"Yes, be careful on the road. Love you," he hangs up to put an end to the call, and he puts his phone away. He raises his arms up above his head and stretches, letting the satisfaction run out of his mouth, before turning towards me and pressing a kiss, which I did not expect, on my lips.

He rests his head on his pillow and smiles at me, and I do so. "That mouth is even more special now."

I chuckle but do not even ask why. I know the reason. "Those fingers are even more special too then," I land my hand on his warm one and hold it. "Wait," he inches closer and moves his head up to lean over me. "If that's so, that means you're gonna make my cock special?"

Without holding back, I smile and nod. "And I hope I'll hear your whiny voice again."

"I don't whine," he denies it and rests his head on his hand. "I should have recorded you for proof," I regret not doing it since he will never admit it, and he raises his eyebrows but smirks. "You'll record us on our first time if you want."

Some surprise takes over me. "You'd want me to do that?" I run my fingers through his fluffy hair to brush some strands of his bangs back, and he stares into my eyes. "Well, I'd love to try that, but I feel like it'd be awkward."

"Same, I wouldn't want to hear myself. Only you and your pretty voice," I do not even pretend not to like it anymore, and his lips curve up. "I can record myself when I'm alone and thinking about you, you know...I wouldn't mind."

"Thinking about me and laughing? Hm? Thinking about the joyful memories?" I feign innocence, and he scoffs. "Yeah. Totally laughing."

"Hope I'll be lucky enough to hear that then," I show excitement, and he gives a small slap to my bare thigh. "I know you do, my cock enthusiast," he retreats after saying such words, getting me to gape and punch his arm while he is standing up. "Don't fucking call me that, dumbass!"

"That's what you are though," he teases me with a confident glance and stands next to his side of the bed. "If only you could have seen how pretty you were while doing it," he throws his head back, close his eyes, and bites his lips to express some pleasure. "I'm happy I didn't."

"You don't know what you're missing then," he walks up to his bathroom, but he leaves the door open, so I get up and follow him to know what he is doing. The sound of the faucet telling me what is happening, I set my eyes on him while he is washing his hands.

"Don't be offended, okay?" he does not realize what he is saying, rubbing his hands together under the water. "I gotta cook and since you're not for dinner tonight," he turns his head towards me. "Unfortunately, I gotta clean my hands," he grabs the towel that is hanging next to us, but I do not even say anything, I stare at him, smiling with despair.

"What?" he splashes my face with some water drops, and I flinch and click my tongue. "You're a kid," I kick his butt and wipe the water away from my skin, but he does not accept that and cups my throat. "I'm sorry?" he leans in and forces me to step back but laugh, loving how this feels when he does that and deepens his voice on purpose. "You're a kid," I do not break eye contact, holding his forearm with both hands.

His soft and plump lips curve up, but instead of threatening me, he slightly squeezes my throat and kisses me. "You have no idea what's gonna happen to you on our first time," he lets go of me, and no matter how weak and skinny he claims to be, he grabs me by the waist to lift me up, and he throws me on the bed right afterward. "You stay here until I come back," he walks up to his closet, but I throw my right leg to the side. "No."

"You obey me," he drops a white t-shirt on my face. "Put that on instead," he moves up to the door as I pulled his clothing down on my body. 

"If I take all my clothes off, are you staying?" I attempt to find a good way to keep him here, and for a second, he seems to think twice before leaving. "Baby...I watered your plant and fed you my ramen, I need to take care of my old dad who won't have anything to eat once he's back home."

I giggle like a dumbass at the sound of this response, and I sit up. "Alright then," I take my top off since I did not put my pants back on, and for some reason, I cannot hear Joonha get out. I grab the t-shirt he gave me and peek up at him but catch him staring. "What are you doing?" I chuckle, and he slides one hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, the other one holding the handle for the door. "Nothing. I'm not here anymore."

I smile and look down at the t-shirt to pass my arms in the holes but glance at him again, standing there in a pair of sweatpants only.

"I'm curious about how the inside of your bra is...Is it red like the outside?" he asks, believing I will take that lame pretext and show him. I gaze into his blue eyes full of fake innocence, and he grins at me. "Hm? I wanna try it on."

I do not act like I would usually do, and I ignore my shyness for a moment. I keep my top on and slide my arms back inside to take my bra off without ever showing more of my skin.

