"What the hell did you tell her?!" I rush to his figure to try snatching hid phone out if his small hands but he keeps on dodging my grip.

"I said "Hey my cute Y/N, your boyfriend just came to my house to talk together but he's been worried about something and I wanted to tell you about it, what happened but that he feel shy about. He admitted to me that last night when he was in the bed with you he was feeling very weird but in a good way if you know what I mean and that if you woke up to him with his hands on your curves it's only because he had a dirty dream about you. He feels really bad about it and he now thinks that you hate him....I hope you can talk to him" that's it."

Holy freaking sh*t. Don't tell me this is true or I drown myself in my tears of shame. "You didn't dare Jimin."

"Oh yes I did, baby," he chuckles and assures me that none of it is a lie. "I'm going to kill you! Show me your screen and prove me!"

He turns his phone and directs the text conversation towards me to confirm what I feared to be real. "You're a piece of dirt that I'm going to burn once I'll have finished talking with Y/N! DAMMIT!"

I run out of the house after collecting my phone on the couch and hurry to get in my car to drive back to Y/N'S apartment house where I now live but maybe not for too long anymore.

After around ten minutes I arrive at the destination and rush out of the vehicle to get the fastest possible to her place. I climb up the stairs at the speed of light.

I knock on the door with an extreme anxiousness filling my body as if I was about to confess to her.

The door opens. "Jung-"

"Y/N! I swear this is not true! Don't believe in what he told you he's just lying to embarrass me!"

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Eh...What are you talking about Jungkook?" I ask the boy standing in front of me and who seems more than panicked for an unknown reason.

"The text Jimin sent you, it's not true! I never had a dirty dream about you!" he walks inside the house while talking hastily. What the heck did my ears just give to my brain? A dirty dream? And I never received any text from the flirty guy, what's happening?

"Jungkook, I never got any messages but...what did you just say?"

"You...what...? You didn't receive the text of Jimin talking about what I told him?" he seems to not understand what I said even though that this is the truth. I would like to know what he told him. "No, I didn't...Why? What did you tell him?"

"Oh, my-" his cheeks are suddenly turning pink as he cannot stay still. "I...nothing...forget what just happened."

"No, tell me," I grab his wrist to not let him flee away in the bathroom. "No seriously, it's just...Nothing, it was a mistake."

"Jungkook...Why are you hiding something to me?" I use my soft voice to try getting him by the feels. "I..." he raises his eyes up to take a peek of my little brother watching the TV. "You will hate me if I tell you."

"What? Did you cheat on me? You don't love me a-"

"No baby that has nothing to do with that. I love you and you know it honey but..." he places his fingers on his lips to fiddle with them nervously. "Can we talk about this in another room?"

"Okay if you want..." I follow him without refusing and we both go into the bedroom to not stay with my little brother. "Alright uhm....can you promise me something before I start?" he flattens both of the palms of his hands against each other.

What the hell did he do to be in that state? I'm kind of stressed just to see him anxious to this point. "Yeah..."

"Promise me you won't see me as....a pervert or obsessed person."

"Eh..." I hesitate, a bit lost about what's happening. "Okay...I promise..."

"Last night I had a bad dream about you," he pronounces all his word very swiftly. "What do you mean by bad? Did you kill me? Hit me? Because if yes, that's okay, it's just a-"

"No, by bad I mean..."bad"...off-color..."

"Off-color?" I slightly chuckle unwillingly at the words he's using and how much he's blushing cutely. "Are you laughing because you're about to smash me or this is nervous?"

"I don't know," I glance away not having any idea of what to think right now. "But, is that the reason why you're all stressed as hell?"

"Yes, I feel bad about what I did this morning."

"Okay but. You told me you had an intense dream a few days ago with me and that you wanted me, and now you're blushing and stuttering to talk about this?" I give him a confused look. "Am I talking to Jeon Jungkook?"

"I don't know...I never felt that before and knowing you, I feel a bit bad and I couldn't keep it to myself or else I would have felt extremely...awkward with you for the rest of my week."

I can't believe what's happening right now. This boy is not the same anymore. He's a timid boy compared to the mood I'm used to knowing usually.

"Well...Do you want to talk about what was happening in that dream? It's okay you know, I don't even understand why you're so worried about this but I'm not mad."

"I feel embarrassed so this is better not to tell you about what was happening. Really."

"Why? You know how curious I am. I want to know and at least once it's said, you don't feel shy about it anymore," I attempt to make him talk about it more in detail even if I am aware of how risky it is.

"I don't think this is necessary...We were in the bed and that was...very very...you know," he bites his lower lip and licks them as if he was unable to keep calm.

"Yeah I know," I titter a little bit. "Anyway, if you don't want to talk about it, let's do something else and come eat your dinner that I made."

I walk out of the room and get followed by the boy who's blushing as red as a tomato. Jeez...I never saw him like that but that's cute.

"Here, I hope it's okay for you," I put the dishes on the coffee table for him to come and sit down in front of it.

"Thank you but everything you'll do for me will be okay baby," he smiles and takes place at the table.

I sit down by his side while Daehan is now playing with his little toys in his own world. I just got a heart attack at the pressure on my cheek made by Jungkook's hot lips.

"Thank you," a gentle grin forming on his face brought a sudden tenderness to me. "No need to," I glance away with a smile.

- Next day -

"Baby...." he whispers in my ear as I'm still a bit asleep. "Hm?"

He doesn't respond and just tightens his clasp around my body. His face came closer to mine and I can feel his breathing brushing my skin, the tip of our lips are almost touching.

I open my eyes very slowly.

