"When I asked her what was that, she got mad but never told me anything. She even tried to snatch it out of my hands, but I know her handwriting, so I know she is the one who wrote this," she answers as I cannot take my eyes off of the paper.

' THIS IS WHAT I DREAMED OF GUURL! He was exactly like this right in front of me '

I check the drawing she made right underneath but barely react to the naked body into which she put a lot of details, and which is supposed to be mine since those are my features. This drawing could have been an amazing one if she did not make it so inappropriate with my face expressing an emotion similar to pleasure, and an erection.

I sigh but turn it upside down to put it down. "I'll face her about this, but no need to talk about it with her again. Alright?" I request her to ignore this matter, and she nods to me. "Alright, Jungkook. I won't. I'm sorry that you have to deal with students like that."

"I didn't expect anything better from teens of that age," I open my notebook to stick the drawing between some pages and close it.

•••

7 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

Waiting for Mister Jeon to come and make this day better, I lie down on the sofa and text one of my best friends, Jimin, who just sent me a picture of her new short haircut.

[ you're so pretty, I love how it looks on you >

< you think so? I'm scared that guys might think I'm too boyish😭 ]

[ no it looks feminine, don't worry. And we don't give a damn about what guys think. Since when do their opinion matters? >

< true:( I love you, I wish we could hang out tomorrow since I don't work ]

[ I wish too but I'm not free and I cannot ask for another day free to my boss >

< I know. How is it going with him tho? Has he invited you again lmaoo? ]

[ Yes, I'm actually gonna eat with him next week. I'm scared >

< FR?! Why did you say yes?! ]

< don't you dare say "bcs he's hot" ]

[ I don't go out with a man "bcs he's hot" dumbass. He's just so kind and cute with me, I can't say no, and I like spending time with him >

< how old is he again? ]

[ 35... >

< yeah. Good. It's not enough since you have Mister Jeon now :) ]

[ shut up. I can't control my heart, alright? >

< Haejun said it's not your heart ]

[ he's with you rn? >

< no, but we talked earlier in the gc, and since the only two old guys you like are hot, he said it's not your heart you can't control😂 he's right ]

[ no he's not. You both are disgusting >

At the sound of someone knocking on the front door, I leave this conversation and sit up to look in that direction. My step-mother hurries to head towards it while fixing her hair, ridiculously, and I watch her open to the two men.

She bows to them, so I stand up without letting go of my phone, and my heart races as soon as Mister Jeon comes in and speaks. "Good evening, Harin," he steps aside to let his son do the same, but his big, dark brown eyes drift towards me. I bow to him right away, and he does it back with his head only but also offers me his charming smile. His sharp eyes peek down at my dress, and my brain sends instinctive messages to my limbs.

I am feeling immature again. This man has an incredible impact on me.

"Good evening," he wishes me, making me realize I did not even say anything. "Good evening, Mister Jeon. How are you doing?" I hold my phone in the front of my body but stand on my spot, and he tucks his hands in the pockets of his dark blue trousers, those I expected him to wear. "I'm doing fine, just had a tough day. How about you?"

"I'm doing good," I grin but do not know what to do with my body, so I move and walk up to the kitchen while they are taking their shoes and jacket off. "Y/n, take two glasses out with the red wine."

I do not answer but get to the cabinets to grab two balloon glasses, put them down on the counter, but turn around to talk to her. "The wine is in the cellar...I don't want to go there..." I complain since last time I went down those stairs, I ended up touching a spider and having a panic attack. I could not sleep for several days because of this, so I am not going back there.

To always keep her fake mask on in front of Mister Jeon, she makes sure to come closer and speaks in an undertone. "Stop being a kid and go," she disregards my fears when she could do it herself, but I do not obey. Not to her. "There are spiders there!"

"I do not care. You hurry up," she states. As she said, she does not care, and so do I, so I take the glasses and walk up to the dining table on the right to place them in front of Mister Jeon and Joonha, but I lay my hands over the flat surface to ask a question to the dark blue suit man while she is taking care of the food. "Do you like beer, Mister Jeon?"

