— Next Day —
8:10 A.M.
Sunday July 28,2018
'Y/n's P.O.V'

I press my eyes before they flutter open and absorb the sight of jungkook asleep next to me.I've always been envious of his long eyelashes but in this moment, from the way they cuddle against his skin makes me want to spare him my attention for all the time I have in my hand. His skin is tanned, just perfect despite a faint scar on his cheek so I move my hand to flatten against his skin and rub my thumb forth to feel the warmth of his touch. It's so calm yet exciting the way this man exudes so many emotions out of me.His eyes blink to lay on me with a sleepy haze in his pupils.

"Is that you? Still in my arms?",his thumb brushes my cheek so I scoot closer, tightening my grip around his torso."Yes, why?",I arch my neck to look at him and find myself loving the comfort arousing from our bodies.I don't want to wake up from the bed for the next 5 hours at least." Because I was going to pull you in a hug anyways.You sleep very soundly.",jungkook tells me his observation and I want to make a note of the reason I had a nice sleep, because he decided to hug me from behind every chance my body slipped away from him. I retort on my words as his fingers rest on my back, already spiralling my brain out of control. Instead, I nestle myself in his chest, allowing him to snuggle closer and lay his head on top of mine."This is nice.Let's wake up after a while, hm?", his throat vibrates and I agree with a hum. It wasn't even a question.

- 10:30 A.M. -

I settle my body against the headboard and prop my hands on knees, my eyes searching for the man who is nowhere to be seen so I pull the blanket away to make the bed and check my phone for messages.

Dad
> Are you doing good?]
> Good morning little sunshine]
> 🌞🌅😃🫡👍]

My laugh is muffled and hearty when I pay attention to the emojis he used.He's simply the best man I can ever have as my dad.

Y/n
[ Good morning ☀️<
[ I'm good. How are you?<
[I'll be back home today!!<

I expect a response for a few minutes but put down my phone after no answer.My eyes bounce back at the pillows and comforters to realise the warmth in the duvets that eases in my body. The amount of comfort that jungkook ignites in my body is unbelievably sweet and gentle. I'm not even sure if this is about the bed, if he hugs me to sleep anywhere from a rotten mattress to a soft bed like this, I'll sleep soundly either way.

My attention reverts to the bathroom when he swirls the door open to enter the closet with only his towel hanging from his waist, wrapping his legs but evidently revealing his upper body. I'm unable to fixate my eyes on a certain part at his sight. His hair are wet, two or three strands falling on his forehead, his face still stages some beads of water that navigate to his collarbones , forming a path down his torso which is toned and shows off all the training he does in the gym.

He's rubbing his hair dry with a small towel, looking through his closet drawers, unaware of my breath spiralling out of control. I imagine touching his skin, dipping in the space between his neck and shoulders, running them down his torso to feel the bulge of his muscles and gliding my fingers to touch the expanse of his body. I'm beginning to reel into the realisation that I'm undoubtedly attracted to him and not necessarily in a sexy way but also in a way where I want to lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat to sleep.

He finally catches my eyes gaping at him.It only takes him a millisecond to realise the emotions that he ignites by appearing in a towel. His lips tug in a smile, pride and happiness gleaming in his eyes as if he's delighted to have me look at him. "You're awake.",he leaves the towel in one of the drawers and treads towards the bed, least bothered by the fact that the floor is bound to be wet.

"I'm awake",I look up to him and he narrows his lips on my cheek to press a kiss that evokes a yearning for more."And you're blushing hot like a volcano.",his brown eyes sore directly into my soul, taking my breath away and tearing my composure to shreds. I might be on the edge of my emotions and if he doesn't stop assessing my face like this, the air volcano might erupt. I'm still defying the fact that we've come from bickering to sleeping with each other.

Nevertheless, I don't give his ego a boost with the truth of my emotions and frame my face to calm the heat in my body."Why do you think I'm always hot around you?", I put the covers away, turning my face away from the biggest distraction who heaves his body from the bed to walk back into the closet.

"Because your skin goes from ivory to pink, hot pink. Your chest beats at an exhilarating rate like your heart is gonna explode anytime soon. Your breaths are fastened and heavy and there's this shift in your eyes which tell me, if we give in , it's going to be the end of our control.", I stare at his back while he summarises the circumstances fiercely realistically.

I lick my lips, suppressing the electricity in my veins that rushes at the thought of his words. Something about the air, which is thick with hot tension, tells me he's right. He's right about every part and I've got nothing to defend myself. But I feel safe, I don't need to guard my feelings when it comes to jungkook. My heart doesn't need to be frantic, on a pedestal.I don't need to filter my thoughts through any judgments.I click my phone open and swipe through the message box to find a notification from my dad.

Dad
> I'll see you when I'm back home, okay!]
> We'll have a nice dinner because I'll be cooking today.]
> Don't worry about my mother. She should be busy with a conference today.]
>☺️👍]

Y/n
[I can't wait to see you.<
[Thank you ❤️<

Dad
> ❤️✌️]

I laugh at the unexpected choice of emojis for the upteenth time.

When I don't battle jungkook with any clever words, he walks towards the room, dressed in his classic black parachute pants and a zipped sweater. I register him with a raise of my eyebrows to appreciate his outfit and he tilts his head in acknowledgment. His hands tentatively glide through my waist to capture me in hold and my hands hook around tightly around his neck as I watch his admiration unfurl and scatter evenly across his face. Suddenly, I feel conscious of my dishevelled hair and puffy face but his pupils devour every inch of my face , instantly subsiding my embarrassment.

His hands draw circles on the back of my waist and flatten to spike the familiar rush in my body that only he accelerates. He's breathtaking and he's drawing my face in such an enduring way that my bones break in excitement. I decide to roam my hands in his hair and ecstasy raptures on his face, my favourite smile bursting his lips wide."I already miss you.",his face dips in the hollow of my neck, sending a kiss in my weak spot.

