"Do the same to me and only after this, I'll believe you."

Is he kidding me? I don't kiss boys just like that. I'm blushing terribly hard right now. Even if I wouldn't mind touching those cute cheeks of him with my lips, I can't.

"Wh—what? But...it's too much," I refuse at first. "Alright. I know you're just lying then," he turns around to get on the sofa, but I grab his wrist and hurry to push my lips against his cheek.

Dammit. I aimed that spot, but I'm too small, and when I got on my tiptoes, I just reached and kissed his jawline.

Never my cheeks were that hot in my life. A smile now grows on his face after my action. We're both staring into each other's eyes, deeply. Did I just make him beam? I'm the reason of this happy facial expression?

"I couldn't stop thinking you don't like me after what your brother told me," he speaks, softly stepping closer to me. "I don't dislike you. Don't believe in anything he says..."

"Did you tell him something? He came back on Friday, all worked up and ordered me to not talk to you anymore."

"I just asked him what was your taste and all," I glance away, hating to show that I care for him. "I thought you weren't interested in my life...uh?" he smirks, pointing out the fact that I'm indeed interested in him.

"I just wanted to get something in return...nothing else..." I use as a pretext to hide the truth, which is not as easy as this seems. "Do you maybe...care about me?" he tilts his head and teases me, he knows when I lie. "I...just thought this would have been nice to do that..."

"So you wanted to make me happy?" he approaches his face from mine that I try to maintain the further I can away. "Just...to be kind..." I move back, but he places his hand on my waist and pulls me closer. "I think you're slowly showing your true self, the one you're hiding behind that fake and pretended rudeness."

"I'm not acting."

"I know you're a shy person and that you act rude for some reason that I can't figure out yet but soon will," his lips curve upwards a bit more widely. Our bodies are touching, but I'm in a hot mess that burns my veins with stress.

"Can you let go? Eat the food before it cools down..." I drive the situation into something that could help me to get out of this intense nervousness. "I want another kiss first," he pokes his cheek to make it obvious. I don't retort but do it to make this end. He reacts with the same gesture in return, before stepping away and letting me breath.

"Let's eat together, you'll clean later," he grabs the food in his arms to get to the sofa. "No...I don't eat that..."

"You have to make it up for Friday, so do what I'm asking for...." he puts the boxes of pizza and meat, as well as the package of candy on the coffee table and sits down on the parquet floor. "I did. The food is the compensation."

"Uhm....Yes, but," he grimaces with extreme cuteness. "No," he beams, brightly. He raises his hand up in my direction and gestures me with his long finger to come. "Come, baby."

Baby?

"Sorry? How did you just call me?" I raise my eyebrows with the shock that my whole body received a second ago. "That just left my mouth like that," a smirk forms on his face. "Just forget it and come here, my strawberry."

"Don't use that word again," I still cowardly get on that spot right beside him, to sit down and hate myself for being that weak. "We'll eat the melon as a dessert," he plans without even asking about my opinion. "Unless you want something else for dessert, if you know what I mean," he leans closer to me with his dirty face. The same exact one than the emoji he kept on sending last time.

"No. I don't, and don't want to get just an idea of what you mean," I stare at him seriously. The problem is that I think I know what he means. "Are you sure? I can give you a hint if you want."

"No, thanks. Don't force me to walk out of the house, Jungkook," I threaten to do, which will maybe make him think twice. "It's something that I'm sure you never tasted, at least mine, which would be the best flavor on this earth, trust me."

I can't believe he dared to say that.

"Do you want me to really hate you?" I raise my voice at him. That's the response of my brain every time the embarrassment is taking over my body. "Fine...!" he moves back, holding his two hands in front of him like a man trying to act innocent. "I was just talking about my lips...!"

"Jeez..." I roll my eyes. "You're so dirty-minded..." he raises an eyebrow, and a smug smirk grows on his arrogant face.

"Shu-" I keep it inside. "Eat and stuff that dirty mouth of yours with food instead of letting dirt go out of it," I lean back on the front of the soda and just observe him opening the box of the pizza to check the one I picked. "Cheese and pepperoni?! Damn, that's a good choice!"

