Hands around her waist, bringing her closer and flushing her back into his chest. Goosebumps appeared on every part of her body when they touched.
He kissed her a thousand times, but she forgot to count, and she just sat there grinning, her face crushed in the crook of his neck while he rubbed his nose against her hair.
His kisses paused for a while, a smile spreading over his lips as the dimples piqued her interest, and he kissed her again, fingers gently gliding down her cheek to her neck.
"But you said you will help me take a bath."
She felt his body warm against her back as he massaged his digits over her flesh, slipping gently across her chest and back of neck.
"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"
He turned her face, holding her chin with his thumb and finger, and looked into her moving gloves.
Brown? His favourite. However, they were only appreciated because they adorned her.
“This isn't how it's done." She murmured back, her brows raised humorously.
"Then teach me how to do it. Would you?"
She shook her head, turning back to face the glass wall across them and putting her head over his naked chest.
"Do you want me to wash your hair?"
He took a whirling strand and played with her hair before reaching for the bottle of shampoo with the other hand.
"I just want to sleep right now."
She couldn't finish her sentence as a yawn from her mouth, causing him to chuckle to himself.
"You can sleep. I can still shampoo your hair, though. And will carry you to sleep later."
He began to open the container's lid, but was stopped by her.
"But I wanted to sleep with you?" She gazed at him, her eyes so large that the lashes touched the skin's understanding brows, uncertainty dancing around as she explained.
"That's what we did an hour ago?"
He repeats it playfully, only to be smacked by her elbow in response.
"Stop teasing, it's been the fifth time for Jungkook."
She rises up and proceeds to get out of the bathtub, attempting to flee the situation without an excuse, but is pulled back into the hard surface.
"That's the truth princess, I'm not teasing you."
As he speaks, he blows warm breath across her ears. She closed her ears reflexively, feeling her skin tingle with his pleasant voice.
"You were, and that is final. Now, quit arguing with me. He makes a short sign of zipping his mouth.
"Now? Should we get going?” She nodded, and they stepped out, he lifted her up.
"I can walk." She insisted.
"Even so, I can carry you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to.”
He positioned her in the ground, gently aimed her for a hug and kiss on the little above the chest where a small brown mole lay.
"Dress up." He eventually finished, leaving the nearest and her alone, squealing to herself at how bizarre he was being.
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"God…" she mumbled a quiet sigh, stretching her legs beneath the covers, sending a shiver down her streams.
Despite her somewhat aching body, she ached for him as her left hand moved towards the side of the bed he sleeps on, despite the fact that they always wake up hooked to each other with the sides of the bed empty.
When she patted the feathery surface, she found nothing, no trace of him.
Her body shaken and she arose sitting fully awake.
Dashing off the bed, out of the room, and down the stairs, taking care not to wear her slippers.
As she rounded the corners, she became increasingly concerned about his absence from the drawing room
"Jungkook…" she called out, half shouting.
She called for him again, but received absolutely nothing in response.
As if he had disappeared. Was the previous night's events just a dream? Has nothing happened?
“Jungkook.." Her voice faded to soft whispers as she approached the kitchen, and to her surprise, he was still not there.
She grabs the back of her neck, the sensation of suffocation intensifying with each second he remains absent.
Her flesh crawled to devour her.
And then she decided to glance out the window, and she let out a sigh of relief when she saw him in the garden, in the very centre of the colour tulips with his back to her.
She spent no time waiting and dashed for him, racing in a single breath, unconscious that she still had nothing on her foot.
"Jungkook?" She yelled halfway across the distance, as he turned to look at her.
As his gaze shifted to her, he panicked and dropped everything he was holding.
She hurled herself over him, but he caught her effortlessly.
"Woah! Calm down, baby." Her eyes wet as she pushed away, peering into his.
“Why did you run? "Without your slippers on?"
He enquired, stroking her cheeks as she appeared unconcerned now that she had discovered him.
