He smiled and let go of my hand to get out of the vehicle and walk to my side of the car while I'm doing the same as him. He opened the door for me and stretched his hand out to me.

I'm not a princess, what is he doing? Alright, I admit that's cute.

I lay my palm in his and step out to let him close the door behind me. He intertwined our fingers once again and walked towards a stunning but cozy Cafe.

We entered the place and Jungkook chose a table for two in a corner where we are a bit apart from the others.

We both sat down.

"Order what you want, it's on me," he sets his eyes on the menu, maybe to avert my face. "What? No way you pay for me Jungkoo-"

"You have money with you?" he looks up and meets my gaze. "No..."

"You know what it means," his lips curve upwards at his satisfaction.

"Tch.." I drop my look down on the menu I have under my nose. Since he wants to play it smart. I'm going to order the cheapest things possible for me to eat. At least he won't pay too much for me.

"What are you going to order?" he questions me with a cute facial expression. "Injeolmi bingsu," I pick what was in the less expensive but the prices are hurting my eyes. "And?"

"And..." I repeat the same word. "That's all," I lay my eyes on him and put my card down.

"Are you kidding me? Take something else, there's a lot of things that you like," he takes a closer look at the list written on the little board he's holding. "Look, macaroons, you can buy a banana or coconut milkshake..."

"Yes but no."

"No, but yes. Or else I pick for you my small baby," he gives me an adorable grin and leans a bit closer by elbowing the flat surface. "I'm not small, you're just too tall," I shoot back to defend myself. "Don't try to change the subject."

"What are you ordering?"

"An Oreo bingsu with a banana milkshake," he rests his chin on his hand and gazes at me fondly with his heart eyes that are tingling my heart like crazy.

"Good," I glance away with a timid smile. "You like coconut milkshake, right?"

"No," I lie, knowing what he's planning to do. "Yes you do, bad liar."

"I'm not lying," I hold back my grin which is going to betray me. "Look at me in the eyes baby."

Wow. What the hell was that punch inside my chest at the sound of those words?

I turn my head to do as he told me. Not sure that this is a good idea given my nervousness that I'm currently trying to fight against. He's staring at me with his big hypnotizing eyes of Bambi. I can't even maintain that strong connection, it's rising my temperature up.

He doesn't glance away and keep on scrutinizing each shade of the color of my eyes. My heart is racing up very fast and my nervous smile is growing on its own but I bite my lips in an attempt to hide it.

"Good morning," the waiter interrupts the whole moment. "Can I take your order, Miss and Mister?"

Jungkook beamed and took the lead to address the male figure. "Good morning, yes we made our choice and for me, it will be, an Oreo bingsu with a banana milkshake," he travels his eyes along the lines written. "And for my wife an injeolmi bingsu with a coconut milkshake and macaroons, please."

Wife? Holy sh*t my heart passed out. And he ordered more than I told him.

"Alright, I'm going to clear the table for you to feel more comfortable," he takes the two cards that were laid on the table. "Your food is soon going to arrive, I wish you a wonderful time in our Cafe," he smiled and walked away as we replied.

"I'm going to kill you," I kick him under the table. "Ah," he groans in an oddly soft manner and bends a bit forward to touch his tibia. "You're so aggressive...!"

"Mr. Muscle pig shouldn't even feel it..." I roll my eyes but slightly feel a bit worried and bad, regretting what I did. "I'm scared for when I'll have to make babies with you."

"Yah...! Are you serious? Don't talk about this in here...!" I lower my voice, feeling some embarrassment about what he brought up in a place full of people.

"Why? Are you shy my little baby love?" he straightens up to get in a proper position but slightly smirk at me as he noticed how this was making me shy. "No, but I don't talk about this in public..."

"You don't like to talk about making babies with me?" he spoke in a whisper and slightly giggled at my redness which must be more than obvious. "Tonight, my wife and I, in our bed, hm?"

"Stop it," I avert his flirty gaze. "And why did you call me your wife? It's bad to lie."

"Who said it was a lie? It's just a matter of time..." he raises one of his eyebrows and smile before looking down as if he was either confident or timid.

I don't even know what to say in return, I just let the curve of my lips remain on my dumb face.

"Look at me for a second," he attracts my attention back on him. I do it and elbow the table to rest my chin on my hand clenched into a fist.

"Come closer," he leans in and gestures me with his finger that he approached from my face. "Why?"

"Don't ask any questions," he smiles to me with the soft crinkles at the corners of his eyes. I move a bit forward with my arms laid on the flat surface.

"Did you bite your lips?" he drops his gaze on them and reduce the distance between us. "Not from what I remember..."

"But you have something on them," he skims his finger on my lower one very subtly. "What? Blood? Tell me no because I hate b-"

He crashes his lips on mine and passes his hand under my jawline in a caressing touch. I didn't expect it but really didn't see that coming and my heart hit my chest very hard.

He moves back and looks at me into the eyes while sitting back on his chair. "That was just my lips on yours," a smug smile appears on his face as he glanced away. He...damn.

"You're red idiot..." I look down and remark the tint of his cheeks that slowly started to turn pink which I'm sure is even worse for me given the heat I'm feeling on the same area.

