JESSICA 

After I took a bath, and went to my room to wear something comfy. I chose my favorite black tshirt and a pair of leopard-printed shorts so my legs could breathe. Since we've gotten here, I was always wearing something long. I need to get comfortable and all. After all, I still feel so disturbed.

A sigh escaped my lips as my mind got clouded with messy thoughts. This is not working. I have to see Jiyong. Knowing how much effect he has on me, I could surely keep my mind off those awful things. Even when I had to tell Jiyong, I won't risk it. I know Jiyong when he is mad. He gets a bit...uncontrollable? Guess so.

After blow drying my hair, I decided to tie it up in a pony tail before heading out to where Jiyong was. I immediately smelled the aroma of whatever he was cooking and delighted to see him being busy. He looked more attractive now that he seemed to be working hard. Somehow, it felt like a deja vu. 

I was fascinated as to how well he was doing it, and even looked more focused. His eyes were fixed on whatever he was mixing in the pan, and it wasn't long enough until I figured what it was. Kimchi fried rice. 

A small grin crept onto my face and thought it was the easiest food everyone could cook. Lost on how awed I was, I swiftly made my way to where he was and wrapped my arms around his waist. I felt his body stiffened but sooner it relaxed. 

He tilted his head to the side to get a glimpse of me, and I made it easier for him by also cocking my head to that side, smiling at him. I heard him let out a soft laugh.

"Clingy," he commented, then turned around so he'd be facing me. He smiled and cupped my face, "You hungry?"

I nodded and tightened my hold onto his waist, pressing my cheek to his chest. 

He chuckled and also did the same, nuzzled to my hair. "You smell heaven, babe."

I sneakily smiled and just chose to stay quiet. Bad move, he was curious.

"Hey, you seem quiet. Something's wrong, hm?" he asked and gently pulled me away, but still held me by my waist. He kept his eyes on me.

"No, I'm just disappointed."

"What are you disappointed of?" he asked, curious or more so worried that it might be something serious which has something to do about him.

I decided to , and chose not to spill. "I expected something great to eat but turns out you only have kimchi fried rice," I uttered then pouted.

I saw that Jiyong was actually bothered and I didn't want to prolong and stress him so I took it back. "I'm just kidding."

He gave me a knowing look and tipped my nose. "Aish, wait for a while. I'd be ready in 3 minutes. Go and have a seat."

Instead of doing so, I didn't move and just tightened my arms around him. Jiyong must be happy right now since I'm actually being this clingy and lovey-dovey but I didn't care. He should be grateful I have deep feelings for him.

"Babe," he called. "Are you really okay?" he asked and tilted my chin up so that I could meet his gaze.

I pressed my lips together and nodded. 

"Doesn't seem like you are. You know you can always tell me. I'm always here for you. And this relationship is actually for two, you know it, right?" I nodded, realizing he acknowledged that this relationship does exist and I wasn't the only one who had the upper hand everytime. 

"Can we talk later. I am really hungry, Ji," I whined.

He smiled and gave me a soft kiss that made me smile. "Okay. Later. Go and have a seat. Do nothing, and just let me serve you, my princess."

I felt my cheeks flustered and hid my face on his chest so he wouldn't see me being all this affected. I love it when he calls me princess and if there's a certain I'd like him to call me everyday, it would be that. His princess. So much for being his, and only his.

Slowly, I loosened my grip until I finally let go of his body and somehow I felt as if I'd lose him. But I know I don't, and I won't. He's cooking, Jess. Where would he even go?

Seated on a chair, facing him, I enjoyed the view of him. It wasn't only friend rice. I noticed he had also steaks on the table, and I mentally pointed out that maybe he doesn't know what to cook. A smirk lingered on my lips when I thought of something. 

I rested my legs on the chair next to me, which was his supposed chair, flaunting my legs and pretending that was nothing. Jiyong, after setting his fried rice took notice of what I did and raised his eyebrows questioningly at me with a smirk pasted on his face.

Innocently, I stared back at him and said, "What?"

"This," he motioned. "You're aware you got such a big effect on me, aren't you?"

Instead of answering his question, I just gave him a shrug.

He lifted my legs and rested them on his lap as he pulled my chair closer to his seat. Right then, he cupped my face and planted a soft kiss on my lips. 

"You don't have to seduce me, babe. I have been trapped."

"Sweet talker," I commented.

"Nope. You're ju