He will never get sick of doing it.

I glare at him, not even knowing what to say since this is useless to argue with this brat.

"I'm joking, it's his. You'll sleep on the floor," he goes even further, surely to get a reaction from me, but no time for me to even shoot back, Mister Jeon does it instead. "Keep talking to her like that, and you'll be the one sleeping on the kitchen floor for a whole week, my boy."

Finding it funny this time, I smile and taunt the one who was provoking me by sneering, but he looks daggers at me and mouths a 'little shit' in order for his father to not hear him.

"I saw you, dumbass," Mister Jeon gets me to laugh a little too loud, and the embarrassment covers Joonha's face, forcing him to walk away. "I'm leaving. Stay with your pet after hurting your loving son's feelings."

"Jeez..." Mister Jeon does not take this dramatic young man seriously but scoffs, and he glances up at me. "You can go and do something else if you want. Don't feel obligated to do this task."

"I'm fine, I don't mind doing it when I'm with someone," I do not cease but notice that he is done, and he turns the faucet. "Does that mean you have to do it all by yourself at your house?" he does not take a break but now puts the dishes and utensils where they have to be. "Yes. My mom doesn't like to do any tasks."

Without even expecting it, I read some surprise upon his features. "Isn't she the one cleaning and taking care of the tasks at home?"

"She's not," I do not lie, hoping for him to discover another bad side of this woman. Both of us stare into each other's eyes, and his eyebrows raise as he froze for a moment. "Well, that's a bit sad and disappointing. You must have a lot of things to do," he closes a cabinet, and I put the dish towel down. "No, I don't even pay attention to it anymore."

"Call me if you need help one day," he smiles, effortlessly putting the same expression on my face. "I'll come and do it for you while she's away. She won't know anything."

"No, I'd never do that," I do not even think about agreeing with this, even if this would be an amazing opportunity to have him near me. "You already have so much stuff to do. I'd rather do it myself."

"I wouldn't mind, to be honest. I'm not even that busy, and Joonha will probably go and do it for me if he knows you called for that," he turns his back to me to get a drink out of the fridge, and I look at him lean over. "You think so?"

"Yes," he closes it to lay his eyes on me and take a sip of water. "Joonha wouldn't mind doing an annoying task if it's to be with you."

I wonder if he is truly telling the truth or emphasizing it. From his point of view, it seems like Joonha enjoys his time with me, but from Joonha's point of view, it seems like he does not care that much.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it," I say the only answer that comes to my mind, not knowing how to react the right way. As if everything that I was doing or saying was making us awkward, he smiles and glances away.

"Anyway," he ends this topic. "I'm gonna be in my office to do some work while the food is cooking, so call me if you need anything, alright?" he grabs hold of the glasses he took off earlier, and he puts them back on. "Alright," I do not hold him back, having no good reason to do so. He smiles at me for the last time, touching my heart with a mere look of his deep brown eyes, and he walks away.

What am I going to do now that Joonha is back in his bedroom? I should just wait at the table and draw until someone comes back to me.

•••

2:40 pm.

"Hey," after remaining quiet for some long minutes, Joonha leans towards me to use the table as an armrest, so I peek up at the screen that he is showing me. The picture of a guy that I have never seen before. "Rate him," he tells me.

"I don't rate people," I refuse to do such a stupid thing but continue to draw on my phone, and he does not move at all as if he was staring at me. Feeling his eyes fixed on me, I raise mine up and confirm what I was thinking. "What?"

"You're a good girl," he praises me, not knowing how much I love it. "I tried this with some of my female friends and they all did it. You're my favorite now," he smiles and goes back in his previous position to be busy on his phone.

I cannot even trust his words or believe in them, but it makes me feel great, for some reason.

"So you're telling me that you don't spend time or never rate girls? Uh?" I do not hesitate to ask him since it seems to be a problem, and he shakes his head. "It's dumb, and on top of that, what's the point? Girls who are considered as ugly are sometimes much better than the "pretty" ones, so I don't waste my time rating faces or bodies."

"Hm, sure," I doubt the truthfulness of this answer he gave me but feel like he is being honest. Hearing the skepticism in my voice, he turns his head and looks into my eyes. "I'm serious. For once."

"That's why it's so hard to believe you," I do not lie about it, and his laughter runs out of his mouth. "You're so mean," his eyes drift back to his phone, but the sound of a door opening brings my attention towards it.

I check what Mister Jeon is doing, this one stepping out of his office. I do not get distracted by anything but him, and I watch him walk up to the kitchen without saying anything, seeming focused but looking so attractive with his glasses, his pair of trousers, and unbuttoned shirt.

Feeling all my interest get stolen by him, I cannot fight against it but check what he is doing, wondering if he needs help or maybe company. I would not mind giving it to him. All my time, all my attention. I would give everything.

I need to make up my mind. This is not right to feel like that for a man, but I cannot help it.

A kick in my foot makes me drop my eyes on something else very quickly, and my head gets cleared from all the mess I created with fantasies. "I'm gonna kick your ass, girl," the man next to me whispers near my ear, threatening me and staring. I pretend to be unbothered and look into his eyes. "What?"

