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

'My boyfriend'? How did this person even get my number?

< jk jk. I'm Seunggil, dont text him like that tho, it turns him on ]

[ what lmaoo? How did you even get my number >

< I saw it on his screen while reading his texts, don't tell him I told you that, but those types of texts low-key turns him on lmao just saying. I thought he was dating someone when I saw that convo ]

[ oh okay, I see. You're reading over his shoulder lmao >

[ does that mean he doesn't text other girls like that tho? >

< I never saw him text a girl other than his ex like that, and I know him more than he knows himself lmao. He only texts his best friends like that so me and the guys you see when you come skating with us ]

[ good to know, I'm gonna use this against him, thanks for the info:> >

I leave this conversation to go back to Joonha, but this new number sends a cute crying emoji and regrets telling me.

[ teary eyes because it tickles, that's all. And stop talking about this, I wanna enjoy some Nutella. If you don't I'm gonna spit in it >

< I'll spit in your mouth then, we'll be even ]

[ maybe I wouldn't mind >

[ joking >

< I know you wouldn't mind ]

[ anyway, I got to know that this convo turns you on so I'm leaving for the chocolate >

< WHAT?! it doesn't turn me on! ]

[ sure:> bye I wanna talk with your dad, not you >

< leave my dad alone ]

< I'm going to the grocery store rn anyway, I know you miss me, so I'm coming back earlier than planned ]

[ already?! >

I smile unwittingly while reading the texts he sends me, wondering why he is coming back so soon when he usually takes longer at the skatepark. For a few seconds, I take my eyes off of my phone and fill my spoon with the chocolate paste to lick some of it, and I let it melt in my mouth, before doing the same again and checking Joonha's message.

< yes, already, and I'll drive you back to your house to get your ass out of there bcs I know you're gonna try something with my dad ]

< or I keep you in my bed for tonight because I need something to cuddle:> ]

[ I'm not a thing >

< wait, that reminded me of something. I was watching a random show the other day, and the guy who was talking to his friend on the phone made me laugh so fucking hard. He called her "my little pussy" and he was serious as if it was as normal as a "sweetheart" lmaoo, I'm sorry but now that I remembered that, this is your new nickname ]

[ wth? This is so ugly lmaoo call me babygirl instead, it's much better than this >

< nope, my little pussy<3:) ]

[ shut up im not texting you anymore lmaoo >

I put my phone down to hold my spoon more properly, and I stick it in my mouth while staring at my screen to wait for Joonha's answer, but his words never allow my lips to not be turned up.

< lmaoo it's so damn ugly, he could have called her my kitten, it's a bit better, but no "my little pussy" was the one he decided to pick. Some people are weird ]

[ or we're just too dirty minded >

< possible ]

Not seeing him type anymore, I slide my spoon inside the jar to get some more Nutella, and I lick this small amount off of it, but my eyes go up towards the only man in this house who joined me some minutes ago. Against expectations, I find myself making eye contact with Mister Jeon for less than a second as if he was already looking.

Did he have his eyes on me or this happened out of pure bad timing?

"Mister Jeon?" I lick my lips to make sure no chocolate is left on them, and he hums but gazes at me again. "How old are your students?"

"Between seventeen and nineteen," he answers me, not drifting his attention away. "Oh, I thought they were younger than that."

"Well, to be honest with you, I sometimes wonder if they are not," he exposes his students who must be very immature and as dumb as what they show on social media. "Why?"

"Because they can be very immature and disrespectful. I sometimes feel like I am teaching twelve years old kids, it's pretty tiring," he sighs, getting it out of his chest as if he had been containing it for too long. "Oh, I'm not surprised. That's what I always hated the most about going to school."

"Same exact problem I had," he chuckles, but with pain through his voice. "I wish parents would educate their kids and raise them better. Teachers wouldn't have to deal with some...terrible kids," he does not use the words he would want to, making me smile at how careful he still is. "Yeah, but some parents forget what their job is, or just don't know how to do it."

"True, it's pretty sad, but it's not like we can change the world," he states the truth that none of us like to hear, and I agree. "Do you notice that it's more difficult with boys or girls though? Or is it pretty much the same regardless of the gender?"

