"I made a baby," the little boy snaps me out of my daydream and comes closer while holding a glass filled with some cotton. "Jungkook helped me."

"A baby?" I cannot hold back my laughter at how he called this.

"Yes, I put little seeds between cotton and I fed them with water so it's going to grow up and be my baby," he explains with happiness to me while showing me what he did. That's just a plant but that's adorable. "Oh, so you're going to take care of them and hydrate them as much as it needs to?"

"Yes, Jungkook told me that he's going to help me doing it every day."

The cuteness and sweetness of that man surprise me every and each new days I'm spending by his sides. He seemed so rude and confident, badass and all but no, he's the real opposite.

"That's cute my baby," I peck his forehead.

He walks back to where he took the plant growing but I take a look at the drawings laid on the small table in front of me. The one that Jungkook made.

Is it me...? Well...it looks like it.

He made two drawings and those two just represent me, one where I seem to blush, dammit...And the other where...

Uhm...It's weird because it looks like if it was made from a picture...Where I'm lied on my side elbowing the sofa, the sofa who's right on my left...

The sound of the oven suddenly startles me and reverberates to give the signal about the end of the baking.

I clear my mind and stand up to go to the kitchen, where the boy is already opening what hides a cake that should be cooked.

I squat down and grab a knife to take a closer look at the preparation I made. I jook the sharp blade in the dough and check if it's done or needs more time to be perfectly baked.

"Is it good?" his quiet voice shakes me up as I didn't expect him to speak. He's looking at me with his curious but shy eyes.

"Yes," I nod and straighten up to get a dishcloth or the gloves to take that hot plate. The gloves are the only thing I have right now. I seize them and move down again to reach that heater burning my face.

"No don't," his hands hold my arms back and pull on them very daintily. "I do it, I don't want you to burn yourself."

He removes the gloves from me and uses them to get the cake out of the oven and place it on the counter for me before I closed the door to not let all the hotness fill the room

"Thank you," I smiled to him. I'm trying to keep my distance since what happened this morning, maybe I'm too clingy without really knowing so I prefer to not invade his space.

I take a big dish out of my furniture and put it down to place the whole hot and mouthwatering cake on it. The scent of coconut is making my taste buds excited even without having it in my mouth.

"Is it like the one I made for you a few weeks ago?" he comes closer and ask me as softly as a little boy would do it. This is fluttering my heart goddammit.

"I know it won't be as delicious as yours but yes, I tried to do it," I lay my eyes on him with a timid curve of my lips. "I'm sure it's better made by y-"

"CUDDLE! Can I have a big piece of it please please?!" he appears out of nowhere and tries to get at the level of the worktop with his hands and feet to elevate himself.

"Yes, gourmand boy," I grab a small round plate and cut the cake into four parts, I serve the hungry little creature and then Jungkook to finally take just half of what I gave him as a piece.

We all walk back to the couch to eat what is our late breakfast.

Daehan seems to be liking it, eating and stuffing his mouth like an ogre just thinking about feeding his stomach, but I can't help myself, I need to have their opinions. "Is it...good?"

"That's super appetizing, better than the one I made last time," Jungkook speaks with some of the food still in his mouth while chewing on it cutely.

How can I find it so adorable when he eats? And also sexy with his sharp jawline...jeez...

"This is the best cake I ate on earth cuddle! I want another piece," the baby monster already finished his whole part I gave him just seconds ago. "Yah...You should eat a bit more slowly and not just stuff your mouth Daehan."

"But it's good," he licks the little crumbs left in his dish with his finger. "I just give you a small one, okay?"

"Okay..." he acts sad and disappointed with his lips curled downwards to express it and make my heart die from guilt.

I stand up and take his empty plate after putting mine down on the coffee table, still filled with the piece I haven't been able to finish.

I step aside to proceed to the kitchen. "Wait," a manlier voice stopped me.

I peek at him, wondering what he wants. Oh, no way...

"Can I...have another one too?" he demands all innocently with some hesitation in his low voice. "Please..."

Jeez...Look at those big Bambi eyes...the crinkles in the corners of them, that adorable smile he has and that pure gaze stabbing me with brightness and hearts of love. He even licked his finger but that was so cute.

Dammit, I'm weak.

I take the plate he's handing me and I walk to the kitchen with my dummy face having Jungkook in my head nonstop. I put the rest of the part that I cut for me in my brother's dish and give the bigger one to Jungkook, but...Why am I hearing some quiet giggles in my back?

I turn around to check what they're doing.

"Daehan...!" I raise my voice at the sight of this stealer gobbling down what was mine but acting innocent. "Are you kidding me?! It was for me!"

Jungkook giggles and enjoys the situation happening right in front of his eyes as the little boy is laughing with him.

I get back to them and serve those two mischievous boys to sit down and realize that there's no cake left for me.

Well...let's be positive. It won't get down to my hips...

"You're not eating?" Jungkook notices while savoring what I made. "No."

"Why?" he puts his plate down on his lap. "If you're smart and can count, you'll know that I serve the entirety of the cake and that there's nothing left."

He comes closer to me and sticks his body to mine. Wow, the shivers I felt where deadly.

He takes hold of his piece of cake and flies it to my mouth. "Here, eat it."

"No, I'm fine," I refuse and push his hand away kindly. "I'm not hungry anyway."

