Jimin, she has not texted for days.

< hey! I'm so sorry for not texting you lately but I'm so busy with college it's so difficult and I miss you a lot, I hope you're doing well! How did dinner go with your boss? ]

[ hey! Don't apologize it's okay. I'm doing fine, and you? I hope you still have some time to rest tho. It went well, he was so sweet again but he's worried about me again so he told me that I can live with him and his daughters, but idk, I don't want to be a burden for him. He's very busy and his wife is not thrre anymore so he has to take care of them both >

< I'm glad to know you're doing good, I am as well and I'm trying to rest as much as I can, so don't worry<3 Wait but that would be as a "girlfriend" or "daughter" kinda? Cause you'll probably have to take care of those kids, how old are they again? ]

[ one is 4 and the other 6 but he never really treated me like a girl he'd like to date, he's very respectful and I don't feel like he romantically likes me, but I wouldn't mind taking care of them, I already spend some time at his house when they're here, and they're so cute >

< oh they're so young, I thought they were at least 10, my memory is amazing:) but honestly, that's up to you to decide. If I was you, I'd feel the same way, but before anything, you should make sure that he's not doing it in order to live his life with you bcs he's attracted or too attached and fell in love, you know? You need to try to know whether you are like a daughter or wife to him ]

[ yeah I should do that first but he often tells me that he just wants me to be safe bcs he knows how my stepmom is and he's scared she might hurt me again >

< i understand him, and no matter how much I hate men and do not trust them, he seems legit and honest with you ]

[ I think so too >

< what happened to his wife tho? I completely forgot about that and I'm not sure you told me ]

[ I don't remember telling you but he lost her one year ago. She was coming back home by feet but stumbled upon a sick maniac who stabbed her bcs she was fighting against what he wanted from her...so yeah...that's messed up and it hurts me whenever I think about the fact that he's alone with his daughters now >

< damn. This bastard better be in jail rn ]

[ he's not yet bcs they haven't found who it is, its scary asf >

< tf?! The cops are only good to piss the shit out of us over small stuff, they're so fucking useless. That must be so damn tough for him to handle this. Does he sometimes seems to not be okay? ]

[ yes but its rare, he doesn't show his emotions that much >

< like a lot of men tbh but anyway, its too sad for my mood so lets talk about something else and tell me what you're doing rn cuz I don't wanna cry:") ]

[ I'm in Joonha's room bcs I drew his tattoo the other day and used transfer paper to give him a temporary tattoo >

< excuse me what? in his bedroom?🙂 ]

[ don't you dare >

< where did you put the tattoo? ]

[ on his torso... >

< damn alright. A 35 y.o man, a 39 y.o and his son with it. Why not?:) ]

[ We're just friends! Don't say that and I'm not into Moosaeng he's just a kind man I care about >

< and what about Mister Jeon? Why don't you mention him? ]

[ he's a kind man too >

< and a very attractive one with tan skin, amazing tattoos all over his buff body, tall as heck, hot, dilf material, thick thighs. This is what you think but don't dare say so here I'm saying it for you❤ ]

[ he's kind and gentle... >

< gentle? Wtf does that mean? ]

[ the way he does things I can't explain like earlier, he drove me to his house bcs Joonha invited me for dinner today, but long story short, the seatbelt hurt me and burnt my neck, so when we were home, he got some Madecassol cream and I couldn't see where it was, but he was right next to me, so he did it for me and rubbed his fingers on my skin but the way he was doing it was so slow and gentle I was dying on my chair >

< I dont know if I should laugh, cry or be shocked or all three together ]

[ probably all together >

< yeah. I guess you felt butterflies. Did he smell good?:3 ]

[ you know the type of smell that most expensive men colognes has? He smells like that, and Idk if he sprays it on his skin multiple times a day, but he always smells so damn good it's crazy >

< jeez it reminds me of my crush when I was in high school, he'd always smell so manly but not too much, just perfect enough to make you go crazy when you smell it. Brings back too many memories;-; ]

[ Sorry :') >

"Do you have to do something more?" Joonha comes back after scanning his body up and down for five minutes, so I tell him to stand right before me to check it one last time. "Not really, and you can put your pants back properly."

"Finally," he lets go of it and lands by my side. "It makes me love my reflection so much, I'm happy you took care of the design. It looks exactly like I wanted it to."

"I'm glad you like it," I tell him but he sets his eyes on mine. "Thank you. I'm gonna show it to my dad," he jumps out of the bed to get out of the room, so I follow him, willing to see Mister Jeon's reaction.

"Dad!" he reaches the lower floor and heads up to him, who is still working on his laptop, and makes him turn around. "Look!"