"Honestly," he thinks about it before answering, running his fingers through his brown hair. He keeps one hand on the back of his head and gazes into my eyes. "It depends. It's a bit more difficult with girls because I can easily calm the boys down and make them keep quiet, but it's harder for me to be strict with girls. The problem is that some of them forget about the boundaries between teacher and student, they misunderstand some actions or words, and it gets very complicated."

"Really? How?" I do not get it for sure, feeling like he is talking about the fact that he is attractive and that those young girls might have a crush on him. "Well," he rubs the back of his neck, seeming nervous about this matter. He scratches his skin but lowers his hand to his lap. "I pay a lot of attention to my students and do my best for them to succeed. I take as much time as they need me to, I give them private lessons if they require it, so I am close to my students unless they are ill-mannered and do not show respect. The thing is that it already happened a few times where some young girls tend to mistake that attention for something else..." he unconsciously expresses some uneasiness, his body language betraying him like it never did before. "I already received some notes from my female students, some of them were very tactile, and you know, I don't know how to explain this, but as a man, I can see it when a girl or woman is trying to be a bit flirty, you know, and when you're young, you often go a little too far and end up being very obvious..."

"Have you often felt very uncomfortable because of this type of problem?" I listen to him, finding this very important and not missing one part of the story he is telling me. "I wouldn't say uncomfortable. I'm not sure this is the right word, but it's more, like, I know what they are feeling, we all had a crush on someone we were not supposed to, and deep inside, it was hard to deal with it, so it always hurts me to know that I'm the one putting them in such a situation. I sometimes also feel in the wrong because I don't know if I'm the one being too close to them and friendly, but at the same time, I want them to feel safe and comfortable enough to talk about anything with me and know that I'm here for them. So this is complicated, I do sometimes feel uncomfortable but only with the ones who step over the boundaries and disrespect me."

"It never happened to me, and I'm a girl, so I don't really know what it feels like, but I know for sure that you're not responsible for them falling in love or having a crush on you, and we can't blame them either because in this case, I'm a girl, so I know how they feel, and I know this can easily happen with a teacher like you," I dig a grave for myself by speaking words I should not and making a mess in my head, but he does not show any confusion or discomfort, he actually seems to agree with me. "What do you mean by 'a teacher like me'?" he leans forth to rest his arms on the table, and his playful smile puts me in a flutter.

I should have kept that sentence to myself.

"I meant...like...you're a very attractive man, and you're so caring, sweet, kind, and gentle...very considerate...I don't know, it can easily affect young girls...I guess..." my body heats up at the feeling of the shakiness of my breathing that is gradually hastening and rasping my lungs. "Hm. You think so?" he feigns ignorance, aware of what he is doing to me with no doubt. "I do..."

A hot laughter full of confidence and satisfaction escapes him, and he licks his lips. "You're flattering me a lot. I'm happy to know you think that of me."

I do nothing but smile, feeling shy about it, and I look down but brush my warm cheek with the back of my fingers without knowing why.

"I'm not justifying their actions if they were disrespectful though, I hope you don't misunderstand what I tried to say," I make sure to point it out and clarify this point, but he chuckles and shakes his head. "I know. Don't worry. It only happened twice, so it's not a big deal."

"Still though. Once is already too much," I do not think the same way, believing that no one should be put in this type of situation where they feel very uncomfortable and nearly scared. "Because it only happened twice, but there were other times where it was less serious as you said, right?"

"Yes," he confirms. "The first time it happened, it was very hard for me to deal with the aftermath because I was at the beginning of my career and didn't know how to handle those types of situations. I was twenty-four, and the classes were made depending on the gender, so in the morning, I would have to give my lesson to a class of twenty girls who were around seventeen. I'll always remember that day, it was sunny outside, we were in summer, and I was hot to such a point that I wasn't feeling good, so I had to unbutton a few buttons of my shirt and wasn't wearing anything underneath, and there was this student who would always ask a little too much for my attention before, during, and after class. She'd always want private lessons, but I couldn't say no, it was my job, and I wouldn't have forgiven myself if she had failed because of me. So I spent many weeks giving her private lessons after class, she would always come earlier for my lessons, but one day, on a Friday, I was supposed to go back home to spend time with my now ex-wife and Joonha—"

"Oh, wait, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you were wearing an engagement ring, right?" I ask, forgetting about this detail that should have stopped those girls right away. "Yes, I got engaged when I was twenty, so I had my ring on my finger throughout my whole career until a few years ago."