"Have you forgotten what I said?" he pronounces without giving up. "What...?" I look up at him, his face from that close always tingles my heart violently.

"I'm going to make you my wife and feed you with good food every day," he smiles to me, keeping his words as a promise when I thought he would totally forget it as it didn't mean anything for him, but it maybe does. "It's for you..."

He places the sweet dessert against my lips to make me open and eat. I give in, not able to say no to those eyes staring into my soul and making me weak.

"A bit more, you have a big mouth so you can take a bigger bite," he continues to keep on annoying me. I place my hand around his unconsciously and take a mouthful of the food.

Jesus Christ, I touched one of his fingers with my lips.

Why is this man turning red? Don't tell me he...

I saw him gulping as his eyes were on my lips. He glances away as soon as I meet his gaze but he licks his lips and bites them in a way that seems to show some nervousness.

I thought he wouldn't react to it but that's exactly what he's doing right now. Holy pickle....I'm embarrassed.

"Why are your faces red?" my brother makes this even more awkward than it already is while eating his cake and fixing us. I stand up and use a pretext to run away from this moment. I take my plate and go wash it to act busy and hide my cheeks that are obviously revealing my timidity.

"Jungkook," he pronounces his name. "Are you eating the rest of your cake?"

I turned my head to look at the boy who's trying to steal the food again, but Jungkook shoved the last piece of cake into his mouth.

Jeez...He's really lucky that my brother is not a whiny or spoiled kid otherwise he would have made a scene and cry.

"You're egoistic Jungkook. This is bad," he speaks all naturally as if he was kind of scolding him. The man slightly giggled but got closer to him. "Can you draw with me?"

I didn't hear Jungkook's answer but I guess he just gave it with a nod.

Now that I calmed down and that my cheeks aren't hot like two pads anymore, I get back to them and sit on the sofa behind them while they're sat on the floor.

"Cuddle, could you make the same cake for me to eat tomorrow at school?" he gazes at me with his happiness on his face.

"Yes," I tell him positively before having my attention back on my phone to read. "Thank you!" he exclaims joyfully and gets back on his activity with Jungkook. This man, who I cannot stop staring at from behind. A muscular back that is exposed under his oversized t-shirt. A pretty neck I would want to kiss. Fluffy hair through which I wish I could run my fingers.

He turns his head but only to take a look at what my little brother is doing. The shape of his nose is so adorable, and his lips are as tempting as gummy candies.

I need to stop checking him out and staring as if he was a piece of art. He undeniably is, but I have to focus on my Ebook.

"Cuddle can you draw with us, please?" Daehan suddenly asks for me to come.

I move on the couch and sit at the other corner of the coffee table, in front of them. Facing the small human and not the muscle pig with soft features. "Can you draw a heart?"

"A heart like inside of a body or the pretty one?" I annoy him, knowing that he surely does not really see the difference. "A heart..."

"Alright," I smile and look down at the different colorful markers laid on the flat surface.

I need a red one, but since Jungkook is holding it, I take a black fine point pen, and I slowly start drawing. This should not be hard. "You need it?" Jungkook hands me the red marker, with a shy smile.

"No, I'm fine with what I have," I respond, nicely, with extreme hotness spreading through my body.

I head the point of my pen down on the white sheet and start by tracing the outline of a small heart. Then, I make a bigger one but still remain in the same frame to end with a lot of little hearts into a giant one.

However, once I peek, for not even a second, up on my left, I notice Jungkook dart his eyes away as if he was acting innocent.

Was he staring at me? His lips are softly curved up, but he is biting his bottom one as if he was attempting to conceal a growing smile.

I do not know. I need to just focus on my drawing that is of the level of a two years old kid.

"Do you want me to help you?" he breaks the silence but places his fingers on his lips to fiddle with them, nervously.

Help me to draw hearts? Either this is a pretext to come closer, or he noticed how ugly it was.

"Yeah..." I nod, suspicious of this unnecessary question.

He changes of spot and gets closer to me. He sits right next to me, on my right and leans closer, making my heart jump.

"Draw my face please," Daehan lets out of his mouth, asking something impossible for me to do. "Your face?" I repeat his words, with shock. "Are you crazy? I can't it's too hard."

"I can do it, but I'm not sure it will be perfect," the soft voice on my right flutters my heart with its sweetness. "Yes, please, Jungkook," he smiles with a lot of joy.

He takes another piece of paper and starts making the sketch on it.

This is already starting well, he is really good at that. As much as he is at everything, honestly.

He takes some glimpse of the face in front of him and continues to precisely trace each feature of him carefully. I lean a bit more forward and elbow the flat surface to be closer and have a better sight of what he's doing.

Daehan is focused on his drawing, but I cannot stop being attracted to Jungkook, being all concentrate and making some cute things with his thin lips unconsciously.

Is he blushing?

Am I making that strong man turn red easily? What is happening with him lately? He was not like that before. That is so cute.

I take a closer look to check how those lines are made so perfectly and slowly creating like the reflection of my brother's face.

However, he makes a more than obvious mistake as if he had a spasm or whatever it was, which must have been caused by none other than me. A straight line ruined all his wonderful drawing. All of this happened right when my breast touched his arm and brushed past it as I was approaching him.