When I woke up, Namjoon was still vast asleep. I looked at him for a while, happy that this time I didn't have to wake him up. As quietly as possible I snug out of bed, grabbed a sweater and left the bedroom to make some coffee. The living room was cold and I realized that after all that fuzz about locking the door, we hadn't closed the window to the deck. Smart. After closing it I turned on the heater and half an hour later I had found my place on the couch, watching the sunrise. Only to then fall asleep again, before I even had a sip of the coffee. I woke up again when Namjoon squatted next to me, he looked a bit confused. "Hey, good morning." he said, his fingers gently moving hair out of my face. "Did I snore?" I was squinting my eyes, a bit confused myself now. "Hm?" "Why did you sleep on the couch?" "Oh... no, I didn't. I got up, but then it was so comfortable here that I must have fallen asleep again. What time is it?" "Ten." "Oh, wow, I slept for another three hours, crazy." I made room for him when he got up to lie next to me. There wasn't really enough room on the couch for two people to lie next to each other, but we made it work. "You do snore though." I said, after having closed my eyes again, cuddling into the hood of his sweater. "I know. But so do you." I chuckled against his throat. "Yeah... I know." We just lay there for a bit before starting our day properly.

I really had never seen him so awake, but that's what 11 hours of sleep could do to you. After a late breakfast, we walked around a little, only to realize that our shoes really weren't made for this kind of terrain. So we didn't get far, but that didn't matter. Even the area around the house was interesting, there was a - admittedly pretty run down - tire swing tied to a tree around the edge of the cliff. Which was really scary at first, but fun after having tested that it wouldn't come off. He didn't hurt himself then, but later when he tried to climb an old tree. In the house I found a first aid kit and covered his forearm and the deep scratches on it with band-aids, not able to hide my amusement. He was also grinning, but I could tell that he was annoyed by himself as well. "I am sorry, I really don't like that you hurt yourself, it is just so funny. I was aware you were clumsy but damn..." "I know. I don't even think I am not a careful person, rather the opposite. But somehow... I just... break things and hurt myself and lose important stuff all the time." I shook my head smiling. "Okay, all done. Enough playtime for you though." He inspected his arm for a moment, then sighed and kissed me.

Time passed so slowly these first few days. Everything was new and exciting and for the first time, I wasn't thinking about saying goodbye soon when I was with him, which made everything much more relaxed. On our third day it was pouring outside and at some point even thundering. Seeing it through the huge window front was amazing though but I didn't mind staying in bed with Namjoon for most of the day.

"I need rest, woman." he said at some point, I was sitting on his lap, my hands in his hair, ready for more mischief. He let himself fall backwards into the mattress while I laughed. I was pretty exhausted as well, I could already feel my body getting sore, but it was just so hard to stop when you knew there was no reason to. Carefully I got off his lap and lay down next to him, we were both a bit sweaty, but I didn't mind. Actually, it was nice. Getting comfortable with each other was something that usually happened over time, but that was a luxury that wasn't a given with us. "Can you have so much sex that you just get over it?" I wondered, only half-serious, while I pulled a sheet over my body. He raised an eyebrow, squinting his eyes and moving his head to the side to look at me. "I am not over it. I don't want to stop having sex, I just want to stop having sex for a few hours..." I chuckled. "Doesn't mean I don't want to look at you though." He said while gesturing towards the sheet that was now covering my body. There it was again, that confident tone in his voice. It seemed to come naturally to him. I wasn't someone who necessarily was into dominating personalities, but there was just something about him knowing what the wanted and being self-assured enough to say it out loud without hesitation that appealed to me to a point where it made my whole body tense up a little. He really wasn't always like that and sometimes I wondered whether he even was aware of it. No matter what it was, it slowly made me pull down the sheets again and Namjoon let his eyes glide over my chest without hesitation or shyness.

Later that day I was putting dishes in the dishwasher and had decided to turn on my phone for the first time since we had gotten here. There were so many messages I almost wanted to turn it off again right away. But I quickly answered messages from my mum from and Lauren, then I noticed a voice message by an unknown number. It was less than 15 seconds long. Without thinking about it too much I listened to it. There was some sort of crackle noise and then: "Hey Noona. This is Jungkook. Jin gave me number. Ask Namjoon about Expensive Girl." I stood there a bit confused, listened to it again. I checked the time, figured he might be still awake and texted back.

Me: [4:47 PM] Hey. What is Expensive Girl? Jungkook: [4:49 AM]: ask! No google! funny! :D

I was still confused and put the phone to the side. "Namjoon?" "Yeah?" Okay, so he wasn't in the shower anymore. "Do you know an expensive girl?" Silence for a second. "Pardon?" "Do you know what expensive girl means?" More silence, after a while I moved towards the bedroom where Namjoon was standing in boxer shorts. He looked perplexed, soon he pouted. "Who... who made you ask that?" His question was followed by an annoyed UGGHHH sound. "Jungkook?" "That little shit!" When he started to blush, he looked more embarrassed than shocked and I tried to push back all weird thoughts I might have had about JK warning me of something. "Oh my god, what is expensive girl?" "You really don't want to know. I am going to kill that asshole, he knows exactly how..." "What isss iittt?" My face had basically turned into the :D smiley. Maybe that was a little mean but I could tell by his reaction and the fact that JK apparently got a kick out of it, that it was something... kinda great. "Nooo." he said and looked for a shirt.

