FORBIDDEN DESIRE | Jungkook × Reader ✔

38. Draw Me

"I made a baby," the little boy snaps me out of my daydream and comes closer while holding a glass filled with some cotton. "Jungkook helped me."

"A baby?" I cannot hold back my laughter at how he called this.

"Yes, I put little seeds between cotton and I fed them with water so it's going to grow up and be my baby," he explains with happiness to me while showing me what he did. That's just a plant but that's adorable. "Oh, so you're going to take care of them and hydrate them as much as it needs to?"

"Yes, Jungkook told me that he's going to help me doing it every day."

The cuteness and sweetness of that man surprise me every and each new days I'm spending by his sides. He seemed so rude and confident, badass and all but no, he's the real opposite.

"That's cute my baby," I peck his forehead.

He walks back to where he took the plant growing but I take a look at the drawings laid on the small table in front of me. The one that Jungkook made.

Is it me...? Well...it looks like it.

He made two drawings and those two just represent me, one where I seem to blush, dammit...And the other where...

Uhm...It's weird because it looks like if it was made from a picture...Where I'm lied on my side elbowing the sofa, the sofa who's right on my left...

The sound of the oven suddenly startles me and reverberates to give the signal about the end of the baking.

I clear my mind and stand up to go to the kitchen, where the boy is already opening what hides a cake that should be cooked.

I squat down and grab a knife to take a closer look at the preparation I made. I jook the sharp blade in the dough and check if it's done or needs more time to be perfectly baked.

"Is it good?" his quiet voice shakes me up as I didn't expect him to speak. He's looking at me with his curious but shy eyes.

"Yes," I nod and straighten up to get a dishcloth or the gloves to take that hot plate. The gloves are the only thing I have right now. I seize them and move down again to reach that heater burning my face.

"No don't," his hands hold my arms back and pull on them very daintily. "I do it, I don't want you to burn yourself."

He removes the gloves from me and uses them to get the cake out of the oven and place it on the counter for me before I closed the door to not let all the hotness fill the room

"Thank you," I smiled to him. I'm trying to keep my distance since what happened this morning, maybe I'm too clingy without really knowing so I prefer to not invade his space.

I take a big dish out of my furniture and put it down to place the whole hot and mouthwatering cake on it. The scent of coconut is making my taste buds excited even without having it in my mouth.

"Is it like the one I made for you a few weeks ago?" he comes closer and ask me as softly as a little boy would do it. This is fluttering my heart goddammit.

"I know it won't be as delicious as yours but yes, I tried to do it," I lay my eyes on him with a timid curve of my lips. "I'm sure it's better made by y-"

"CUDDLE! Can I have a big piece of it please please?!" he appears out of nowhere and tries to get at the level of the worktop with his hands and feet to elevate himself.

"Yes, gourmand boy," I grab a small round plate and cut the cake into four parts, I serve the hungry little creature and then Jungkook to finally take just half of what I gave him as a piece.