Mister Jeon turns around to see what it is, but his lips part once he lands eyes on him. "It's amazing, right?" he stands before him. "Are you the one who drew this, y/n?" he peeks at me, and I nod. "Yes."

"This is gorgeous. You did such a wonderful job," he looks closely, not missing a single inch of this drawing I made. "I'm going to ask for the tattooist to do that once I have enough money."

"You do know how painful it is, don't you?" his father does not forget to remind him of the worst, but he shrugs as if it did not matter. "I'll be fine."

"Sure," Mister Jeon scoffs, more informed than us both and aware of how horrible this must be to get a tattoo like this one. Now that he showed his new torso, Joonha comes back towards me and smiles. "Thank you," he passes by me to head to his puppy, who did something I will never be able to erase from my mind.

"My Choco baby," he picks him up to press a kiss on his head but peeks up at me, and he smirks, remembering what happened earlier. "Come and pet my baby," he steps closer to me, but I shake my head. "He doesn't deserve it."

"How dare you say that?" he gapes at me, getting offended for his puppy. "Look at his cute face," he holds it with one hand and cups it, making it hard for me to contradict him. "Look how adorable," he uses a smaller voice while playing with him, getting me to giggle but walk away. "See, you can't resist him."

I shake my head to refuse to admit it, and I sit down at the table, but he comes with me and goes on the chair on my right to leave Choco on his lap. "Dad, where did y/n get the cookie?"

"I gave it to her," he answers while typing and keeping his eyes fixed on the laptop screen. "And why didn't I get one too?"

"Because you weren't here," he does have a point. "And can I have one now?"

"Did you take y/n's one?" he turns his head to look at him, so I do the same but cannot help smiling. "I didn't. I just took a bite to taste it."

"You can wait for dessert then," he does not treat him the same way, offering me some satisfaction without even knowing. "Oh, I see. She can, but I can't. You're already favoring her because she's a girl."

"Stop whining like that," he makes fun of him, not taking it seriously. "Tch..." Joonha emits, petting his puppy and comforting himself with the attention and love he gives him.

This puppy is cute, I cannot lie, but less than he was before humping my leg.

"What?" Joonha remarks, noticing I am staring at him caressing Choco. "Do you want some petting too?" he smirks after lowering his voice so that his father would not pay attention, but I glare at him and avert my eyes from his face, not even wasting saliva for him.

"Don't you wanna play some games in my room? On pc or PS5?" he puts Choco down on the floor, and he earns some interest from me. "What games?"

"I don't know. Minecraft, League Of Legends, Apex, or something else. You can pick," he lifts his arms up to stretch and hold them behind his head. "I don't want to play right now."

"Okay then, and what do you want to do?" he asks for another option, so I think about one to not be boring. "Nothing. Sometimes it's good to do nothing."

"You literally slept until two today, are you kidding me?" he uses this as an argument again, making me sigh and ignore him. "Alright then. We'll do nothing."

"You can do whatever you want, you don't have to follow me, you know," I point out, but he still shrugs at me. "I invited you to spend time together, not to be alone and do what I can do when you're not here," his soft side shows from out of nowhere, fluttering my heart with cuteness. I smile and give in. "Let's play some games before dinner," I stand up, and he does the exact same to drift to his bedroom together and leave his father.

•••

6:30 pm.

I walk down the stairs before Joonha since he is in the bathroom, and my eyes first land on Mister Jeon, who is setting the table for dinner, but he does so at the same moment and makes us get into eye contact.

He smiles at me, softly, and I cannot help but return this. "Can I help?" I ask him, in a quiet voice, but he shakes his head. "No need to. You can sit down and wait, I'm coming with the food," he refuses to let me give him a hand, so I do not persist in case he might find it annoying, and I head towards a chair to stand behind it and grip the back.

The smell of the food warming up is so mouth-watering, it is insane.

"What is Joonha doing?" he peeks up at me, his glasses still on his nose. "He had to pee before coming here," I tell him what his son said to me, and he nods. "Okay," he moves away to go to the kitchen and get the large dish. "What do you want to drink?" he asks, stopping the cooking to come back with the food. "Do you have Sprite?"

"Yes," he smiles and puts the meal down, but Joonha makes some noise upstairs and joins us, so I sit down. "Bro, I'm sweating so much it's annoying," he fans himself with a small fan in his hand, the air blowing in his face and hair. "I'm on my period, but you're worse than I am."

"Is being on your period the same as going through menopause?" he frowns at me, his dangling earring moving. "No, but sometimes we're hot for no reason."

"Shouldn't you be cold since you lose blood?" he does not say anything dumb but shows some smartness, and I cannot disagree. "True, but...I mean, whatever, let's not talk about this," I do not give more details now that Mister Jeon is at the table with us, and he chuckles at me. "Yeah, I don't want to feel sick before eating."