"You make me blush goddammit..." he bent his head back and rubbed his face with his hands, but he quickly moved back into his normal position, biting his lower lip and not daring to make any eye contact with me, once the waiter came back with the dishes.

"Here is your order," he puts the plate down in front of us. "Hope you will enjoy it, have a wonderful meal."

He bowed and went back to where he came from. "Jungkook, I won't be able to eat all of that," I tell him, noticing the big amount of food that I have to gulp down.

"Stop it, you eat as much as you can my gourmand baby," he digs in his bingsu that looks more than appetizing with all the chocolate covering the white ice cream.

I don't retort and start eating as well.

"Bon appetit my lovely wife~" he speaks in an exaggerated joyful voice with his bright smile. "Thank you."

"Ay...What about the kind return?"

"Bon appetit to you as well my baby Jungkookie~" I force my smile playfully. "And don't choke on your food that would be a waste of money."

"I love how caring you are for me my strawberry."

"You're lucky to have me," I continue the game with him. "Of course I am. Look at that wonderful girl," he cups my chin and looks at me in the eyes with his gentle features.

"Don't exaggerate though," I grab his wrist and move it away kindly. He chuckles and gets all his attention back on his food slowly melting.

"Is it good?" he licks his spoon while gazing at me. "Yes and the macaroons as well that you took without my agreement," I point out and glare at him who's smirking and enjoying his food with his hungry eyes sometimes looking up at me. "You like them so don't complain. You love sweet things."

"Who doesn't?"

"Crazy people. Seriously let's be logic and sensed for a second in our life. Tell me, who on this earth," he traces an imaginary circle with his fingers like an imbecile. "Tell me baby, who would say no if a sweet Jungkookie was offered to them for breakfast? Hm?" he asks his dumb question that doesn't even deserve any answer.

"No humans," he makes the most arrogant face that I've never seen before. The humbleness of this man. "Then I'm not a human."

"You would refuse a gift like that?" he acts all shocked with his big eyes wide opened. "Of course I would," I assert myself, sure of my opinion.

"Yet I wouldn't refuse a sweet Y/N for every meal," he smiles being the cocky man he is, certain of his statement. "You are stupid," I glare at him but still feel shy about what he just said.

"Be careful with your words or else some things are going to happen to you once we'll be home," his foot takes space between mine just to bug me and start giving inappropriate touches to the inner part of my legs. "Don't threaten me, boy."

He doesn't say anything but just express some smugness as his foot is now sliding up to get gradually closer to my inner thighs, a terrible sensitive area.

I immediately stopped him and pushed his calf down by passing my hand under the table. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he denies the fact. "Tsk...You're really one of a kind Jungkook. I don't understand you..."

"What do you mean by that?" he removes his foot and eventually gives me back my own bubble of space. "You act shy and sweet for some minutes then all of a sudden, from out of nowhere you become cheeky again. What's happening in your head?"

"Too many things and most of them, with you," he giggles at his own comment.

"Unbelievable..." I roll my eyes and eat my macaroons that are giving me the eye when I'm trying to avoid them. "Do you want me to act sweet and tender my love?" he leans closer and elbows the table to take my hand in his, giving me an electric shock.

"No, I'm good...." I smile shyly and gaze down. "But you're complaining so I'm going to act the way you want me to do it, sweetheart," he brushes his thumb on my fingers and presses his lips on them.

"Don't," I attempt to hide my shyness who's suddenly emerging to make me look dumb in front of the boy teasing me. "Honey, is your man behaving well?" his lips curve up, staring into my soul with his look of charmer. "Stop it..."

"Look at me in the eyes," he doesn't let go of my hand and fills his spoon with some of his food to fly it to my mouth. "Taste it, it's very delicious and I'm sure you're going to like it."

"You can stop now, I was just wondering what is wrong in your brain but you don't have to act-"

"Open your mouth and try it, don't make me come to you and use the method of the train entering the tunnel my baby love," he smirks and holds the spoon at my lips.

I hurry to eat what he's feeding me and he did it as well to enjoy his breakfast almost done. "You like the taste?"

"Yes..."

"But not as much as the taste I have I guess," his cocky look pierce my heart. "I'm better, am I right baby?"

I won't even answer that man, that would make him way too satisfied.

--

Jungkook joins me on the couch and lies down by my side while I'm playing on my phone.

He wraps his arms around my waist and draws his face closer to the side of mine to press his lips on my jawline.

"Baby," he speaks in a low voice in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Yes?" I drop my phone down and turn on my side to hug his figure and face him.

A delighted expression forms on his face as our eyes are both dived into the other's ones. We both look at each other steadily, not leaving the soul of the partner to just enjoy the moment filled with love. He couldn't resist to the temptation and kissed my lips.

"Did you like what you saw this morning?"

Oh my-

"What...?" my cheeks warm up at the speed of light to my unwilling. "Do you think I didn't see you naughty girl?" he gives an affectionate chunk under my chin. "Uh...? N-No...I don't know..." I act fool but try to avert his eyes staring into mine and making me even more nervous.

"I saw you. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," he presses his lips on mine but continues to brush my jawline with his hands. "It was an accident...I swear I'm telling the truth."

"Do you want to see it again?"