— Next day —

Thursday, September 2nd, 2021.

6 am.

I leave the bathroom after getting ready but fall upon y/n leaving the bed when she is supposed to be sleeping more since she does not work today. "Hey, what are you doing?" I smile but wrap my arms around her to kiss her lips, not thinking about anything but last night.

"I want to be awake until you leave for work," she stares into my eyes, keeping her chin up to see me. "You better rest after that, alright?"

"I will," she agrees, so I give her another kiss. "I think you forgot to say something," I tease her, needing to hear her say it. "I will, daddy," she guesses well, making my lips curve up right away, and my heart beats harder. "Good girl. You know exactly what I want now," I pass my hand up her back and move away as a bright smile formed on her face, but she touches my waist and follows me out of the bedroom.

30 minutes later...

I chew on the toasted bread and egg to feed myself, the sound of the TV keeping the house noisy. I take a peek up at Joonha, who is eating in front of y/n and me, and I see him take a big spoon of rice.

"You asked for two days off work, right?" I ask to keep the silence away from us, and he raises his blue eyes, as blue as his mother's ones. "Yes, I want to stay home with y/n so I asked for two days. I never took any day off until now, so my boss didn't even mind it."

"Good," I express some relief. "I wish my boss was like y/n's one though. I've never seen any bosses give holidays to one of his employees," he smiles and looks up at her, so I gaze at her too, but she glances down at her food. "I'm not just an employee to him, so that's the reason why he's so protective and caring with me."

"Does that mean he wouldn't do that with your colleagues?" Joonha asks, and she nods. "I'm the only one he's close to, but he doesn't mind it when the others ask for days off. He's an amazing boss, he's very lenient and kind, so he cares about all of his employees' well-being. Unless they're disrespectful," she says something understandable, but Joonha chuckles and briefly gives me a look. "Stop complimenting another man so much, he's gonna be jealous."

"That's not true," I smile and continue eating. "Sure," he attempts to expose what he knows more about me than she does, and I sneer. "I know she is talking about a man who considers her as a daughter, and she can compliment other men."

"Hm. Yeah," he smirks and lowers his look to his dish like a little brat. "Alright, let's not talk anymore but eat," I change my mind and tend towards silence. "Of course, dad."

"You're in a good mood today, uh?" I tongue my inner cheek and lean back on my chair. "I'm always in a good mood."

"Yeah, always," I wipe my mouth and hold the tissue on the table. "I know how to get rid of that attitude though, so keep quiet. Hm?"

He chuckles at me but takes another spoon of rice. "Alright, dad. I don't want to lose my gaming setup, so I shut up now."

"Thank you," the satisfaction flows in my blood, and I finish my meal.

•••

7 am.

"See you later, baby," I hold the side of her throat from behind her chair and press a kiss on her lips to say goodbye. "See you, be careful on the road," she offers me a comforting smile and motivates me with the good impact she always has on me. "I will. See you later and take care of her," I tell the same to my son and rub her neck, and he nods. "See you, and don't worry, she'll be pampered as always," he looks up from his phone to smile at us both, and I give one last caress to her neck before leaving.

I know I can count on him, so I do not even have to worry about anything when she is around him.

I put my shoes on and step out of the house, but I tell them goodbye one last time, and they both answer at the same time, putting a smile on my face.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I land my attention on Joonha once my man is out, and he makes eye contact. "You're very quiet this morning," he drops his elbow on the table and rests his head on his fist. "I'm not."

"Yes, you are," he does not agree with my answer, and I chuckle but glance down, fearing that he might have heard us last night, even though it is nearly impossible since Jungkook's bedroom is downstairs, and his is upstairs. As if he was purposely making me nervous, he keeps staring with his blue eyes, but I cannot maintain eye contact at all, I constantly avoid it.

Finding this fun, he chuckles and leaves the table. "What?" I glare at him now that he is looking away, and he sets his focus back on me while walking closer to me. "You're cute," he heads to the kitchen, so I turn around and check what he is doing.

