Did he absolutely have to say that 'For now'? I don't feel good about this.

I reduce the distance that was remaining between us, and after having my eyes fixed on his thin lips for hours, I press mine on them.

I apply pressure on his soft lips then move a bit back to recreate the same action but tilt my head to the other side. This sensation is so special for me that I'm out of breath.

This man is smiling. I'm sure he likes what he's doing.

"Good, it's getting a bit more interesting and making me want more. Now, once you feel my lips part, you do the same, but I'm going to get your upper lip between mine while you grab my bottom one, okay? That's a single lip kissing," he gives me his little instructions, looking at me with a bit too much flirt. "Yes, but..."

"Just follow me, this is going to go smoothly, trust me. Think about...an ice cream, you know what it's like, right?"

"An ice cream...?" I frown, not seeing the bond between those two things.

"When you eat this or a lollipop, you part your lips, you take it between them to embrace it, and then you caress it with them before pulling it out. Do that with me, just imagine it's like a gummy candy that you want," he gives me all the details, thinking it could make it easier for me.

All it does to me is to make me go terribly crazy, and his confident smirk is totally taking my soul out of my body.

"Come on, baby," he places on hand below my ear. "I know you're good at it, you're just too shy to let go."

I keep on stressing out, I know he's staring at my lips, and he doesn't stop passing his tongue over his pink ones. Is that a way to tempt me? He can't be nervous, that's impossible, so I'm sure it's just to provoke the weak person I am.

I move onward very slowly, our lips now parted, causing our hot breathings to mingle together while he's totally enjoying it with a sly smirk and caressing my neck up and down.

I go forward and join our lips. I think about the things he said and lock them to squeeze his lower lip between mine, before creating some frictions and bumping them into each other over and over again.

Our lips enjoying their time by playing together intimately is the only thing audible in this room filled with nothing else than us.

It's not ceasing and Jungkook seems to not want this to end, he exerts some force on the back of my neck and makes the frictions even more passionate and tough. His teasing way of sucking on my lower lip is like the most stimulating thing I've ever had to go through in my life. This is very heated, not soft as he said.

I let my body go a bit more towards him and flatten my hands on his torso as if it was just an instinctive act from my body. His fingers slide down my curves, touching me heavily to arrive at my lower back and have access to my skin. I'm shivering from feeling all those sensations at the same time, and my heart could explode at any moment.

"Why are you eating your mouths?" an innocent voice resounds from out of nowhere.

I stop what I'm doing and whirl my head in that direction , where the cute voice came from. I make a quick movement in order to get on the couch, but Jungkook literally grasps my hips and forces me to stay where I am.

"We're doing adult stuff, Daehan. Get back into your room," he tells him as if it was all to talk like this to a little boy. "But boba said no one can touch my cuddle," he mentions Yoongi when I wouldn't have believed him to say such a thing, and let alone remember it.

"Daehan, you...uhm...we were just...Don't say it to your older brother okay? It's a secret between us, and if you keep it, I'll buy you your favorite pastry every time we come back from school, alright?" I try to make a deal to not have any problems with Yoongi.

"And a toy every Friday," he negotiates with me. What the hell, is this kid serious? He's five and acting like that?

"What? I can't...My little baby, I don't have enough money for it..."

"Boba will be ha-"

"Alright! A new toy every Friday!" I utter, frustrated to be obligated to deal with a five years old boy who just threatened me. "Good, my cuddle," he smiles, broadly. "But...what is this mister doing to you?"

"N-"

"Stop being curious like that, you're too much of a little baby to know about this," he dares to say those bad words to him. I punch his chest to make him understand he should shut up, but he just looks at me with a smile.

"I'm not a baby," the boy, with his car toy in his hands shoots back. "Yes, you are. Go back into your room and leave us alone."

I slap his face, unwillingly. It just flew all by itself right on his cheek. He's not very pleased.

"Daehan this is not true, don't listen to him and go play with your kind toy friends," I tell him, with a red face full of embarrassment. "This mister is a jerk," the kid lets out before walking back to where he was.

What the hell did he say?

"Daehan! Language!" I yell at him, who already left and surely doesn't give a damn about what I said. "This kid is just a small Yoongi, jeez..." Jungkook complains but still keeps his hand on the spot of his face that I hit.

"And you. Are you freaking dumb?! How can you talk that way to a five years old boy?!" I move away from his lap and utter out of shock. "You mean the kid who just called me a jerk?" he widens the opening of his eyes, which are already big naturally. "He was kind of right though..."

"Excuse me?" he tilts his head, asking me to repeat what I said. "Nothing...What? Did you hear something?" I act fool with him. "Oh, I think you're looking for trouble, my girl," he says, before pushing me against the sofa and lying me down to be on top of me.