"Okay," I give him the go-ahead to continue. "I never took it off if that's what you're wondering," he smiles, and I instantly shake my head and correct what I may have unwittingly implied. "No, that's not what I meant, Mister Jeon. I know you wouldn't do that."

"It's just to make sure," he chuckles but does not take offense, and he leans back to carry on. "So on that day, she asked for a lesson, which, as she said, was very important because she didn't understand what I taught them and was scared to fail the test that was happening on the next day, so I decided to stay and help her, but she was acting so different from usual and would always drift the topic to another so that I wouldn't focus on the lesson but talk about myself. When the lesson was done, I took a few seconds and asked her why she seemed so distracted that time and told her that if she needed to talk to me, she could do it. The problem is that it was like a sort of opportunity for her, and she became very nervous, but, out of the blue, she kissed my cheek and hugged me, I wasn't expecting it at all because that's not something you expect from a student, and it made me very uncomfortable, I didn't know how to react exactly, and I told her she shouldn't do that because this is wrong, but she quickly cut me off and told me she had feelings for me and that she couldn't stop thinking about me. She told me she was in love and didn't know what to do anymore because she couldn't focus on her studies but only work during my classes, and all. The first thing I did was to try to push her away in a kind manner. I didn't want any of my colleagues or other students to stumble upon us and misunderstand it, you know, otherwise, that would have gotten me into serious trouble. So, long story short, I made it clear that she shouldn't do this type of thing but remind herself that I was just a teacher to her, that she's a minor, I was married, and no matter how much I cared for her, I wouldn't ever feel that way for any of my students. After that day, I never saw her again, and to this day, I still don't know how she's doing or what happened to her. It was very difficult to stand that because I felt very guilty."

"She completely disappeared after that day?" I raise my eyebrows, not believing what he just said. This sounds way too crazy to be true.

"Yes, maybe she went to another school or she was homeschooled, I have no idea," he does not clear it up, being as uninformed as I am. "And what about the other time? Was it worse?"

"So much worse, that student touched me multiple times even though I told her to stop, but I was already thirty-three, so I knew how to handle it a bit more, but it was still very uncomfortable, and I had to talk about it with the director to not have her in my classes anymore. It was terrifying though because I thought the parents would do something against it and accuse me of horrible stuff since that student was eighteen and way younger. I even feared that the director would side with her and the parents, but he didn't, and he supported me until the end and she got expelled from the school for sexual harassment," he tells me everything, making me feel bad for him and the things he had to go through.

This is not often that we hear about a man being a victim of sexual harassment, this is usually the other way around because most of them keep quiet about it as well. This is sickening. Whether this is a woman or man, we both are on the same page and no side should be taken more lightly than the other depending on the gender.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you won't have to deal with such students again, they don't deserve to have such an amazing teacher," I speak the best way I can to show him I feel his emotions and share them, but he smiles and shakes his head. "Don't be. I know what to do if this happens now."

"I hope," I glance down at my phone to see if Joonha sent me a text but read that he did.

< you want some ice cream? ]

[ no thanks >

< and candies? ]

[ no >

< alright, your fav man is coming back in a few minutes<3 ]

[ don't worry, take all the time you want, no rush:) >

< stop lying:3 ]

I smile at this idiot but hear a phone ringing, not mine, but Mister Jeon's. He grabs it and picks up the call but without standing up, he stays near me which makes me feel like it will not be private.

"You can buy what you want, I haven't started cooking yet, so if you want anything special, get it, alright?" he speaks to Joonha for sure, and I lay my eyes on him, listening but noticing him smile. "Yes. Do you want me to tell her?" he chuckles, making me feel concerned, and his eyes suddenly meet mine. "Joonha got you some more grape juice, and a surprise he doesn't want me to tell you about."