"Wait, no, that's not how you do it—"

"You said you had to cook, didn't you?" I lay my bra on his bed and see his eyes lower to it. "Here, you'll try it on when you're done cooking for your dad."

He licks his lips but expresses, unwittingly, some frustration. "I changed my mind, come here," he stretches his hand out to me, so I get up and put my hand in his bigger one, and he positions me before him. "Lead the way."

I step forward to head to the stairs, and I walk them down. Joonha following me from very close, once I reach the living room, I feel him bring his hands to my shoulders, and he kneads my tense neck while I am taking us to the kitchen.

I turn to the left once I am there, and I stop in front of the counter, but he bumps into me and causes my body to hit the edge. "Oh, sorry," he pretends to not have intentionally done it but feel bad after hearing me whine. "It hurts, jerk," I give him a butt punch in his crotch, getting him to lurch forth and groan but still chuckle. "Really, where?" he sticks his body to mine, his hands brushing down my arms.

"My hips, I'm gonna be bruised because of you," I touched the painful spots that were crushed against the hard surface, and he delicately sneaks his hands under my top that looks like a short dress on me. "Here?" he touches the right spots, my stomach, and lower body being completely exposed. "Yes."

"I'm sorry," he turns my body around to face me, and he squats down, but I stay still and smile at the sight of him pressing two kisses on my hips. "Here, baby girl," he comes back up and glides his hand up to my waist, revealing more of my skin. "Don't go any higher, I know what you're tryna do," I wrap my hands around his wrists to control his movement, his penetrating eyes never leaving mine.

Without a word escaping his mouth, he skims my sensitive waist with his fingers to enclose my body with his arms, and he leans forth to hold me tight, so I hug him back. He remains quiet and pecks my ear, cutely, then pampers my cheekbone and cheek with more. "I love you," he finally gets something out of his mouth and looks down into my eyes.

I smile and lower my arms to hold his face. I give a squeeze to his cheeks and stand on my tiptoes. "I love you more."

"No, I love you more more," he shakes his head, puckering his pretty lips and not releasing his clasp. "Then I love you more—" he cuts me off with a kiss, but I continue my sentence. "More, m—"

"Hm. Shut up," he does not stop dropping some kisses on my lips to not allow me to speak, and I uncontrollably giggle. "Fine! You love me more."

"That's what I like to hear," he slaps my butt and steps back, and he runs his fingers through his hair. "Just because I say it doesn't mean I mean it," I check what he is doing, and he opens the fridge to get some food out. "I have trust issues. Don't do that to my heart."

"I take back what I say," I feel remorse right away, his soft voice making me fall for it. "I mean it when I say I love you, my Joonha baby."

"My Joonha baby?" he lays the cheese down on the counter and closes the door. "Yes, you don't like it?" I lean towards him to put my face on the side of his arm, but he grimaces. "No. That's cringe," he breaks my heart with mean words and stares into my eyes, but his mood switches in the blink of an eye when he sees my face. "I'm joking, my baby," he hurries to take me in his arms and erases the words he let out. "I love it. I wanna hear you call me that again."

"You won't," I bend my head back to prevent his lips from touching my skin, but he effortlessly manages to do it. "Come on. I'm your baby. Your baby boy," he uses a cute voice to make it up, but I grasp this opportunity to take revenge. "You are. You were such a baby boy with your 'ugh' 'y/n'," I mimic his whiny moans that I heard earlier and cannot stop hearing in my head

Instantly, he retreats and focuses his attention on the food he has to cook. "Nevermind what I said."

I scoff but cling to him. "Aw. Are you shy?"

"Sure," he raises his eyebrows, washing his hands again. "It's funny to hear that from you after your legs were like jelly only because of two fingers. Hm?" he smirks, now showing confidence. "It's not gonna work, baby boy," I make my hold even more snug around his thin waist and pout against his arm. "Shut up, or I bring you back to my bed and tie you up to it."

"No, I wanna stay close to you," I refuse to be drifted away from him, but he does not care about me. "You're worse than Choco when he's awake."

"And? You're gonna beg for my attention if I leave," I make him be the small dinosaur again, not forgetting about it, and he sneers. "You think."