He knows for sure, so I am just going to pretend I do not know.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" he changes of subject, to my greatest relief, and he comes back with some strawberry milk. "I don't know. I don't like to take days off honestly."

"What do you mean? How can you not?" he sits down next to me and shows some shock. "I don't like to not have anything to do, so it's annoying when I don't work and stay home."

"Oh, you're a very rare person then," he raises his eyebrows at me as if he did not understand. "I know. I mean, I sometimes like to do nothing and just chill in front of a livestream, but I like working and being busy too. Especially since working means money."

"Oh, now I relate," he nods and sips on the milk like a baby. I laugh but look down at my phone to read a text from Jimin and Haejun, who asked me how I am doing, and I answer them both.

"Do you wanna skate? I miss going there with you," he asks, so I finish the sentence I was writing and send the text. "Yeah, we could. I miss it too."

"Alright, I get ready, and we'll leave, is it okay?" he puts his drink down, and I nod. "Yes. I'm getting ready too then."

— Next day —

Friday, September 3rd, 2021.

7 pm.

< hey, baby. I'll be home around 10pm, so make sure to eat dinner with Joonha, okay? ]

I read the text I received as I was watching Joonha play and continue to build a new mansion with Seunggil.

[ 10pm? It's so late:< None of us really want to cook anything when you're not home, so we'll order something, is it okay? >

< Not really, but it's better than eating nothing. I know baby, I'm sorry, but this is very important to my colleagues, so I cannot leave too early. It would be disrespectful ]

[ it's alright, but don't drink alcohol and be careful on the road please >

< I will, take care❤ ]

[ ❤ >

I drop my phone on my lower stomach and set my eyes on Joonha's screen, using his lap to rest my legs on them, both of us sitting in our own gaming chair so that he does not have to be crushed by my weight.

"Come back, you're gonna die," he speaks to Seunggil, both mining in a cave. "No!" Seunggil shouts, and the message 'Seun hit the ground too hard' appears in the chat. "You dumbfuck!" Joonha yells at him, abruptly and runs away as I cannot hold back from laughing. "Bro! I didn't see the fucking hole! It's so damn dark because of you, how did you want me to not fall?!"

"I told you to get your torches, so shut the fuck up!" he looks for the spot where Seunggil died, fighting some mobs and not even taking damage. "I forgot, but the asshole I am with didn't want to give me some of his!"

"I need them," he chuckles. "Hurry the fuck up, I found your stuff."

"I'm coming," he says. "Come inside the hole," Joonha replies. As expected from him, he could not control himself. I am not even surprised. "I can't go right into it if it's dry."

"It's fine, it's all wet, there's a waterfall now, so you can slide inside," he laughs like an idiot, and I do it as well but quietly while witnessing this scene. "Alright, baby."

"Are you sure you're straight?" I frown at him, and he turns his head to look at me. "It's just a bro thing, you can't understand."

"Oh, sure. I forgot that bros like to suck each other's lollipop," I put my elbow down on the arm of the chair to rest my head on it, and he laughs. "Hey, we know what lollipop you like, but we don't say anything about it, so leave us alone, okay?" Seunggil dares to let out in front of Joonha, getting him to express his discontent. "Dude, don't you– You shut the fuck up," he scoffs but shows some disgust, and I hide in my chair to not have to be a part of this conversation. "What? We both know which Jeon's lollipop she gets—"

"Shut the fuck up!" he cuts him off, and I nibble on my inner cheek to restrain myself from laughing. "Alright, chill, babe. I'm in the hole, so you can calm your tits."

"I don't have any," he remarks, the two of them having their boy talk while I am just third-wheeling. "You'd want to though, right?"

"Yeah, I'd play with them all the time," he does not even deny it at all, probably not realizing what he is saying. "Ask y/n if you can borrow hers," he lacks a brain, and Joonha has the audacity to peek at me, but I make it quick to stop him. "You're two dumbos."