The corners of his lips softly turn up as a response to my fakeness, and he crosses his arms over the table, licking his lips that are decorated with a silver ring on the bottom one.

"You literally tell me that I'm a good girl some seconds ago, and now, you threaten to kick my ass?" I find a way to release the tension that I can feel between us, and he grins. "Yeah. You're a bad girl now," he keep his voice low as if he wanted those words to not reach his father's ears, and I scoff, nervously. "Shut up...You always make it sexual, goddammit."

"You're the one getting the meaning wrong. What are you talking about, you nasty?" his point gets him to receive a hit in the arm. I will not let him be right about that. "I'm pretty sure you're the type of girl to who I cannot say 'come with me' without you taking it the wrong way, am I wrong?"

"You're wrong," I lie, hating how much he knows me more than I even do. "Why are you smiling if I am?" he points it out to get the truth out of my mouth, and I giggle against my will but push him away. "I knew it."

I raise my eyes to peek at him, not even denying it anymore. I cannot lie. I love how annoying he can be, I thought I would hate to be teased like that all the time, but I actually love the way he does it. He knows when to start or stop.

Finally, he keeps quiet and looks down at his phone, so I look for Mister Jeon but see him stand on one spot, one hand in a pocket of his trousers while the other is holding his phone. His legs are so long, his entire body is so perfectly thick. I wish I was as good-looking as he is.

"Do you like cocks?" Joonha causes a frown to instantly form on my face, and we make eye contact. "Like, you know, those things with a pinkish and fleshy head, and all?" he smirks at me, whispering like a coward while speaking nonsense and showing no signs of maturity. "No."

"No? Did you know that the biggest one in the world is white though? It's very hairy but—"

"Can you shut your small brain off for a minute?" I talk in a quiet voice ad well, near his face, but he does not move back, he shakes his head and smiles at me, cutely. "We both know what type of cock you like, and it's not the one I was talking about right now."

"I only like big ones, so certainly something you do not have, damn moron," I try to offend the man he is to not hear him anymore, but he tongues his inner cheek and sneers. He must have taken this as a joke. "Sure, baby girl..." he mumbles and averts his eyes from me. "I told you not to call me that."

He rests his head on his fist and tilts his head to the side, and he stares into my eyes with his big ones that I cannot even look too much at if I want to avoid being trapped.

"Baby girl," he whispers and winks at me, and I laugh without wanting to, but his father joins us. He sits down where his laptop is and opens it.

I look up at him, hoping for him to be too busy to notice me, but our eyes meet. None of us break the contact for a few seconds, then out of nervousness, I look down at my screen, this one that turned dark after not touching for too long.

"Seunggil wants to go skating, are you ready to join us?" Joonha asks me, but I do not answer right away. I do not want to leave the house, I want to stay here and spend time with Mister Jeon.

This is childish of me, pretty stupid as well, but I feel like I can never be near him without having anyone around.

"I don't know...I'm scared to go there and not feel good or have cramps and ruin the mood," I use a good excuse, feeling bad for it. "Oh," he combs his fluffy hair back. "Well, it's fine, you can stay here if you want," he does not ask again as if he understood me, and he texts someone I believe to be the silver-haired boy. "We have some painkillers if you need, so don't hesitate to ask," Mister Jeon makes it obvious that he was listening, and I nod to him, with a smile on my face.

"If I pass by the grocery store, do you want me to get some snacks you like to eat on your period?" he kindly shows some care, doing something no one ever did for me. This might seem simple and insignificant, but it means a lot to me. I feel alive here, like my life is important.

"Nutella," I tell him, but a soft laughter runs out of his mouth. "We already have that here. Do you want some now?"

"Not now," I allow my body to have a long break since we had lunch only two hours ago, and he smiles. "Alright. I'm gonna go," he stands up, leaving the chair he was occupying on my right. "I'll call you once I'm at the grocery store, dad. Okay?" he puts the chair properly under the table, and Mister Jeon gazes up at him. "Yeah, be careful on the road and remember to come back for dinner."

"I will, don't worry," he reassures him with a soft expression, and he heads up to the front door, wearing his pair of tight jeans and white t-shirt that he put on before lunch. He puts his shoes on, Choco already understanding what this means and barking while jumping on him.

Once he is done, he presses a kiss on his puppy's head and grabs his skateboard, but he does not go out, he looks at me. "See you later," he lifts his hand up to his face and gestures that he will keep an eye on me, making me laugh before stepping out. "See you, dad! Love you."

"Love you too," Mister Jeon's lips curve up into a smile full of delight, and the door gets closed.

Choco does not bark anymore but sits down in front of the door, already missing the human he loves the most. This is so precious to witness.

"If you ever want to take a nap, you can sleep in Joonha's bed. He won't mind it," Mister Jeon does not let any moment of silence fill the house, and I look at him. "Alright. I wouldn't want to waste my time sleeping though. I'll do that once I'm home."

As if this had caused something to him, he expresses some soft emotions and sets his eyes on me. "Are you okay though?"

"I am, why?" I do not get the real meaning behind this question, but he shrugs. "Nothing. I just want to make sure you're not in pain or anything."