"Stop it, do you want us to be caught again?" I remind him with all the stress firing my veins up to an incredible point. "I don't care," he smirks and crawls over me to get to my eyes level. "I haven't finished my lesson."

"You'll continue it another day, if you want..." I glance away and try to escape, but he blocks me with his though build and lets his weight crush me under his figure made of iron, this one hurting my curves but pleasingly.

"No, I want it now. You were starting to let go and kissing me so damn well that it was driving me wild," he skims his finger past my lips, teasingly.

"But...I don't want Yoongi to know about this," I avoid his eyes that are staring at me intensely and glance down at his lips. "Let's get to another level. More than just our lips locked together to add more intimacy."

I uncontrollaly smile and put my hands on his chest to push him a little bit. "You're going way too fast right there."

"Well, I can go slow if you want," he brushes his lips against my cheek to tease me and play with my emotions while my pulse is like a trigger ready to shoot. He presses his lips on mine, and I close my eyes at the feeling of it.

I cannot control myself. He makes it slow as told a minute ago, and he overwhelms me, making my heart beat hard and fast, and my body ask for more. Once he deepens it and licks my bottom lip, I use my tongue as well, and he slides his in my mouth right away. One of his hand hold my jawline, and he obviously enjoys this.

"Do you still want me to stop?" he smiles against the kiss, and I part my lips but shake my head. "Hm, really?" his voice lowers, being quieter. "What made you change your mind like that?" he glides his hand down to my hip to slide it under my top, and I try to resist. "Nothing..."

He repeats my word in whisper to tease me, before kissing me again with passion. He grips my waist while sounding and seeming needy, and I put my hands on either side of his neck to return the kiss and not stop this feeling of delight and pleasure. This is so soothing but exciting at the same time.

"Cuddle!" my little brother bursts into the room for the second time.

I give up, I push Jungkook away and check up on the boy who ran up to me, and I sit up as the man is doing so. "What's wrong?" I clear my throat.

"I'm hungry..." he pouts, cutely but fixes his eyes on Jungkook to give him a look full of anger as if he was mad at him. "Do you want a cookie or fruit?"

"A donut like yesterday," he wraps his arms around my neck and acts adorable to get me by the emotions.

"Oh, you enjoyed the donuts that the jerk bought?" Jungkook chimes in, but with some annoyance in his voice, bothered by the little boy who keeps on nagging him. "The ones boba gets me are better."

"Oh, this little-" the frustrated man sighs. I can't believe they're both fighting, a five years old kid provoking a twenty-one years old man.

"Ya. The donuts you bought were good, Jungkook, and Daehan, I can't buy you one now," I calm both of the two boys down. "Boba is going to be happy to kno-"

"Stop it, Daehan! We weren't doing anything, okay? Stop acting like this," I start to get a bit worked up, not standing to receive those little threats from him. "You were on his legs, and why was this bad mister trying to put his tongue in-"

Holy crap. "Hey. You stop now. He was just giving me little pecks like the ones I give you on your cheek," I do my best to use an excuse. He turns his head to glare at Jungkook once again.

"Is it true my cuddle?" he purses his lower lip out and places his hands on my thighs to elevates himself and just move like a little kid does. "Yes, it is..." I lie with guilt.

"But boba...he said that I have to protect you...and he said if someone touches you, I have to stop him because it's a bad mister...." he hugs me with his little arms. "My baby, Jungkook is not a bad person, he's kind."

"No. He touched you, he's bad...he's a jerk," he mumbles his last word. "Stop saying I'm a jerk," the man retorts, unable to act like an adult. "Jungkook," I spin my head to gesture him he should stop reacting like that. "He doesn't stop glaring at me! I know he's doing it on purpose," he complains. "And what? Are you five?"

He stares into my eyes a bit unkindly, but I look away to get my attention back on my little brother. "Daehan, stop calling him a jerk, okay?"

"I don't like him...you're my cuddle..." he looks down, pouting all adorably.

He knows that if he acts cute or something like that, he'll get what he wants from me easily because I'm too weak to resist this bundle of joy. "Hey, I love you, my little baby..."

"And me?" the man dares to enter the discussion. "No!" the child utters harshly to him.

"And what if I tell you that she's mine?" Jungkook encircles my body with his arms just to nag the boy. I can't believe he's acting like that. "She's mine! She doesn't like you!"

"She loves me more for some reason, you're just too young to understand why."

"Stop it, Jungkook. You're worse than a kid!" I push him away and stand up to go walk to my handbag with my brother. "You're rude again..."

"I'm not, and I have to go now."

"What?! No...!" he jumps out of the couch and rushes to me. "Please...We still have some time to be together..." he attempts, softening his voice now that he doesn't get what he wants. "Baby..." he whispers in my ear to not let the younger human hear him.

"Don't touch my cuddle!" the little boy tries to push Jungkook away from me.

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