PROTECT YOU <JUNGKOOK X READER>

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Y/n

One night I sleep but I feel that my mind is wide awake.

My house is spotless as I used the full time to clean them while I had a day off.

Irish is happily playing with her friends upstairs and only came down to get some snacks in the kitchen and going back to her room.

I let her do what she wants as long as she's happy.

I walk to the restroom to wash my hand clean before I start to cook dinner. Is going to be Chinese theme that I have been craving since I saw the cooking champion in the tv this morning.

I'll cook that dish for sure.

Luckily I'm a chef, I won't get to leave somewhere when I want something to eat, I'll just cook them with full motivation.

Starting with the noodles, I got disturbed by two strong arms wrapping on my waist. As the romantic scenes on drama always presents. Well, it happen in real life too.

My boyfriend.

The man I love.

I look back at him who's resting his chin on my shoulder, closing his eyes but I focus on his parted lips. He's sleepy after his long trip he has with his company and came out because he felt hungry. I know him by heart. And I wish I could have to see him like this everyday. Calling him my husband.

Aw, that's a simple life I want to have with him and I'm certain. I just have to wait for him to asked me.

"Are you hungry?"

I ask, since he came and stay quietly comfortable leaning on me with his heavy form.

"I'm hungry in two types." He said without opening his eyes, but I look at his lips moving and somehow it sending me a strong shiver. I put the knife down and turning around to hug him.

"What is the first type?"

"I'm craving for the real food." I pull away, smiling looking at his eyes.

"And type two?"

He smiles and leaning to lock his lips with mine. I close my eyes to embrace him. His lips nibbling in my lower one to deepen the kiss. His hand caress the side of my neck and his thumb pull my chin up and titled his head to the side to make it more passionate before he push his tongue gently. He pull away but not moving back, lazily caresses my lips with his.

"I'm craving for this type of intimacy with you."

I'm blushing hearing his confession.

He's been away for two weeks because of his job. And he just come home last night.

"I missed you so fucking much, baby, two weeks without you is a torture." He admit, pulling me into another tight hug.

"I missed you too."

He smile in satisfaction. Pushing me to the counter until my hip pressed on them and his are pressing mine. I can feel him grinding on me. Showing me what he wants.

"Tell me you love me." He said. And I raise my hand to touch the side of his face, meeting his bedroom eyes. He want it.

"I love you."

"I love you more, I love you more than anything." He grinds more to push his groin on me and I can feel his hardness down there. He's turned on. But at some point he try to control it not to be obvious. Too late.

Knowing what he want, I lean to kiss his neck and the same time his breathing changed into the heavy one.

"I have to cook, baby, why don't you take a bath and came down after you done? And we can eat together." I say it as low as possible, nearly whispering to him.