"Fine. Hurry to cook, I'm hungry," I step aside to leave him alone, but he catches my arm and holds me back. "No. You're obligated to stay here," he puts both of my arms back around his waist as I am standing behind his tall body, and with no hesitation at all, I listen and rest my head on his muscular back.

•••

9:50 pm.

'JOONHA'S P.O.V'

Dinner and dessert finally over, I help my dad to tidy up and wash the dishes while y/n is in the restroom.

For some reason, I can feel some tension in the house since dinner started. Something is going on with him.

I do not speak about it since I feel like I know what this means, and I take the first dish he puts down to dry it with the dish towel.

"The shirt she's wearing is yours, right?" he finally asks the question he must have kept inside this whole time, and I peek up at him. "Yeah. Why?"

He smiles, and I make sure that my eyes never cross his. "I just wanted to make sure," he shrugs and lays another dish on the counter. "Is it because she's staying tonight too?"

"No, she has to leave in an hour, but she'll come back in the morning for the weekend," I tell him what I was not able to say yet, and he hums.

Despite the hard work I put into avoiding him, I notice the lack of movement and actions from him, so I take a look at what he is doing but catch him staring.

"What?" I play dumb but cannot help smiling. "She always wears my hoodies and shirts, there's nothing special about it."

He sneers through his nose, and he raises his hand up to my neck to give a small tap to it. "Make sure to cover that when you go to work. Alright?"

"I will," I nervously nibble on my inner lip and glance down at the dish that I am holding, feeling shy about this, even though this is not the first time. "And if you sometimes want some time alone with her in the house, tell me, okay?"

"Yes," I answer in a faint voice, unable to be confident about this topic. He does not go any further, and the sound of y/n opening a door relieves me. He will not question me anymore now that she is here, so this is good news.

— Next day —

Saturday, September 17th, 2022.

11:10 am.

"Joonha!" Seunggil shouts my name in a whiny manner while coming back with Hyunjin from a skating practice. "Come and skate with us," he sits down next to me, and Hyunjin does the same since y/n is using my lap as a seat since we got here.

"No," I refuse, still not feeling ready to go back to it. "You're annoying. You're good at skating for fuck's sake. Do you wanna know how many times I fail and hit the ground with my face?"

"I don't care," I do not listen, too stubborn to change my mind, and he throws his fist in the side of my thigh but seems too close to y/n's one. "Hey," I slap his arm right afterwards and put my hands over her hips. "Don't touch her."

"I didn't, I touched you," he claims, but I still think otherwise. "I know you like my thick thighs, but I have a girlfriend now, you can't do this anymore," I joke with him and slide my hands up y/n's waist. "My boyfriend's ones are thicker, so I don't give a damn about yours."

"That's not true," I wrap my arms around my girl's hips and pull her towards me to get her attention as she seems focused on her phone, and she leans back on me. "Right, baby?" I put my face against the side of hers. "Hm?"

"You weren't listening?" I peek at her phone to see what she is watching and, to my greatest surprise, I do not catch sight of Stray Kids, only of a game. "No. What were you talking about?" she takes her eyes off the screen to look at us. "My thighs are thick. Right?"

"Yes. I love them," she slaps one of them and keeps her hand there, and I chuckle. "But look at my boyfriend's ones, y/n," this piece of shit dares to show his man off, and she looks at it. She does not say anything but raises her eyebrows as if she was impressed. "I didn't expect your boyfriend to look like that."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I get jealous over this simple sentence and what I understand from it. "Nothing, from the things I heard about him, I don't know why I thought he was a skinny and tall boy."

"He's not, he has Minho's thighs, and Han's arms and abs, I'm lucky," he believes this is a flex, and I get my words out of my chest. "Why the fuck do you both make everything revolve around those guys?"

"We don't, you're just mad we don't make it revolve around you," he speaks without even getting his eyes off his phone, looking rude with an attitude. "That's not true. Everything revolves around Joonha for me," y/n turns her head to press a kiss on my jawline, and I chuckle, nervously. "I know that's not true."

"It is, and I can confirm it," Hyunjin appears to join the conversation, and I look at him, who was busy on his phone this whole time. "She talks way more about you than Stray Kids when we're together."

"Really?" I cannot even contain the delight this makes me feel, and he affirms. "Yeah. Even before you started dating."