"We know it," he admits it, but he closes the door of his house and takes his hand off the keyboard to cup my calf and drink his beer. "I gotta pee, I'm coming back," Seunggil leaves us, and they both take a break. Joonha grabs his phone to focus on it while drinking.

"The fuck? He's only coming back at ten?" he reads his dad's text for sure, reacting the same way I did but internally. "I told him we're ordering for dinner, but I'm not really hungry."

"But you're eating anyway because I'm not letting you starve until tomorrow, so I'm gonna cook something," he brings his can down to the desk, his eyes not leaving his phone screen, he licks his lips and nibbles on his bottom one, where his piercing is. "What do you think about some fresh burgers with some juicy meat and melted cheese?"

"Juicy meat? I'm down for it," I laugh with shame and see him react the same way. "Not even surprised," he sighs to pretend to be tired of me, and he stands up. "Come with me, I'm gonna cook."

I rise and follow him, and Chocco does the same to not stay here.

"Are you mad at my dad?" he puts his phone in his pocket and walks down the stairs. "I'm not. I'm just sad he has to stay so late over there. Why? Did he say anything?"

"No, I'm just wondering because he's worried you might be a little upset or think he cares more about his colleagues than you," he turns around once he reaches the floor and waits for me to be by his side. "I won't. I'm not a kid," I head towards the kitchen with him, and he laughs through his nose. "That's what I told him, but anyway," he taps his large hands on the counter. "I'm starving, so let's cook my juicy meat."

I shamefully chuckle, but I do not say anything about this, I keep quiet.

•••

10 pm.

The time seeming horribly long and endless, I stare at the ceiling of the living room while thinking about everything that happened two nights ago but hear Joonha quickly walk down the stairs. The butterflies I was feeling everywhere disappears, and I catch sight of Joonha, standing behind the sofa in grey shorts and a black hoodie, with his hood on.

I set my eyes on him, and he stares at me. "You good?"

"Do I look like I am?" I point at my face, and he licks his lips but lays his hands over the back of the sofa to lean towards me. "You look like you cried or smoked weed."

I chuckle and roll my eyes at him. "You're dumb."

"I know," he smiles without denying. "You're my model, so I try my best to be like you."

"You're so funny on top of that..." I add, noticing that he is not moving. "Why are you even here? Did you miss me?"

"Yeah, I wanted to see your ugly face," he snaps back, and I express different emotions. "I actually want a snack."

"Oh, that's why you came up to me. I'm the snack," I smile, but he laughs and straightens his back. "I see I rubbed off on you. I'm proud, but you're my dad's girl, so don't flirt with me, or I tell him about it, okay?"

"What?! I'm not flirting, I'm joking!" I slap his hand that is at my reach, but he puckers his lips and acts like he does not believe me. "Sure. I know you now, I know what you're tryna do because I'm a hot boy."

"You jerk, you're the one who talked about your juicy meat just earlier, so shut up!" I defend myself as much as I can, even if I know he is not serious at all. "But remind me of who said 'I'm down for it'," he bends over to prick up his ears, so I grab a pillow and hit his face with it. "I hate you, dumbass."

"I know you don't," he giggles and walks away to go into the kitchen and get a snack. I cannot believe he is still hungry after what we ate. "Do you have a stomach or black hole instead?" I sit up to set my eyes on him, and he turns around with a bag of chips. "I don't think you wanna know where the black hole is," he opens it and comes back towards me. "I knew it..."

"Why do you ask then?" he chuckles, making a point. He sits down near me and takes his hood off to reveal his messy brown hair and dangling rose earring, and he eats. "Stop talking."

"Hell no," he munches the Doritos, his big eyes never leaving mine. "The less you wanna hear me, the more you hear me. It's simple."

"Then keep talking, I wanna hear you," I try reverse psychology, but his face shows that I failed. "It won't work. You're not smart sometimes."

"That means I am, on some occasion, unlike you," I reply to counter-attack, but he only seems indifferent. "Hm. Lame," he speaks with his mouth full, and he shoves his hand in the bag again to put more in his trap. "By the way. I need to talk about something important."