"Why didn't you wake me up when you did? I was looking for you everywhere.”
He chuckled before placing his arm over her shoulder and attempting to walk.
"I didn't want to wake you up."
"But I was worried."
"You were?" She nodded up and down.
"Then… next time I will sleep more if you're the one to wake up late."
She giggled at his playful remark.
"But what were you doing earlier?" They are already on their way to the single maple tree in the centre of the tulip garden.
"I was doing something for you."
"Something for me?" She pointed her finger at her chest.
"Yes you." He finally moved her to face the rear of the tree by her shoulder.
"Uh-oh!" She let out a brief, audible gasp as she saw the swing tied to one of the tree's massive branches. It was built with a tyre and a new white rope.
"No you didn't." She turned back to him, not believing what was in front of her eyes, "I don't believe this."
"I did." He then gently moved her towards the moving Swift and guided her to touch it.
"It is only for you."
“For me?"
"Now, no one's going to snatch it from you." He hugged her from behind, putting a gentle, feathery kiss on her head.
Earlier, she had told him how much she loved the swing over her parents' house, which her grandmother built before she passed away.
She would always go there because it was her happy place, which was eventually taken from her and given to her younger sister because she was no longer young enough to use it.
She never imagined he would keep her ridiculous blabber in his head and actually swing for her.
How should she thank him?
"Jungkook?" She called his name before flinging herself into a life-dependent hug.
She needed to thank him, but she wasn't sure how.
She will always be unmatched when she returns what he did for her, to him.
She will be eternally grateful for the way he allows her to be herself with him; let her inner kid come out and be happy.
"How should I thank you for this?" When she looked up, a rapid torrent of tears fell down her hot cheeks.
He wiped it away, "by never allowing yourself to cry. I Hate it."
The sweet grin never left his lips.
"Now, can you help me tie this knot on the branch?" He shows her the other ends of the rope that the swing was connected to.
He dragged her in front of him, "How can I? It's out of reach. Do you really think I can do something that you couldn't?”
With a trace of astonishment on her face, she gazed up at him.
"How can I—Uh-oh?" She anxiously sought to grip onto something to avoid losing balance as Jungkook lifted her up by the back of her knees.
"Can you please tell me, before anytime you decide to lift me up so suddenly like I'm just a bag of rice?”
"Ofcourse, now tie it." She groaned at his stubborn statements, deciding to tie it as fast as possible so she wouldn't have to linger and dangle there like a raw strawberry in the creeper.
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted the moment, and they both turned towards it.
"Let's get them," she agreed with him as he placed her down and followed her to the back door before proceeding to the main door to greet whoever was on the doorway.
She clicked the door open and looked outside, only to find no one there. She soon decided to return, thinking it was the nearby children, as they normally do, but she paused when her eyes landed on the paper letter on the porch floor.
"What is this?" She murmured to herself as Jungkook attempted to glance over her shoulder.
"Let's open it inside." They locked the door but remained in the halls next to the drawing room.
She unfurled the letter, revealing its contents, "Oh god!"
"What is this? Let me see.”Jungkook obliged with a quiet sigh when she yelled. She handed him the letter.
"Did you see? They say I can already join the hospital." He was greeted with a quick firm hug.
"There, there. Are you happy, Baby?" Rubbing his palm across her back smoothly, he kissed her head over her hair while taking a long breath and feeling her nod.
"I'm so happy that I can finally go back." She spoke excitedly, and he agreed.
"But what about the suspension? What am I going to do if everyone feels the same way since they think I'm at fault and hate me for it?”
He broke the hug and looked into her eyes, saying, "Hear me out."
He smothered his hands on her shoulder, causing her gaze to contour upon his.
"Tell me if they behave badly with you. I guarantee they'll cease doing that by the next day.”
"Are you going to threaten them?" She giggled, raising her brows playfully.
"If that's what they take to get in the queue." He responded back.