"I can't wait to see it," I rest my jawline on my hand and smile at him, but he returns it. "She said she can't wait to see it," he acts like an envoy to let him know about my answer, the eye contact not breaking. "Yeah, I know. I'm gonna put the rice in the cooker. Be careful on the road," he looks at his laptop screen, ending the call with his son. "See you," he hangs up and puts the phone down.

Now, he sets his eyes back on me and takes his glasses off. "Do you often talk with each other?" he questions me about him as if he wanted to know more about our relationship. "Every day," I tell him the truth and discern some happiness brighten his features. "Hm. That's good," he nods, seeming like he is musing, being busy in his head. I do not turn my gaze towards anything else, but he looks at me again. "Can I ask you a question?" he leans forth, pushing his laptop to be able to put his forearms down on the table. "Sure."

"You don't have to answer it if you don't want to, but I was wondering if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" his words surprise me, my heart beats faster for no reason. I shake my head, not thinking twice before replying. "I don't. Why?"

"Just out of curiosity," he shrugs, not telling me the real reason behind this. Why would he want to know that?

I fiddle with the spoon I left on the table and close the Nutella's jar. "And when was the last time you dated?" he remains very interested in this topic, and I grin but stare down at my phone. "I never really dated, to be honest. The last guy I was in love with used me and hooked up with many girls while pretending to be into me as well."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he feels pity for me, doing what I do not like people to do. "No, it's fine. I'm okay now. I moved on."

"Hope you did. No one deserves that," he says some words I wish every man on this earth would say and mean. "Yeah. I hate people who cheat. They're the worst."

"True. It's like one of the things I cannot forgive, and the fact that my son had to deal with that pisses me off," he closes his laptop, finally, lifting his arms up to hold them behind his head, and he stretches his body.

His robust and muscular chest tightens the fabric of his shirt against his skin, and a moan runs out of his mouth. Many butterflies invade my stomach in less than a second, and I shoot my eyes up to him out of shock.

What the hell did I just feel inside me?

"Ugh, I forgot the rice," he leaves his chair to put it properly under the table, and I straighten my back. "Do you need help?"

"Sure, you can give me a hand if you want. I'm going to start cooking," he softly gazes at me and waits for me to follow, so I rise from my spot and make my way up to him, but for a short second, I catch him looking down at my legs. We both disregard it, but I still cannot ignore it.

20 minutes later...

"Look at this," he stirs into the bowl full of small pieces of salami, and I giggle at how cute the heart shape they have is. "Does it look good?"

"It does, Joonha's going to be happy," I do not even have a single qualm about this statement, and he laughs. "He's going to hate me for cutting them that way, but that's what I used to do when he was still a picky little boy."

I watch what he is doing, finding his way of being careful and very focused adorable. "Don't you have some types of shape cutters? I don't know how this is called."

"I don't have any, I just have some silicone molds to bake cakes, but not cutters," he puts the knife down and takes hold of a box. He turns it around and tries to read the back of it. "The heart shape always seems so easy to make but often ends up looking ugly," he mumbles to himself, holding the box a bit lower and further from his face. "Gosh, I need my glasses."

I move away to go to the table and grab the pair, and I head back towards him. "Here," I hand him what he asked for, and he takes and wears them. "Thank you."

Now that he has them on his nose bridge, he reads the instructions again, but I cannot keep quiet about this. "Is it because of your age or you've always had bad—"

"My age..." he brings the box down on the counter. "My unwanted thirty-nine years old...Unfortunately," he does not show any happiness about it, sounding upset about it. "You still look so young though, so don't worry," I look for a way to reassure and compliment him, and the effect my words had gets shown on his face. "You're so sweet. Thank you."

I cannot control the reaction he gave to my body by calling me sweet, and I hold my hands together behind my back. "What do you think the slices should have?" he lays one hand on the counter to use it as a support, and I imagine them in a dish. "What about a cloud? Or a heart too?"

"What about both?" he finds the best solution, and I show agreement, making him smile and go for it. "Alright, let's do this," he rolls his sleeves up again to fix them around his big arms, but the front door of the house gets unlocked and opened.

