelling his pleasing and enticing cologne. "I'll make you regret this once I'm back. I told you not to lie to me."

"But I want you to stay here with me...!" I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up, prompting him to catch me and hold me in his arms. A strong slap on my butt numbs it. "Don't you think you already hurt me enough last night?!" I glare at him.

"Hey. You're gonna lower your voice, little one," he calms me down with only a few words. "And I told you. Drink warm milk for your sore throat," he grabs me by my hips to attempt putting me back onto the floor; however, I keep my clasp tight around him. "Milk isn't enough."

"Let go, y/n," he pinches my waist, aiming for my weak spot, using what could make me lose. I don't care about what he's saying but remain in my position, not letting go of him. "I need your kisses to feel better."

"Hey!" he fights with me, struggling to push me away but giggling nervously. "Baby. Don't fucking play that game with me right now."

"That's for hurting my throat last night," I say, making him regret what he did.

He decides to use some force and shoves me into a wall violently. "You fucking deserve what I did to you. Now—" he grasps my arms with his tough hands, "You let go of me."

"No," I shake my head and argue with him.

"Listen," he sighs in my ear sharply. "If you don't get down on the floor, I fuck you hard against the wall till you collapse. Got it?"

I grin but draw my lips close to his ear, "That's exactly what I want right now. Sorry."

A smile spreads across his face as he realizes that I enjoy his dominance. "Alright then, no sex for a whole week," he puts one arm under my butt to heave me up. Not liking this consequence, I quickly jump back on the floor and release my hold. We both stare at each other in silence, the tension between us palpable.

He smirks at me and cups my throat with his veiny hand, leaning in to me. "Too late, baby," he forcefully pulls me in and presses his lips onto mine. "You better behave while I'm working. See you later, I love you," he lets go of me and walks out of the house.

I always find myself surrendering to him in the end.

•••

12 pm.

Lying down on the sofa and feeling bored while working on my sketches for Jungkook, I decide to grab my phone and get into my messages to text him. I send him a picture of my lower body with only my underwear on and my legs bent, without a caption, simply to tease him.

That's in response to what he did to my throat last night.

< What the fuck is that? ]

< You have no idea what's coming for you ]

Chuckling smugly at his reaction, I enjoy the attention I sought after.

[ I do know what's coming, that's why I did this >

< Shut up ]

[ my mouth is shut since I'm just writing >

< Stop playing it smart, I don't have time for a bratty little girl like you. Daddy got work to do ]

[ fine then >

I pretend not to care about it and wait for him to text me again, knowing he will.

I open my camera again and take another picture, pulling my top up to make sure he sees more skin. I send it to him, smiling in front of my screen.

< little shit ]

I grin and leave him alone. I drop my phone onto the coffee table, missing his presence. I dislike being alone with just Koya; I feel much better when Jungkook is around, when he is near me.

As I was about to leave the sofa, the doorbell rings. I heave a sigh and put my shorts back on, heading towards the front door. As I open it, I see somebody I am not supposed to be seeing.