"When is the joining date?"
"Tomorrow."
"How about the nurse? Was she telling the truth when she said she was the one who told me to open the oxygen on the floor while she was on duty? Yet, while talking with the officials, she said the exact opposite.”
"We will talk to her privately, I will let Namjoon know about this and he will handle the situation better than we actually can."
"But.."
"There are no buts. Namjoon is well aware of the issue and will do all possible to get you out of it.”
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The day seemed to fly by, as she sat on the bed. Jungkook chose not to go to his office today since he didn't want to leave her alone.
Nonetheless, he received an unexpected call from his office in the middle of the night notifying him that he had a business meeting in a different city in the morning and that he needed to depart early.
It's three a.m., and Jungkook is getting ready to take a shower, while she sits motionless on the bed, staring at him moving across the room, packing his belongings.
"Is this really important? Do you have to leave right now?" She sits up on her heels and urgently looks across at him.
"Would I have left, if I wasn't necessarily needed there?"
"I know….But, can't you not leave?" She got out of bed and approached him.
“I wish I could. Do you want to go with me?” He enquired, as he noticed her eyes growing larger.
"Oh! Of course I can!" she squeaks, practically sprinting into the closet to gather her belongings before stopping as she feels the realisation has thrown over her in the next second.
"Oh no! I cannot. I have to resume my job tomorrow." Her lips turned up as she slouched back on the bed's corner.
He stalked over, stooping down to reach her level, "I will be right back when you get home tomorrow after work, you will definitely find me right here.”
Although she didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to stop him from carrying out his work either.
As he stood up and walked towards the bathroom, she hurried behind him, trying to stop him by spreading her hands across the door to keep him from entering.
"Can't you tell someone else to do it in your place? I am sure you have numerous talents as your staff." When she replied, he let out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Or, let them know you want it to be postponed." She spoke again, waiting for another reason to think about him.
"Or, better yet, tell them that your car was stolen.No transportation, no travel, better and better."
He averted his gaze, avoiding a grin that was threatening to form on his lips.
"We have eight cars. How come they would believe that all eight of them were stolen at once?"
When she realised how stupid she was being, her hands fell, and he decided to slip inside, seizing the only opening he had.
However, she followed him inside, saying, "Or you can also tell them that you had a shower malfunction and can't get ready without showering."
She, too, was aware that she was acting in a way that emphasised her childlike ways, which she assumed would work on everyone but failed every time she tried.
"I can take a shower at the location as soon as I arrive. So it's not a legitimate reason to be absent."
He spoke while going into the shower, and because they were still talking, he opted not to open the tap.
"What about...? No!" You know what? You're free to leave, but please drop me off at mom's. I'll be there till you get back. Anyway, I like her better than you."
She murmured the last few words because she didn't want him to hear them, but they were far too loud for him not to.
"What did you just say? You like mom over me?" His mouth twitches into an infamous grin as he pulls her inside, slamming the glass door behind them, squeezing both of them into a small area.
"You want me to stay back?" She agrees with a nod.
"Yeah?”
“Then make me busy with something.”
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"When I said you needed to keep me busy, this isn't what I meant." She laughs as she looks down at his face between her thighs.
"This is the only way I have to keep you busy." As his breath got uneven, he ran his fingers from the back of her knees to the ankle.
"It would have been better with me gone."
He sighs, attempting to lift his head as he has felt trapped for the past several minutes, and despite the fact that his neck has begun to ache, he has not moved from his position.
"Of course not," she grins to herself, feeling her body lean to the left. Out of sheer terror, she grabbed his hair in an attempt, eliciting a grunt mixed with a loss of patience.
"Don't do that Y/n." She heard him say her name with a trace of annoyance, but she didn't move away from his shoulder as she painted the threshold with lilies.
Half an hour ago, when he told her that keeping him busy was the only way to keep him from leaving, she remembered how she had always wanted to paint the kitchen threshold to make it appear a little more flavourful because the entire home felt like a demon's den to her.