"Wow, I'm suddenly happy," I smile like a kid and unconsciously hug y/n even more tightly. "That's all you need to get him happy, remember it, y/n," Seunggil speaks to her, and I do not even deny it. "Yeah, and? What's wrong with that? Knowing I'm the one she loves is enough to make me happy."

"What about you, y/n?" he asks her with a smirk upon his face as if he was hoping for her to break my heart. "His name is enough to make me happy because whenever I hear or read it, he's on my mind, which makes me smile and feel happy."

My heart melts at the sound of those words, and I squeeze her in my arms. "Aw. My baby," I kiss her cheek and keep her against me.

•••

1:30 pm.

"Seunggil," y/n addresses him while watching something on her phone next to me, and she leans over my lap to get closer to him. "Did you watch the Maxident trailer?" she gets me to land my eyes on her phone screen to check what this is about. "I haven't yet, but my sister told me about it. Is it good?"

"You think they could ever do something bad?" she goes back to the beginning of the video she was watching, and I read the title to understand what they are saying. "You're right," he chuckles, and my girl hands him her phone. "Look."

He grabs it and plays the video, so I watch it too and listen to the song. Those guys again.

I pay attention to the faces I am used to seeing since I started dating y/n but feel her toy with the chain of my cargo pants, so I get my attention over her instead.

"Stop, you're gonna break your leash," I smirk and hold back from laughing, and she raises her eyes up to me but smiles. "Shut up."

"Bro, Felix's freckles..." he simps over him and gives y/n her phone back, so I speak up. "Don't you have a boyfriend? Uh?"

"Yeah, and? I just love freckles and find them cute as fuck because they remind me of my boyfriend," he replies the right way to shut me up, and y/n moves away from my lap to go back into her own world with the Stray cats only. "I never noticed he does."

"It's obvious though, you're blind, dude," he takes hold of his bottle, still sitting on this bench and getting a tan with us instead of skating. "I am, actually," I chuckle but cry from the inside. "I went to the eye doctor the other day, and I gotta wear glasses. I don't want to."

"For real?" he raises his eyebrows as if it was surprising, and I nod. "Yeah. I told my dad about it, and he told me he's gonna get me some glasses if I don't do it myself, so I don't have a choice."

"Y/n will love you less because you don't look like Han that much anymore," he lowers his voice as if she was far away from us and could not hear, but this sentence, of which the matter always causes some stronger trust issues, makes me hit him. "Shut the fuck up, asshole."

"And for your information, I've seen Han wear glasses many times, but I love my baby more, so don't say that," she leaves her bubble to defend me and makes me feel better, and I smile. "I know, I'm just joking."

"Yeah, but he's gonna believe it. I know him," she drops her hand on my thigh and gives a soft squeeze, her eyes remaining on her phone. I lean towards her and kiss her temple for this. "I love you."

"I love you too," she looks at me to smile, and I forget what my dumb best friend said. "Well, I gotta pee," he stands up, probably feeling like a third wheel. "I need too. Do it for me, please," I watch him walk away, but he stops and turns around. "You want me to hold your dick?"

I nibble on my inner cheek to not smile. "It's too heavy for your small hands."

He sneers and peeks at y/n. "She got smaller ones, so find a better reason, please," he leaves after stating facts, and since I cannot deny it, I keep quiet. I turn my head and look at my girlfriend, who is texting someone. I place my arm behind her, on the back of the bench, and I nestle my head in the crook of her neck to leave a subtle kiss on her warm skin.

"Are you asking for my attention?" she lifts one hand up to my face and rubs the tip of her fingers over my jawline. "Hm," I smile against her neck, and she takes my left hand to wrap my arm around her waist. "Are you tired? Sad?"

"I just wanna hug you," I remain still and stroke her waist but not too much so that it does not tickle her. "You're cute, and I can't wait to see you with glasses. It's gonna be even harder not to look at you all the time..."

"Really?" I grin and bring my head up to look at her, and she nods. "Yes, but unfortunately, I know we're gonna break up after you finally see my real face and realize your bad eyesight blurred my ugly face."

"I knew you were dumb but not to such an extent, baby," I stare into her eyes without regretting my words, but she does not take me seriously. "We'll see."

"The only