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

"You already got two. I'm not going to give you what you want that easily," I grin, trying to resist and not give in. "Hm...Please...." he purses his lower lip out and makes a pouty, adorable face that no normal human would be able to not succumb to. "No. Not that sad puppy face. That won't work."

He makes another whiny noise and gets my arms around his waist to press our bodies against each other.

"I'm too small, so I can't. Now, let me go I have to go pick my brother up," I find the best excuse possible to set me free, but he brings his body lower to have his face in front of mine. "I'm not too tall anymore."

I drift my eyes somewhere else but give up and decide to press my lips on his cheek, briefly, but when I thought I would be able to get away, he hurries his arms around my figure and gets back in a normal posture to lift me up in the air, making it impossible for me to escape now that my feet are not touching the floor anymore.

This is making my heart pound. Being squeezed against him, feeling his tough body press onto mine. This is pleasant.

"Put me down, I don't have time," I complain and wriggle to get out of his strong clasp. "Let me tell you goodbye," he cups the nape of my neck and applies pressure on it to shower my face with kisses and bear hug me as if it was the last time.

"What the hell is happening with you?" I uncontrollably giggle at all the endearments and sweet touches that are provoking more than some tingles. "I can't tell you, but I just don't want you to leave," he shows me a fond and broad smile.

"Come on, I'm going to be late..." I tell him, no matter how much I love this.

Knowing I have to leave, he puts me down but keeps his muscular arms around my waist.

"Can you come tomorrow? Please," he stares into my eyes with his hypnotizing ones that always get me. "Why? I only work every other day," I place my hands on his biceps. "I want to see you. I'll give you the same amount of money that your brother does when you work if you want."

"Don't pay me, that will be weird. I won't come to see you just for money," I shake my head, and some joy brightens his features. "So that means you accept?" he asks me. "Yes," I smile.

"Perfect," some happiness shows on his face, and he pecks my cheek before releasing his clasp. "See you tomorrow," I tell him goodbye.

"See you, and be ready to receive my texts because I hate being alone without you here. And thank you for the food," he smiles.

I cannot hold back from doing the same, but I walk out of the house to go away and head to my brother's school.

- Next day -

"Finally! I've been waiting for you since I woke up," he yanks on my arm and propels me against his body like a doll. "Hey!" I complain about the impact that caused me some pain. "What?"

"Can you be more gentle? Your body is..." I think twice before saying what I have on my mind. "It's very...tough, so it hurts!"

"My body is hard? Hm?" he pronounces what I avoided to say, and I chuckle, nervously. "Yeah, sure."

"Come with me, we're going to play," he grabs my hand and drags me to the sofa to make me sit there. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"No, I don't ever have breakfast," I tell him the truth. "That's unhealthy, you know?" he remarks and walks to the kitchen, but once he faces the oven, he gets something out of it.

He comes back with a plate on which a giant cake is laid, and he lets his body fall on my left to put the baked food down on the coffee table. "What's this?"

"A cake," he makes fun of me. "Oh really? I didn't notice," I sarcastically utter. "Stupid question, stupid answer," he smirks at my face and makes a dumb grimace.

"Tell me what's the flavor," I give a blow to his shoulder and push him.

He answers me but mumbles his word, making it hard to understand him. "What?" I frown, and he suddenly leans towards me. "Coconut!"

I slap his arm and cover my ear with my hand. "Are you damn dumb? Why the hell would you yell like that in my ear?!"

"Because you're goddam deaf, and you always make me repeat myself," he pisses me off with an attitude, and I scoff. "If only I could mute you," he adds fuel to the fire.

"If only I could kill you," I throw back at him, and he darts his eyes up to mine. "That's fucking mean."

"I don't care," I shrug and smirk at him. "Are you going to be kind and even get your attention on what I made with my heart just for you, and which took me more than two hours?" he does not argue anymore but becomes soft.