She decided to climb on his shoulder and asked him to carry her while holding the paints in both hands.
He questioned that it would be easier if she used a barstool, but she responded it is easier with him because he has two hands and the barstool does not.
And he agreed after contacting and asking his assistant to ask Jimin to go in his place so he could stay behind. Although he didn't need any more explanation, because no one is going to confront him while he is the boss.
"Is your neck hurting?" She requested him to cease painting for a few moments.
"Never. However, I am scared that you might fall." She puts her hands around his neck, gripping lightly so as not to suffocate him to death.
"See, I will not." He shook his head in bewilderment and allowed her to continue what she was doing.
"Why didn't you draw tulips?" He enquired, knowing that tulips were always her favourite flower.
"Your mother said you like Lilies." She showed him a smile.
"I used to,"
he amended, drawing a questioning look in return.
"You no longer like them?" When she asked again, he confirmed with a no.
"Why?"
"I liked them as a child. The fascination faded as I grew older."
"I see." She hums to herself.
"Okay, so what do you like right now?" She continues to paint, but when she does not receive any responses, she glances down at him, whose gaze is directed at her. Just her.
"What are you looking at me for?" She giggles and resumes painting as the drawing appears to be progressing past the threshold, requiring her to get down to finish it.
"Can you please stop looking at me and put me down?" She spoke since he did not appear to be averting his attention anytime soon.
He placed the paint on the table near them before getting down on his knees and let her get down on her own.
“You didn't tell me what you like." With a shake of his head, he stands up.
"I might still like Lili, who knows. They are fascinating." He pauses before continuing.
"Just like the carved marksheet on your neck.”
"Hey!" She nearly flung her hand up in protest of his unexpected shift in the topic of the conversation.
"What? Am I not right?" She swears she would have smacked his face with the paint brush she was using if he wasn't so handsome.
"Go to hell, Jungkook. If you're going to do that to me, get back to work."
She sat on the floor and continued painting to link the green branch she had drawn earlier.
“Do what to you?"
"Jungkook!"
"What?"
"Stop that."
"Stop what?”
"Argh!" She exclaimed at the top of her lungs before dragging him down and pushing him onto the floor, on his back.
Getting up on his torso and locking his body in place, preventing him from moving.
"I told you to stop doing that."
"What would you do if I wouldn't?"
“What will I do?" She appears to be thinking about it herself; before transforming into a smiling demon, she raised both of her hands in the air, wriggling her fingers like a crab might.
"What will I do? You say. Right?" She crawled her hand over his chest for a countable few seconds before allowing inner thoughts to take over and slowly moving her fingers over his body, causing an uncomfortable sensation.
Nonetheless, her movement came to a halt when she noticed him remaining still, with no emotion on his face, as if her actions had no influence over his body.
"How?—"
"I do not feel tickles.”
She thinks she saw the side of his mouth quiver for a split second, and within the blink of an eye, he twisted the side, implementing her beneath him as he gripped her body in a tight grip on his parted legs with both sides of her thighs.
"Jungkook, you cannot do this." She thrashes around, attempting to get free from his clutches, but he chuckles that it would be a miracle if he allowed a single molecule of oxygen to pass between them.
As one of his hands was busy holding her head in place, he let his spare hand dance around her tummy, tickling her and making her out of breath.
"Jungkook, Jungkook, stop." He notices her gasping for air as she laughs, but he continues.
"Stop please." He continued doing so.
"What will I get in return?"
A stream of tears poured down her cheeks as she wiped them away; the next instant, another one came, but that didn't stop her from laughing.
Despite her best efforts to resist him, she began to fe
el pain in her jaw.
“Whatever you ask for." She responded.
“That does not sound fun. Be a little more specific." He shook his head, humorously expressing his disappointment.
"I will do anything you want or ask for," she nearly yelled.
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