The angel in front of me provoked a shock to my heart, this is so sweet and cute that I can't help but to smile. I take a look in my back to check on my little brother still in his dreams. So he just talked in his sleep I see...that's cute.

I can't hold back at the sight of the man sleeping with his mouth slightly opened. I move my features closer to his face and lock our lips really delicately, to not wake him up.

I separate us, but the boy surprises me by budging towards me to keep our lips connected.

I kissed him back instinctively but his breathing became swift and sharp as he started to initiate a kiss and squeeze my upper lip between his mellow ones. His hand slid up to the nape of my neck and he intensified the frictions all suddenly which made me follow him but I didn't expect that reaction.

He kisses me and doesn't stop going onward while kissing me with passion but I'm about to crush my brother in my back. I think he dreamed of something again, the way that he kisses me so lustfuly makes me think that he could have got turned on by his imagination.

I calm the man and apply some light force on his chest to put a stop to this moment, even though I'm not disliking it.

"Jungkook," I smile to him and dive my eyes into his. "Oh..." he drops his gaze on my lips. "Sorry..."

He glances away and turns around to sit up on the edge of the bed as if he was eager to leave it but I straighten up and wrap my arms around his waist from behind, to press my lips on the back of his neck.

"B-babe...don't..." he tilts his head in order to not feel my skin on him. What is happening with him? Is he mad because I stopped him?

I retreat from him and just sit on the mattress. I slide onto it to get out of the bed and pass by the boy's built while he's putting on a black t-shirt.

I grab some clothes to not stay in my pajamas and I walk to my bathroom in order to have my usual morning routine.

After a short moment, I walk out to join the living room where I can hear my little brother singing along his favorite show. I don't lose any time and I get to my kitchen side to cook the breakfast for everyone.

"Can I use the bathroom?" a soft male voice passes through my ears. "Yes."

"Is it okay if I use your shower gel?"

"Yes," I nod to him, seeing that he's unsure of what he's allowed to do here with my stuff.

"Thank you," he smiled and entered the bathroom quietly. "Cuddle! Why don't I go to school?" he left the couch to run to me and wrap his small arms around one of my legs to embrace it tightly. "Because I want to make sure you're feeling totally well. You'll go back tomorrow."

"Oh...I wanted to stay with you..." he pronounces with some disappointment. "I know my little baby but...You have to go otherwise people will annoy me for not putting you to school."

"Okay..."

"What do you want to eat for dinner today?" I put the raw dough that I just prepared, into a plate to get it inside of the oven.

"I want spicy rice cake, please cuddle," he tilts his head and gives me his cute face. "Alright my little baby, I'll cook that for you," I ruffle his hair and lift him up to hug him tightly. "Jeez...either you're heavy or I'm becoming weak."

"I'm heavy, my cuddle is strong, not weak," he cups my face with his small hands and squeezes my cheeks gently. I slightly laugh but go sit down on the couch while the breakfast is baking.

"When do we eat?" he sits down on my lap and stares at me with his bubbly eyes. "Soon, you have the time to draw or play if you want. I have to go make the groceries."

"Oh...you leave...?" he suddenly changes of mood at the news. "Yes but it's just for five minutes, the grocery is just at some feet away from here. I promise you can count to a hundred and I'll be back," I tell him, knowing he won't ever be able to reach that number easily.

"I can't count to that..." he looks at me with his innocent gaze. "Ah yeah that's true," I act fool. "Then you draw the most beautiful thing and you'll show it to me once I'll be here."

"Okay," he agrees without being discontent and he hurry to go grab a piece of paper with some markers while I'm putting on my shoes and coat.

"I'll be fast, I love you my little bean," I blow a kiss to him, opening the door. "I love you too cuddle," he sends the same thing and waves at me cutely.

--

I open the door of my apartment house and come in with all my plastic bags.

"Cuddle!" he runs to me while I remove my shoes and walk inside to reach the kitchen, but Jungkook hurries to me once I appear in his sight. He grabs the heavy things I'm carrying which are hurting my hands and blocking my blood.

"Oh my baby..." he places all the items effortlessly on the kitchen counter and holds my hands to check my palms and fingers. "Are you okay...?"

"Yes don't worry," I nod with a frail smile and take my coat off to go hang it on the rack made for it. I lift up my little baby who's been following me nonstop and I kiss his cheek. "I promised I would take a short time."

"Yes and I made the drawing for you," he smiles brightly and points at the coffee table, full of sheets and colorful pencil or pens.

I approach it and take a closer look, but there are some of the sketches that surprise me, my brother would never have been able to do that, it's too perfect for a six years old kid.

"Is it beautiful?" he wraps his arm around my neck to toy with my hair as I'm sitting down on the sofa.

I bend over and take what I know was made by him and his small hands of baby. That's a drawing full of hearts and also three figures with one shorter than the other two. That's adorable and the taller person is like kissing the one in the center, I'm sure Jungkook helped him to do this because that's better than what I do.

"That's so pretty my cute bean," I press my lips on his chubby cheek. "But who are those three people?"

"It's you," he indicates the person in the center. "It's me holding your hand," the shortest figure gets identified as I expected it to be him.

"And this is Jungkook giving you a kiss," he smiles to me and speaks joyfully. I can't restrain my shy grin at how cute this whole drawing represents us. He could have drawn his brother and not Jungkook but he did prefer him instead of Yoongi.

"That's wonderful my baby, I love it and I'll keep it forever," I peck him with fondness.

"I have to show you something," he moves away from my legs and walks hastily to a part of the room, just in a corner where the windows are giving light on a little container. I take the opportunity to peek behind me to check what Jungkook is doing.

He's putting all the food and items I bought at their proper places. That's sweet of him to always take care of everything.

"I made a baby."