He takes one piece of it and stuffs his big mouth with almost the entire thing. Was he hungry? Because it looks like it.

He suddenly turns around as I was watching him and heads the piece of pizza, into which he bit, towards my mouth. "Try it."

"No...I don't want to eat that..." I look away, preventing the snack from getting on my lips. "Why...? And you better not answer me with your 'I'm on a diet', or else I shove it down your throat."

"I know the taste of this thing, so no thanks," I refuse and give him a false pretext to not eat."Don't make me get this inside of your trap by force, my little strawberry," he uses a different but cute tone to speak to me, leaning even closer with one arm behind me and his face at just an inch away from my timid one.

"I know you want it," he pronounces into my ear, giving me some damn tingles. "Look at that melting cheese, that red sauce and those slices of salami, I know it's making your mouth water, hm?"

Why is he torturing me with so much pleasure? Dammit. "You know how damn good it is, don't refuse this, it's too delicious."

"You like doing that to me, evil?" I glare at him, who's just at one hair from touching my lips with his tempting ones. "Yes, come on, open your mouth for me," he drops his eyes on my lips and mischievously smirks. "I don't want to put that thing in my body," I assert myself clearly, not willing to comply. "Alright, should I put it inside of you by myself?"

"Do not even try," I warn and forbade him to even think about doing something. "Part those freaking pretty lips then, and you bite into this thing, before I force you."

I'm sick of arguing, so I just open my mouth and eat that pizza that I hate. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Yes, it was! You're so much of a kid...!" I complain while chewing on the food. "But you like it so stop already, you little whiny kid," he gives a little hit to the back of my head and retreats to end the piece of pizza and get another one.

"I'm not a kid, and no I don't like it," I continue to not let him have the last word. "Yes, you are, and yes, you do," he contradicts me, knowing how much it gets me out of my mind when someone does this. "Eat and shut up."

"Ya. What's that way of speaking to an older man? Hm?" he approaches his face and gives me his threatening look, with his big eyes that he opens even wider to tease me like an adorable baby boy.

"I do what I want," I defy the strong man, loving to do it. "You're a bad girl, and ill-mannered ones like you should be corrected," he gives me a chuck under the chin. "Stop with the cringy words, gosh..."

"Oh lord...I should simmer you down a little bit."

"Can you just look at your pizza, eat it, and leave me alone? That's all I'm asking for."

"But I'm asking for something too, and you don't give it to me..." he shoots back just to keep on talking and annoy me. "And what the hell do you want?"

He moves his hand up and points his finger in my direction, without any sound coming out of his mouth full of the fat snack. Why is that dirty finger indicating me? "Excuse me? What does that mean?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the corner of his lips turns up in a smug manner. I grab the part of his body that points at me, and I put it down. "That's disrespectful, for your information."

"But you're impolite as well, for your information, my dear Y/N," he fights with what he can. "But...I have good reasons for it..."

"No, you don't."

"Your pizza is going to be cold," I change the subject like an idiot who does not know what wise to do to drift his attention away. "I can warm it up, it's not a problem," he slides his body onto the floor to bring his tough one close to mine, and he puts his arm around my neck. "I woke up earlier for you to have it warm, and you don't even care..." I use as a way of making him feel guilty and maybe stop bothering me.

"Are you trying to get me by the emotions? Just for me to say 'Oh, she's so sweet, waking up earlier in the morning to buy me a fresh pizza, warm and ready to eat, just to please me' hm?" he pinches my cheek, softly. "It's true...! I didn't want to bring cold food..." I nervously smile, realizing how much I took care of being on time just for a man that I pretend not to care about.

"You're so cute, thinking about me like that. I knew you had me on your mind all the time," he pecks my cheekbone and finally removes his arms from me to eat.

When is it going to stop making my heart flutter?

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"I have to go now, see you in two days," I grab my handbag. "Wait, put that down," he seizes my purse and gets it back on the floor to take both of my hands in his.

"I want a kiss before you leave," he smiles and pulls me closer by exerting force on my arms.

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