Hyung's Lover boy

I was willing.

I was patiently eating breakfast while waiting for Hyung to come out of his room because I had cooked everything. I basically wanted him to eat well. Do you think I was anxious? Well, the answer is no. Hyung was drunk last night, we kissed, and I took him home, safely. Well, I have already told you that I am at Park's—I live here. Aunty cooked breakfast, but Hyung was late, and so Aunty had already gone to work. She is a teacher, in case you didn't know. I cooked because I really wanted to. I used to cook for him, and I love it even more when he praises me for my cooking skills. He loves to eat fish, but when he tries to cook it, he makes a thousand different faces and complains so much about how raw fish's smell stings to his nose. So, I used to cook fish for him.

I was busy frying the fish after cleaning and boiling it. I collected different cooking powders to make it exactly how Jimin Hyung likes it. And yeah, I know how he likes the taste of each dish, and I also know how he tastes too. Lucky me though,

The mere thought of his lips on mine last night made my face turn red, and I couldn't help it. Well, I didn't know how to act next. I'm ready to act like if he would act like he didn't know about our last kiss. I would zip my mouth too because I don't want him to feel like he needs to love me just because he kissed me. I loved his lips over mine, I felt heaven because he is the only one for me but I would respect his feelings too. If he loved it too, then he'd come for my lips again. If not, then? I don't know. I can't force my love on anyone, right? My love is selfless for him. That's how I love him. Call me a fool if you want, I want him to love me however he wants. Call me a fool if you want. Love is a feeling, not something to force on someone else.

I was busy mixing different spices to make it more perfect like Hyung loves, but my eyes fell on the man I'm in love with, helplessly, hopelessly. He came with his messy hair, swollen lips—don't blame me for that—and his eyes half-open, moving ahead aimlessly with small steps. I just hid my smile because he looked like a lost kitten. He sat on the floor instead of the sofa, his back against the lower portion of the sofa. He really likes to be on the cold floor.

"Jungkook-ah," he mumbled softly, eyes closed, still half-awake but not fully. I immediately went over to him, turning off the stove because this man can stop time of mine—who cares about the stove? I was nervous because what if he breaks apart from me because of that kiss?

"What's wrong, Hyung?" I asked while gulping, seeing his swollen lips and thinking about how it would feel to kiss them again—maybe even take a bite again, like a last night on those plump lips. Those lips looked so juicy and soft, and heard those soft noises of his, is a pure bliss. I was already sat beside him, leaned in without realizing it, but I stopped myself. We were already so close, and he opened his eyes before I could pull back. His eyes locked with mine, and I froze, unable to move a bit.

"I kissed you last night, in my dreams," he said, laughing afterward, but his eyes were still locked with mine.

"You were," I said timidly, but since he was near my face, he heard me very clearly. His expression changed from laughter to something serious, and I saw him glance at my lips for a split second.

"What?" he asked softly, moving back a bit. His face was red, and I don't know why, but I was so happy to see him blush. Did I make him blush?

"We kissed," I said, turned to look at him. He just nodded without saying anything, but I don't know why his nod made me so happy. Boy, I just told him that we kissed, and that wasn't easy for me.

There was silence for a long between us, Hyung was thinking while he turned to see opposite to my way.

"Did I force you?" he asked after a long pause. We hadn't made eye contact in what felt like half an hour. I couldn't tell what expression he was wearing, but his voice sounded worried. Man, he still cares about me. I don't know why I've never asked him to marry me—probably because getting rejected by him would still be a blessing but I don't want to risk our bond for that negative one percent. That's why I haven't asked him to marry me.

"No," I said simply, and I don't know why my head shook no too, even though he wasn't looking at me. He had no idea how much I enjoyed kissing him. I cherished every moment of our kiss, the way we danced, the little push-and-pull game, his touches. I still want him to touch me like that whenever he wants.

"I was willing," I finally told him. I felt his gaze on me, so I also turned to face him. We were still so close, my side touching his. He looked at me with emotions I'd never seen before—a bit of shock, a bit of relief. Maybe he thought he forced the kiss. Did he forget how strong I am? I could've pulled away as easily as he picks out ice cream from a shop. But I was so willing to taste him.

As soon as the words left my mouth, he turned to the other side again, and I saw his slightly red face. I smiled, not looking away because, man, I think I'm winning at life right now. I placed my palm over his hand and held it. He didn't pull away, and I could see his red ears. He's such a big flirt, but when it comes to things like this, he's so shy—I couldn't believe it. I started to caress his thumb with mine. We both sat there on the cold floor, leaning against the sofa, with me looking at his chubby little pinky finger.

There was no more nervousness in the air, only a peaceful, comforting warmth that wrapped around us like a soft blanket. The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his face, and I could heard his breathings. It felt like love itself was lingering in the air, tender and patient, enveloping us in a safe haven where words were no longer needed.