I put my eyes on the pretty and mouthwatering cake. It smells terribly delicious, and I am sure this must taste very good.

"You baked it?" I ask, calming down. "Yes, are you at least going to taste it?"

"Yes..." I nod and smile.

He stands up and passes in front of me to go back to the kitchen, and I assume, take a knife and what is needed to eat.

After short seconds, he comes back and sits down next to me, and he serves me first without taking a piece of it for himself.

"Eat it too. You baked it.." I tell him, not willing to feed my stomach and not share this with him. "I want to know what you think about it first."

"Are you sure there's just coconut inside of this?" I ask a question, suspecting something weird. "Yeah, and the ingredients that a normal cake needs to be baked."

"Why do you want me to take the first bite?" I insist. For some reason, I cannot trust him.

"Well, I want to have your opinion," he shrugs, not seeming nervous at all. "Jungkook, did you put some disgusting stuff inside?"

He frowns his eyebrows, probably not understanding I am believing so. "What? What do you mean? Your brother told me that coconut cake and almond ones were one of your favorites, so I baked it," he expresses some confusion. "Are you trying to poison me?"

"What? The fuck do you mean?" he cannot take my assumption seriously, but I put my dish down. "Eat first then."

"You can't be serious," he takes a piece of the cake and bites into it to show me this is safe and that I am just paranoid.

"Are you happy?" he asks, chewing on the food. I nod and do the same thing now that I am sure.

I swallow the mellow, sweet and perfectly flavored cake but notice I am having the his eyes fixed on me, which is something I do not like. Being stared at while eating makes me uncomfortable.

"What do you think?" he asks to know, shyly. I look at him as he is toying with his fingers but enjoy the suspense that seems to make him very stressed, even though this is something small. Not getting any answer from me, he bites his bottom lip, causing his face to look even more adorable.

"It's the best one I ate," I put an end to the anxiousness. "Really? You're not lying just to make me happy?"

"I'm not, seriously, that's delicious," I tell him with sincerity. The cute curve in the corners of his lips turn up and form a croissant shape, making my heart flutter. "I'm glad to hear it, I was scared that you wouldn't like it."

"Who wouldn't like that? It's the type of thing that you keep on wanting nonstop without getting enough of it. It's not too sweet, and I love how strong the taste of coconut is."

"I've never been that happy for a cake before," he chuckles and eats his own masterpiece. I gather up all my courage and without holding back, I press my lips on his cheek. "Thank you for taking time to do this just for me."

"I...I just like to do it," he lifts one hand up to throat, averting his big brown eyes from mine and rubbing his fingers over his skin. His body language can be so obvious. "That's kind of you," I beam like I have never done before.

"We should play a little bit now. Yoongi is coming back earlier today, so we won't be able to do what we want for too long," he deviates away from what we were talking about. I love that side of him. "Oh, and do you know when?"

"I think it's around 2 pm, so," he takes a look at his watch. "In one hour," he says, with what sounds like disappointment. "I'll have to leave a bit earlier then. I don't want him to know I was here."

"Yeah, I know," he nods, being understanding. "But whatever, let's not think about it and enjoy our time. We'll see each other for way longer tomorrow, so that's fine," I end the moment full of annoyance and sadness to brighten up his mood, making him lay his eyes on me and smile. "Yes."

--

"Jungkook, I have to go. Yoongi is about to be here," I put the controller down. "You can't stay for five minutes more?" he asks, hoping to spend more time together. "I can't...I don't want to get bothered by him," I tell him, feeling bad for not staying more, even though I would have wanted to.

"Okay," he pauses his game. I stand up and walk to the spot where my handbag is waiting for me to grab it, and he follows my steps. I take my phone out of the back pocket of my skirt and seized my purse in order to walk out.

"Wait," he wraps his veiny hand around my arm. I look at him, slightly confused. He is nervous.

"I want to ask you something," he runs his fingers through his fluffy brownish hair, seeming tense.