"Uhm, yes—"

"Y/n!" she slowly loses her composure after hearing me, cutting her favorite man off. I hold back from smiling and look back at him to whisper. "I'm sorry, I'm just scared to go in the cellar, but she doesn't care."

"Oh, it's fine," he chuckles, softly. "You can give us two beers, we both like it," he understands me, so I take a look at Joonha to see his reaction but see him grin. "You're a kitty."

"Hey," Mister Jeon discreetly hits his son's stomach. "Leave her alone."

"What? I said it in a respectful manner," he has a point, getting me to laugh but go back to the kitchen to get the beers. I do not even pay attention to my step-mother but take the cans out, and I close the door to move towards our guests. I open them so that they do not have to do it, and I pour the liquid into the two glasses.

"Thank you very much," Mister Jeon holds the glass in one hand and takes a sip, then his son does the exact same, looking like a copy of his dad with all his traits, but a younger version of them of course. Now that they are getting hydrated, I throw the empty cans out but hear Mister Jeon speak, so I take a beer for myself and join them, not wanting to waste my time with my step-mother.

"So, how was your day?" he licks his lips and leaves his glass on the table. "It was good, it wasn't too busy, so that was a calm one, but I guess yours was the whole opposite, wasn't it?"

"It was, but I'm used to it. It's been my job for more than ten years now, so I know how to manage my workload and handle long hours of intense work," he straightens his back and seems to be sliding his hands in his pockets, and I gaze down at the tattoos on his neck, the thin chain around it that perfectly rests on his collarbone, but the voice of a woman ruins this moment of peacefulness. "The food is soon ready," she fakes a smile she never puts on in this house, with me, and she sits down on my left to face Joonha.

Meanwhile, Mister Jeon is talking to her as if he did not want the silence to embarrass her by telling her no one cares, I cross my arms and bring my eyes down to the opening of his white shirt. I have never seen him without clothes, so I cannot tell what hides underneath them, but he seems to be covered in tattoos. I know that his arms are, one of his hands, a part of his neck and neck too, so I cannot even imagine what he looks like with no fabric on.

I should not imagine though.

Noticing that he is grabbing his drink, I raise my eyes up to set them on his veiny hand, then look up at his sharp and barely wrinkled features but realize I was not discreet enough to not be caught staring a little too much. Feeling awkward because of this short eye contact, I glance away and sip on my beer.

My heart is suddenly beating so hard, for some reason.

"I'm sorry about making you drink beer, I'll get the wine when dinner's ready," she remarks, but I look at my phone to read the texts Jimin and Haejun sent in the group chat.

Haejun
< bro, I'm exhausted asf all the time I wanna drop out of college ]

Jimin
< stfu you won't. I'm not staying alone in this shit ]

Haejun
< you make it even worse for me you think I'd stay for you? ]

Jimin
< fuck you ]

Haejun
< no thanks ]

Jimin
< dickhead ]

Haejun
< I'm pretty and soft then🥰 ]

[ wth are you both talking about? Can you not have this type of convo when I'm here? >

Haejun
< you barely text in here so why would we? ]

[ I'm busy working, drawing or writing, okay? >

Haejun
< yeah, your smuts and men bodies are more important than your best friends, I see ]

[ you're dumb >

Jimin
< that's what I tell him but he doesn't get it ]

Haejun
< I hate you both😭 ]

[ we're joking. We love you >

Jimin
< I don't. He's a bitch all the time with me here. Anyway how's dinner going with Mister Jeon;)? ]

[ bad. My stepmom made a scene bcs I didn't wanna go in the damn cellar to get some wine that her old legs can't bring her to >

Haejun
< she's old but she still has a model-like body ]

Jimin
< bro ]

[ yeah, thanks to all my dad's money she put in her plastic surgery to get it >

Haejun
< you have a point ]

