“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I haven’t had a chance recently. And you have absolutely nothing in your inventory.”

“I’ll buy some more.”

“Does that mean you like it?”

“Any meal made by you would be good.” He snaked a hand around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. He kissed me lightly. “But I don’t want you cooking for anybody but me.”

“You’ll get fat.”

“I’m sure you’ll help me burn off what you feed me.” I smiled and stood.

“Well, finish that, it’ll make me feel really good.” I walked back into the kitchen and packed everything up. I started the dishes and cleaned everything.

Moments later, hands wrapped around my waist again. “You’re so cute when you do this for me.”

“I cooked for everybody. You’ve been working Misa like a dog.” I replied. “Honestly, you should get her some help.”

“It’s too hard to find somebody trustworthy. Misa is ideal, since she can’t understand anything that’s important, but perhaps you are right.”

“I have an idea.” I offered.

“Hm?” I tilted my neck as he pressed his lips there.

“I know a certain someone who has a family with the same qualities that you’ve said were ideal.” Jungkook laughed.

“You always think of others.”

“She works hard, I think that she deserves it.”

“I’ll set it up. How many?”

“Six in her immediate family.”

“You’ll have to make it up fo me. It’s hard to acquire citizenship for others not related to you...just a bit illegal.”

“How about a nice meal every night?”

“That sounds nice.” I brought my shoulder up slightly as he buried his face further into my neck.

“I have to finish cleaning up, Jungkook. Later.”

“I can’t wait anymore.”

“You’ll have to.” I flicked some soap into his hair. “Come on, let me finish.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You know, I’m still injured. I’m not supposed to do anything that could hurt myself.”

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“You sound like a puppy.” I snorted out. “Honestly.” I sighed as he continued to hang on. I turned and brought my hand up, resting it lightly on his jaw as I kissed him. His hands slowly moved up my hips and gently rested on my hips. “Now let me finish. Ten minutes, that’s all I need.”

“Sorry, but I can’t allow that.” We slid right and he hoisted me up, placing me on the counter. I kissed him more passionately, and soon his tongue was shoving against mine.

He lifted me up slightly, his hands running gently down my back. He grabbed onto the lip of my pants and pulled down. Each place his hands moved left shiver down my spine.

He set me back on the counter and I gasped, sitting straight up. “That’s cold.” I whined automatically. My back arched as his hands touched the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart.

“I’ll warm you up then.” His lips connected with my dick and I threw my head back, moaning. He continued to work his tongue, slowly and lazily working up the length of me.

His hand caressed me slowly. He was teasing me, the jerk. I tangled my hand into his hair and gently pulled his head back. “You jerk.” I huffed out. He only smirked and brought his lips back to mine.

He dipped down once again, sucking more aggressively as I moaned, tugging on his strands. My hips began to put slightly.

"J-ju—!" I released before I could even get a warning out, however he must have known, because he'd removed his mouth and had begun to stroke me fast and hard.

Cum was splattered on my clothes and on the counter, making me groan.

I slid off of the counter and grabbed my pants. “I said later asshole.” I muttered. “Now the counter is all dirty.”

“You’re so mean.” He huffed, resting his head on my shoulder. “Making me Wait, and then getting juried and making me wait some more.”

“I’m sure you’ll live. And besides, I’m sure there are plenty of other people who would love to be fucked by you.”

“But I only want to fuck you.”

“I’m honored. Really.” I said flatly. He laughed softly and I sighed, turning back to the dishes.

“How much longer do I have to wait?”

“Silesia said that I would only have to go back for maybe one more week.”

“Fine. I can wait one more week. Just one more.” He Said.

“You’ll have to.” I patted his cheek and finished cleaning up after he left. I walked into the living room and then entered the bedroom. I changed into some sweatpants and then walked over to my box of new books.

I picked up a new one and sat on the bed, flipping through it. Jungkook came in a few minutes later, just having taken a shower. “What are you reading?”

“A new book that I got today.”

“Is that what that box is for?”

“Namjoon picked them out for me.”

“Namjoon?”

“The owner of the store. Oh, and he’s told me that you’re to come next time, and also, you have to pay for those, seeing that I have no wallet at the moment.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when your men dragged me here in the first night, they took my phone and my wallet. I haven’t gotten it back yet, and I guess I forgot because I haven’t gone out at all for the past month.”

“I’ll find them for you. They’re probably somewhere in my office.” I nodded and turned to my book.

“So, you can read languages as well?”

“Only a few. Chinese, Japanese, French, Spanish, English, and Russian only.”

“You say it like it’s a small feat.”

“It is for me.”

“And only for you.” Jungkook slid into the bed next to me. “So, what is it about?”

“Are you suddenly interested? Or do you just want to know just to know?”

“I’m interested.”

“Fine. It’s an old war strategy book from Russia. It details battle plans and weapons and everything in between.”

“You enjoy those kinds of things? I didn’t peg you for a very violent person most of the time.”

“Well, I like to read things from other cultures, and war is culturally different in every country, so, yeah, I guess I’m into this kind of stuff.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I put the book down and fell down onto the bed. Hands wrapped around me.

“Oh by the way, you’re coming to work tomorrow.”