Choco runs towards it and barks so that everyone cannot miss Joonha's comeback, and I step back towards the kitchen bar to look at the young man and not act like I do not care about him being here.

"My little baby," he speaks in a small voice to cuddle and pamper his puppy with kisses, giving all his attention to him for long seconds, then he takes his shoes off and acknowledges my presence. "Hey," he gives me his charming smile that many girls would fall for, and he puts his puppy down on the floor to walk towards me with a plastic bag. "You missed me, didn't you?" he whispers near my face once he is close, but I shake my head. "I wish it would have lasted longer."

His eyes go down to my lips, but a cocky smile grows on his face, and he steps away to get to the fridge. "How was it?" Mister Jeon turns around, taking a break. While Joonha is taking the items out, I peek down at the bowl that is filled with the heart-shaped pieces of salami but notice that he covered it with a dish. This is so cute.

"Seunggil fell down? Was it bad?" he wipes his hands with some tissues and glances at me as he must have felt my stare on him, so I drag my attention towards his son and listen to what he is telling. "Not bad. He just hit the railing with his back and was lucky enough to not go over it and end some feet lower in the sand."

"That would have hurt a lot," he raises his eyebrows, tilting his head. "Yeah. He'd have gotten a broken bone for sure," he closes the fridge and puts his face within sight, but once I see the front of his body, I stumble upon a pretty box that he is holding at the level of his chest. "That's for you," he drops it in front of me, so I smile and check what it is.

A box of homemade Yagkwa.

"We passed right in front of a bakery, so I thought this would make your day a little bit better," his soft side melts my heart, and I move forth to be kind and hug him. "Thank you."

His arms encircle my neck to embrace me as well. "I know, I'm a kind man," he pats the back of my head, and I hit him for being too arrogant and leave his clasp. I open the box to taste one, hoping for them to be as tasty as the ones I tried for the first time here.

"Here, have one," I hand one to the kind-hearted young man, and once he grabs it, I also give one to Mister Jeon. "Take one too."

"Thank you," he does not refuse but bites into it, and I swallow what I already chewed on. "How do you find them?"

"Good," he takes another bite. "But Mister Jeon's ones were better," I become a bit of a suck-up for him, and the corners of his eyes crease when his cheeks rise. "Brown-noser," Joonha does not keep it to himself, and I chuckle but cannot hold back from smiling at this true remark.

"She's just telling the truth, what's wrong about it?" Mister Jeon takes all the praise, maybe loving it. He ends his cookie pretty quickly, and Joonha shows jealousy. "Sure, dad. I almost forgot she was your favorite."

Mister Jeon chuckles at him who is back at it. If only he was right though, I would love being Mister Jeon's pet.

•••

11:30 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Joonha?" I knock on the door of his house, wondering about y/n and the time it already is. He does not answer me, so I do not try again but wait a little, and the door opens. "What's wrong?" he stands before me, in a pair of sweatpants. "Isn't y/n going back home?" I ask in a whisper, but his facial expression gives me the answer. "She's been sleeping since we went in my room," the particular fondness he has for her shows off and draws the corners of his lips up. "Oh. Okay. Are you going to let her sleep though?"

"Yeah, I'll drive her home in the morning before you go to work," he peeks at her, who must be lying down on his bed right on the left. "Alright. Where are you going to sleep though?"

"On my chair," he shrugs, not thinking about himself but the girl first. "Sleep in the guest room, Joonha. Your back is going to hurt."

"I'm fine," he does not listen to me, being the pinhead that he is. "I wanna stay with her. My gaming chair is comfortable enough. Don't worry."

"If you say so," I sigh and do not try to convince him. He will not change his mind, I know him too much to believe the opposite. "Have a good night and don't go to sleep too late. I love you."

"Have a good night too, I love you," he never minds telling me those meaningful words that I know, own day, I will miss hearing from him every day before going to bed. To not bother him any longer, I step back and leave to head towards my bedroom.

When I enter my room, I turn one small lamp on and sit down on the edge of my bed, feeling exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep right away. I do not waste more time on my phone but drop it on my nightstand, take my glasses off, and I turn the lights off to be in complete darkness. I push the blanket away to lie down, and I revel in one of the best feelings in the world.