Jimin
< let's not talk about her. What is he wearing today? ]

[ dark blue suit as always. I feel like a damn immature girl whenever he's around, I hate him >

Haejun
< what does that mean? ]

Jimin
< you like him, thats why ]

Jimin
< that means she gets all excited when she sees him, like her heart beats faster, she reacts over every little thing he does or says, she acts like her celebrity crush is in front of her, and all that stuff. You can't understand, you're a boy ]

Haejun
< oh yeah...I see. Girls... ]

[ at least we're not like "look at her big boobs, her big ass, those thick thighs. I wanna fuck her so bad" like you all boys >

Haejun
< hey I'm not like that. When I'm in love my heart beats faster too and I wanna cuddle with my crush, we guys just have testosterone and different hormones to deal with, okay? So you don't understand, girls who want abs, veiny arms and hands, and big ducks ]

Haejun
< shit, I meant "dicks" ]

[ I gtg🙄 >

I leave the chat to let them both argue without me, and I drink more beer before looking at Mister Jeon. He is listening and looking at my step-mother, nodding, so I check what Joonha is doing but see him have his eyes on me. I ask him what he wants by moving my head, but he sneers and tongues his inner cheek.

"How is it going with your girlfriend?" I ask him, not knowing what to broach to have something to talk about, and his facial expression gives me an answer before his voice could. "Girl...it's better to not act like I never dated anyone," he touches his lip ring, seeming bothered by this topic. "Oh, then what about your puppy? How is he doing?"

"Good," he smiles. "He's growing a little too fast though, I miss when he was so tiny that his hair made him look a fluffy ball. I think I took a pic yesterday while he was sleeping," he drops his eyes on his phone, fidgeting on his chair as if he could not remain still. I wait to see it and peek at his dad, feeling like my eyes or body need a daily dose of him a bit too often.

I am lucky, he is focused on the woman next to me.

His side profile is as perfect as his front one, but his jawline is so captivating when it is within sight that I cannot take my eyes away from it.

This is just so crazy to me how simple things can turn into incredible ones if this concerns the one you like or have a crush on.

"Here," Joonha drags my attention back on him, so I lean over the table to set my eyes on the picture. "He's so cute," I smile at the sight of Choco, the white and brown fluffy puppy. "How old is he again?"

"Three months old," he turns his device back towards him. "He's so cute."

"You'll come to our house one day, and I'll let you hold him. This will be one of the best days of your life, I'm telling you," he claims with no doubt at all, making me chuckle but not disagree. "I can't wait then."

"It's my house though. Who said you can invite whoever you want?" Mister Jeon chimes in the conversation with no warning and gets my eyes to only see him, from closer now. He smiles at me, my mouth not letting a single word out. "You said I can invite my friends. Y/n is a friend of mine," Joonha replies to him, so he breaks eye contact. "Hm. I changed the rules."

"Your dad is mean, Joonha," I indirectly tease this intimidating man, staring at his son to not have to handle his piercing look. "I know, right? He's so authoritative, I can't do anything at home, and I still get scolded like a thirteen years old kid. He's such an annoying dad," he digs at him but grins to make it evident he is not serious, and Mister Jeon takes it the right way. "Sure. I'm like the best dad anyone could get. You're just a whiny boy," he compliments himself and takes another sip of his drink, but the woman comes back to ruin the mood. "Are you all hungry?"

"Yes, I'm starving," Mister Jeon answers again. I never hear Joonha once she is the one talking as if he had a problem with her. Who would not anyway? He probably sees through her all the things she hides when she is with people other than me. "Alright, let me serve the food for everyone," she stands up and goes back to the kitchen, so I lean back on my chair but hear someone else rise from their spot.

"Do you need help?" Mister Jeon takes his suit jacket off, revealing the tightness of his white shirt pressed against his muscular figure. I do not eye him up but feel the frustration fill me at the speed of light. I wish he would not be so kind to her.