"Oh, no, I'm fine," I shake my head, realizing this was about my period. This is not my fault. He always gets me to be flustered.

•••

3:50 pm.

The time still going and my stomach asking for some food, I stretch on the sofa and think about what I am about to do.

Should I stand up and succumb to my cravings or stay here and wait for dinner?

This is so complicated, but once I am home, the Nutella will be so far away from me.

The struggle being felt through my whole body and mind, I heave a sigh and drop my head on the back of the sofa, but the door of the gym room suddenly opens, getting me to be startled. My eyes land on Mister Jeon, but my heart skips a beat once I catch sight of him in only a pair of sweat shorts.

Beads of sweat rolling down his tanned skin covered in tattoos, he wipes his face and closes the door, but a heavy gulp goes down my throat to dry it. "Hey," he smiles at me, breathing hard and causing his tough chest to rise and go down at a fast rhythm. "Hey," I smile, coyly, feeling nervous at the sight of his half-naked body.

His body looks so much more buff and fit than I expected it to.

"Have you been here this whole time?" he slides the towel down his torso, the temperature of my body shooting up. "Yeah...I was drawing," I attempt to not lose against the power that the temptation has on me and keep my eyes on my screen.

"Oh," he lets out, in a sharp breath. "You could have worked out with me," he chuckles but gets my eyes to land on his body and face again. I smile without saying anything, and he walks away, passing by the right side of the sofa to go behind me and head to the bathroom.

I usually do not pay attention to men's bodies because I do not care that much, but this man has such an aura that I cannot even try to avoid it or escape from the trap it engenders.

He is undeniably hot, and I hate myself for behaving or feeling the way I do for him.

Knowing I need to clear my head and mind, I get out of the sofa with my phone in my hand, and I make my way towards the table, hearing Choco's paws hit the parquet floor and knowing he is following me. I sit down on a chair, and I peek down at my phone at the sight of a new notification.

< are you still alive? You haven't lost too much blood? You good? ]

Joonha and his twenty years old brain.

[ I'm not. I had a hemorrhage on your sheets >

< you're gonna clean that up ]

[ if I want to >

< not "if you want to". You're gonna do it because I tell you to ]

[ the only orders I'd obey are the ones from your dad >

< stop sipping over my dad girl ]

< simping* I fucking hate this autocorrect shit ]

[ lmaoo >

I leave my phone on the table at the sound of Mister Jeon coming back and glance up, but I only catch sight of a man with a towel around his hips. He does not even look in my direction but enter his bedroom that is right next to him.

Today, my eyes have seen much more than my head has imagined about him. I will not regret coming here.

A bark from Choco snaps me out of my thoughts, and I peek down at him, knowing he is right next to me. His adorable big black eyes stare back at me, and he goes on his back paws to come closer to me and touch the side of my leg. I smile at this cute behavior, forgetting what he did to me, and I pet him.

He is lucky, he is cute, so I cannot resist. I would feel bad for ignoring him or telling him to go away.

The caresses obviously making him happy, I raise my head up once I hear Mister Jeon again, but this time, he is in a pair of trousers and a shirt.

Now that he is here, I get up, not feeling the motivation to resist the temptation anymore. "Mister Jeon, can I eat some Nutella, please?" I ask before getting in the kitchen, and as soon as he hears me, he nods. "Sure, you don't even have to ask."

"Thank you," I hurry to go and happily get the chocolate paste, feeling hungry for unhealthy food. Not knowing where it is exactly, I open one random cabinet but do not see it in there. "It's here," he surprises me with some unexpected physical closeness from behind and opens the cabinet right above me. Once I see the jar, I get hold of it, and take it out. "Thank you, Mister Jeon," I do it again and grab a spoon, but he only smiles at me and closes the cabinet for me, so I go back to my chair to check if Joonha has said something while Mister Jeon is getting a drink for himself.

< so you're not even denying it. Okay ]

< what are you doing rn? ]

[ eating Nutella, and you? Are you enjoying your time with your boyfriend? >

< it's not my boyfriend you little shit, and are you eating it in the jar >

[ yes I am >

< stop. It's mine. You're gonna put your saliva in it dammit ]

[ too late:) >

< I mean, my saliva is technically already in it so...yk what that means:) ]

[ I don't want to eat it anymore... >

< you mind some saliva but not dicks in your mouth? Weird but okay ]

[ I freaking hate you >

< that's what you say now but we'll see in a month:> ]

[ it will be the same as it is now. What do you think? >

< sure babygorl:> ]

[ ugh you're so annoying >

< see, you're moaning already ]

[ leave me alone and go ask for a blowjob to your fav one >

< keep talking about this, and one day, one damn day, you'll feel my dick in your throat, I swear and I can already tell you that you'll choke hard on it ]

[ like a little worm sliding down my throat, right?:3 >

< so right you'll even get teary eyes and a sore throat:3 ]

As I was about to write an answer, a new text that does not come from him grasps my attention. I frown at the unknown number but check what it says.

< Idk who the fuck you are but you better stop flirting with my boyfriend ]