Taehyung's pov

HE WAS SPEE€HLESS. HIS LIPS moved, yet no words came out. Then he did the strangest thing.

He laughed. Huge, loud peals of laughter. He clapped his hand over his mouth, but it didn't do anything to stem the flow of chortles. Tears ran down his cheeks, and still he laughed.

I leaned back, crossing my arms. "I don't find this a laughing matter, Mr. Jeon."

I thought hearing me refer to him formally would snap him out of his hysteria because that was what it had to be. The only effect it seemed to have on him, though, was he laughed harder.

I slammed my hand on the granite. "Jungkook!"

I shoved off the chair and strode toward him, not certain what I would do when I got there. Shake him? Slap him? I grabbed his arms, and without another thought, crashed my mouth to his, effectively silencing his lunacy.

With a groan, I jerked back, my chest heaving. "Are you finished?" I growled.

He gazed up at me, finally silent, then nodded.

"At the risk of starting you off again, Jungkook, will you marry me?"

"No."

I shook him slightly. "You said you would if we had to."

With a sigh, he surprised me again. He cupped my cheeks, his fingers stroking my skin. "Has anyone ever told you how impetuous you are, my darling?"

"Why are you saying no?"

"Taehyung, think about it. Think it through. If your instinct is right, and appa is suspicious and you marry me right now, it will make him more so, not less."

I stared into his brown doe eyes, his words sinking into my brain. I stepped back, his hands dropping from my face as I realized he was right.

"Well, fuck."

"I'm right, you know I am."

I hated to admit it, but he definitely had a point. "Yes, you are."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he teased.

"Don't push your luck."

He grinned, and it occurred to me, he was no longer frightened of me.

I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.

"We are going to readdress this issue, Jungkook."

He pushed off the counter, skirting around me. "Then we'll talk about it later." he lifted the magazines, tucking them under his arm. "I have somethings to read. I'm going to get some ideas for my room."

"While you're at it, call the building supervisor Something is wrong with my bedroom door."

He hesitated, eyes wide. "Oh?"

I reached over for an apple from the fruit bowl, rubbing it absently on my shirt. "I never shut it tight, but it's wide open when I get up in the morning. I don't know what's wrong with it. Get it fixed."

"Oh, I, ah . . ."

I frowned. He was all red-not just his usual pink-cheeked flush either. His cheek and ears were almost the dark shade of red.

"What?"

"Your door isn't broken," he burst out, speaking fast.

"How do you know?"

"Because I open it."

It was my turn to be shocked. "Why would you do that?"

"It's, ah, quiet here."

"I don't understand."

He edged closer, his fingers playing with the edge of the magazines. "I couldn't sleep the first night. Where I lived it was always noisy, from sirens, people, cars or something. In here, it was so silent that it was almost frightening. I was going past your door and I heard you ah, you were snoring."

I narrowed my eyes. "I have a deviated septum. I don't snore it's a wheeze."

"If I push open your door, and leave mine ajar, I can hear you, ah, wheeze, and I know I'm not alone. It's, well, it's comforting."

I had no idea how to respond to his bashful confession. I was comforting?

"I won't do it again."

I waved my hand. "Whatever. I don't mind"

later that night, after shutting off my light, I opened my door, saving him a trip. God knew how grumpy he'd be if he didn't have any sleep.

I was in my room staring out of the window......in a deep thought.

A knock interrupted my thoughts, and I turned my head. Jungkook was at the door, a cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

"I thought you'd like this."

I accepted the mug, taking a sip. "Thank you."

"What were you thinking about?"

"The probation period is bothering me."

"Because it's longer than usual?"

"I think . . . I'm not sure appa is convinced," I admitted. "He seemed to be agreeing but i knew him better than that."

He sighed. "What do you want to do?"

"my gut is telling me I need we need-to move forward." I inhaled deeply. "Name your terms, Jungkook. My future is entirely in your hands right now."

He studied me for a moment. I waited to see what he would say. What huge dollar amount and demands he would lay on the table. I could afford it, but I was still curious.

"If I agree to marry you," he began, "you want at least a year?"

"Two years, tops."When his eyes widened, I hastened to add."It may not take that long. I'm just throwing it out there."

He flipped his hair, a stubborn look crossing his face. "There are things I want."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not surprised. You know you hold the upper hand right now. Lay it on the table."

"I want to make a few changes here."

"€hanges?"

"To the living area, my room. Add some color, some softness. Make it homier."

I nodded in agreement.

"A table in the empty space in the kitchen would be nice."

"Buy one."

"€an I buy a waffle iron? I always wanted a waffle iron."

I blinked. He wanted a fucking waffle iron? That was what he wanted?

"Never mind all the little shit. What do you really want to agree to this? A bonus? A house for after we split?"

He frowned. "I told you I wasn't looking for more money. Your, ah, terms, are fine."

"You want something. You're nervous and fidgety. Just say it."

"I want the same thing I wanted before. No cheating"

"I would ask the same of you."

He raised his chin. "That isn't an issue."

"You won't miss not having sex for two years?"

€olor saturated his cheeks; however, he didn't look away. "You can't miss what you've never had, Taehyung. But, €an you handle that?" he demanded, an edge to his voice. "I can't abide cheating."

I sighed. "Is there nothing else I can give you as an alternative?"

"No."

I gave in. I really had no choice. "On two conditions."

"What?"

"You marry me this weekend after I sign officially. I'll tell them we wanted to fulfill the wish of my parents as soon as possible. They'll buy that."

"And the second?"

I smirked at him. "We'll be married, Jungkook. Legal. I want to know if you'd be willing to discuss, ah, expanding our boundaries at some point further into our relationship."

His eyes grew large.

To be continued.........

New Terms... Of pleasure!!!!
What gonna happen with this sudden confession of comfort and pleasure...???