"You're the one who asked though," I do not take the blame for this, and he tilts his head, putting his fan down on the table as his father laid his food before him. "You're right."

"Hope you'll enjoy the food," Mister Jeon sits down, wishing us a good meal, and we both thank him and dig in.

50 minutes later...

"Here is what I am the proudest of," Mister Jeon lays the honey cookies in front of us, his adorable comment putting a bright smile on my face. "You can, dad. I'm proud of you too," his son compliments him and grabs one to eat dessert, and I do the same. "Thank you, son," he bites into one but sets his eyes on me when I was staring, so I glance down at his lips without thinking much about my actions but only trying to avoid eye contact.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" he questions me, but since I only live one day at a time, I do not know what to answer him with. "I'm not sure yet. I'd have loved to skate with Joonha, but I can't, so I'll probably draw."

"Why don't you come and just watch us?" Joonha asks, not giving up on this. "I could," I swallow what is in my mouth to not speak with food in it, but he does not care about that and chews on the cookie. "Then I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

"Alright," I accept this, not wanting to stay home and do nothing instead of spending time with him. "I'll have to wait for four in the afternoon since it's Sunday, uh?" he believes that I am lazy, so I kick him under the table, and he giggles. "No. I'll be awake in the morning."

"Good, I'll wait for you to text me first," he breaks his cookie into small parts to eat like a baby, and I grin but look back at his father. "What about you, Mister Jeon? What will you do tomorrow?"

"It's Sunday, so I'll clean the house and work out," he finishes the snack before I did, but find it amazing to hear this. "Really? Don't you take a break?"

"It's a break for me, I love working out," he explains, and I understand. "Oh, alright."

"Don't you want to workout with him?" Joonha adds a remark I wish he could keep to himself, but I do not even shake my head, I smile, shyly. "I'll be dead after a few minutes."

"He can be your coach," he points his finger at him. "Trust me, you'll never give up with him."

"Why?" I do not understand the meaning behind this, and a chortle escapes him. "He's a tough coach, he's never gonna let you give up."

"I'd be kind with her," Mister Jeon contradicts his son, grasping my attention but making me imagine what this would be like. "And why does she get preferential treatment?" Joonha expresses his discontent about it, but a corner of Mister Jeon's lips curves up. "Because she's a woman, and she's not a brat like you are."

"Tch, I'm offended," he leans back in his chair, not appreciating how favored I am, but since this is the perfect opportunity to provoke him, I laugh at him, getting his eyes to send me a glare, and his hand to slap my arm. "I'll never invite you again."

"I'll come without any invitation," I shrug my shoulders at this threat, disregarding it. "I'm pretty sure my dad would let you in, so I'm not even gonna try to argue," he gives the man a look, so I check his reaction but see him smile.

He is so attractive, but even more when he does that.

"I won't train anyone anyway, I'm not good at it," he goes back to this topic, making it difficult for me to not want to know more. "How do you know that?" I hesitate to be curious, fantasizing about being alone in a gym room with him, who would be teaching me. "Hm, I just know that I'm good at working out on my own, but I wouldn't be able to train anyone. I could be there to help you if you want to do it with me and have someone by your side, but I can't train."

"He'll put you on his back and do some push-ups like he used to do when I was little," Joonha brings back some memories of his childhood I do not know anything about, causing his father to remember it and show some signs of delight. "You were small enough to do it, she's not."

"Oh, I'm not sure about—" a second kick in his calf cuts him off, and he takes it, knowing he deserves it. "Give her a break, Joonha."

"Why would I? She's always provoking me, but she just acts like an angel because she's in front of you!" he tells lies to make me the bad guy, and I instantly gasp, not liking how false this is. "That's not even true!"

"Yes, it is," he laughs, finding it fun. "No. You're the one starting all the time."

"What a liar you are," he grabs another cookie in the dish in front of me, but I hold back from punching him. "We both know why you tease and annoy her so much, hm?" Mister Jeon fixes his pretty eyes on his son, an expression full of confidence exuding from his face. "I just like to do it."

"But you only do it if you like the girl," he licks one of his fingers after finishing another cookie, and the sound of this sentence makes me react against my will. "That's not even true," Joonha sneers at his affirmation but pushes his inner cheek with his tongue. "I know you like the back of my hand, so there are many things I could tell her to embarrass you and take revenge for her."

"But you're not gonna do it because you love me, right?" he smiles at his father, internally praying for him to not roast him, and Mister Jeon stares at him for a few seconds, toying with the bottom of his glass.

All our attention drifts away at the sound of a phone ringing, and Mister Jeon takes hold of it, stands up after checking his screen, and leaves the table to pick up the call.