I swallow a breath of air at the imminent thrill of the kiss."I miss you too.",He moans at my voice and I shut my eyes close to capture this moment in my memory. Day by day, I'm getting addicted to him."In that case, the boys have a plan of going to arcade. Would you like to join us?",his face lights up in hope and I let out a chuckle at his question.

"I think you can't live without me", I tease him and there's no denying that I'm right."Are you in love with me, Jeon Jungkook?",I wrinkle my eyebrows at me and his eyes soften. I feel his heart hammering in his chest against my body and he pays me a warm and enticing gaze."Do you want me to be in love with you?",he cocks his head in a mysterious hope.

I'm afraid we are nearing the edge of breaking our promise.And I'm even more scared that I'm losing myself in his eyes when I think about whether our lips would fit perfectly.

"No, I've got some assignments to complete and have errands.",I diminish the conversation in the air and he displays a dejected look, disappointed that I didn't meet his hopes. I wonder if his body tenses at the same degree as mine when he thinks about our promise."So that means I'll see you in school tomorrow.", he asserts and I affirm by a simple nod.

He stares at me with a lingering gaze, a desperate and slow look that begins from my eyes and rests on my lips, hovering a turbulent ache in my body, an ache full of curiosity and passion. I hate how much we're advancing in this game of who gives in first but I can't get enough of the blinding warmth and euphoria that I'm experiencing. In any case, I see how he's struggling to hold his walls, his jaw tenses and he pulls our bodies closer."Then, let me see you until my heart is content enough till  tomorrow.",My sanity is wrecked.

-2 hours later -

The door makes a swift sound when I push it open and my eyes scoot around the living room to take a brief sight of my mom's appearance.

A deep silence is morphed in the air and my nerves relax when I sense no one except me. I pick my pace towards the stairs but I'm stunned when I hear a faint voice emerging from my parents room. I tilt my face near the corner of the wall to take in mom's figure. She's conversing on a phone call and clearly isn't aware of my presence from her heightened voice. My heart falls in a conflict for a while as I consider eavesdropping for an unknown reason but decide it's better for me if I lock myself in my room until she's gone. She should be heading for a conference anytime soon.

"I'm sick of her",I hear her high pitched voice and my body refuses to further in the living room. I find myself resisting to find the way to my room and instinctively cling to the wall as my brain deadens for a moment.

"It's better if I spend the night at your place. I can't tolerate them when I'm here.", she says, letting out a harsh exhale.

My heart breaks in utter desolation and infuriation . A bundle of emotions contain my breath in my throat and I found a beeline for my defense."No, it's not that. I've tried so much and you know about it. I can't live like this with them. It's better when I'm away from it.",her tone is filled with vexation and frustration. This is my last straw of normalcy. I can feel a heavy thud on my heart, a strange anxiety bubbling in my brain. Is this what she feels about her own family? Her own home? I begin to reason her words and wonder if something happen between mom and dad. He seemed perfectly alright, no hint of anything bad.

I still can't believe what I just deciphered."I thought it would be nice. At first, it was but now it's all too tiring and repetitive. I don't even know if he cares about me, he's just attached to y/n.",I hear her and suddenly, everything makes sense to me.She wants attention, she's in pain. It's me.

My breath breaks in devastation. I shut my eyes to control my tears from blowing out of control. I never knew this was the reason she was agitated whenever she saw me. A fierce ache precedes my thoughts and I let go of my hold on myself. I hear her footsteps ascending from the room as she carries her purse and leaves the room so I behind the wall until the sound of car engine revs and she drives off from the garage. The moment I see empty surroundings, my body breaks.

My skin heats up, my ears hot as I feel the sobs struggling to leave my body but I don't know anymore. I don't know what to think. My breaths are shallow and weak. I push my hands in my jeans and reach jungkook's contact screen but my sight is blurry. A drop of tear streams and drops on the screen and I surrender the idea, dropping my phone and collapsing on the ground. I should've guessed, she's his wife and my mother after. She must've felt alone and I kept blaming her for all the arguments and fights. The weight of my body now floats in a kind of stubborn pain that keeps increasing by every second. I wipe my eyes with my hand but they won't stop tearing up.

I think of how I'll have a subtle discussion with dad about devoting more time to her. I think of ways to make her feel special. I'll be home more often and prepare dinner for the days when she returns home tired or frustrated. There won't be a moment where she would be suffering with distress.My eyes gape at her room and my breath chokes in my throat. I let out cried for an amount of time I can't recall with a terrible guilt clutching my mind, a deep anger for myself that makes me feel I should suffer for accusing her.

I will correct all of this and we'll be happy again.

-25  minutes later -

There's a collection of books and stationary tools that are staged for every kind of choice and preference. I was right to take a stroll out, the only thing to bring me out of the misery. My phone vibrates again and I don't need to check the notification to open the chat.

Jungkook
> You're right. This blue one looks good]
> I'll send you the photos and all the fun we are gonna have]
> Especially when donghyun doesn't decide to get hit by the punching machine again 😉]

Y/n
[ I'm always right ☺️ <
[ 😂 Will be waiting for the pictures <

Jungkook
> Don't go dead on me]

Y/n
[ That seems like a good idea should I ?<

He's thrilled with this plan. It's better to not involve him in my problems.This warms my heart how he's constantly texting me the moment I left his home. I click the phone shut and stare at my reflection on the blank screen. My eyes are swollen and my face is pale. I did apply some makeup to not seem like a dead ghost but I don't care anymore.

"Are you good?", A pair of pupils investigate my appearance and I lift my eyes to look at the man who's bound to catch my state.