I just stood there, not really sure what to do. Of course, it was okay that he didn't want to tell me but at the same time it made me feel a little weird. So after a few moments, I left the room to let him calm down. When he came into the living room a few minutes later, he was not only fully clothed, his facial expression had also somewhat changed. He looked at me and nodded and then turned around so that he didn't have to face me while he was talking. I leaned against the kitchen counter. "Okay. So. When I was a teenager I did underground hip hop." "Yeah, I am aware." "And sometimes I would do covers." "Okay..." "And there is one... that is called expensive girl. And it's... like really embarrassing." "Because it's bad?" "Ouch. No. I mean yeah, but more the lyrics." I cleared my throat while thinking. "Because it is so cheesy?" "Oh it is cheesy, but that is not the worst part." "Can I hear it?" I heard him quietly speak Korean to himself, it sounded like swearing and Jungkooks name was definitely mentioned. "It's fine if not. But it is probably not as bad as you think..." "I think you wouldn't understand why it is bad if you don't... okay. Just. Okay. It's on Youtube. Just give it a listen, but sit over on the couch so I don't have to stand next to you while you do it."

I did as I was told. I searched for expensive girl on youtube and eventually found a RapMonster song. It started slow and I shot Namjoon a glance while he was finishing up loading the dishwasher. R&B had never been my thing, but I couldn't help a mean "Uhhh... it's a sexy song..." comment because of the beat. He winced because I had no idea yet what I was saying.

Honestly, it wasn't great but until almost the very end I didn't get what the problem was. There was something about wanting a hug and I made a "Dawww" sound, which Namjoon only reacted to with a "wait for it" with his back towards me. I kept waiting, till my mouth was suddenly open and I turned towards him, but all I could hear was him aggressively putting away food into the fridge. It got worse until that last line killed me so much that my body had this weird reaction where I was laughing so hard that no air seemed to get into my lungs and I was almost completely silent, simply falling onto the couch on my side. My eyes were watery, I just couldn't help it. Finally, I started breathing properly again and my laughter was so loud that Namjoon walked over and stood in front of the couch. A slight smile had appeared on his lips but there was also annoyance in his face and insecurity, he had crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Yeah...yeahyeah..." he just said, but I just wasn't done laughing yet. I raised my hand to reach for his because I didn't want him to be upset, but he shook his head, sitting down smiling on the chair next to the couch. "I'm going to wait here until you are done." It took a minute. Finally, I managed to get words out. "Why..." "I was a teenager and into Hip Hop, okay?" "Namjoon... beat that pussy..." "Yes, okay, don't repeat it." He had closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the headrest. "And. Were you aware that it sounded like you were saying something along the lines of "I'm a mastrubator with your bra." "Nooo..."Master, baby, with your bra!"" he corrected. "But I am now!" "Only 16-year-olds say shit like being a master with a bra." "UGHHHHH." I wiped my cheeks because I had actually cried a little and then grabbed my phone to simply text Jungkook a thank you. When I got up, Namjoon was still sitting there, hiding a grin, but it only got wider when I sat on his lap, trying to put my arms around his shoulders. "Nope. Go away..." He said, playfully pushing my arms away. "Come ooonn... it's funny... you were so young." "I AM going to kill him, ever since he bulked up he pulls this kind of shit way too often." I moved a hand to his cheek so he would look at me until he finally did and started to laugh as well.

We spent the rest of the evening talking about music. It started harmless, with music we both knew and liked... but then we started playing each other songs the other one didn't know while sitting on the living room floor. Because of the horrible internet connection the house had, sometimes it was frustrating when a song wouldn't load and it was therefore hard to explain something to the other one. But we had fun and I think at first we really just enjoyed sharing these things, especially because I liked the songs he was showing me, he said he liked mine as well. But the more we got into it, the more our opinions differed.

It ended in somewhat of a fight, but we were both still laughing. This was nothing to get upset about, but at the same time, it was so frustrating when the other person didn't seem to get you. "Look, I am not saying it is bad. It's just... so rough and sometimes off tune and could have easily be done so much better." I stopped the song - something by the Libertines. "I know that, but it's exactly what I do like about it! It sounds like it is live and real and... why does it have to be polished? I don't think I would enjoy it as much then..." "...it's so sloppy. A bit more work and..." "... it would have been a stadium rock song and lost all its charm!"

Namjoon had folded his hands in front of his forehead as if I was giving him a headache, but I couldn't give this up. I didn't want him to agree, but he had to accept why I liked it. "So music that is polished doesn't have charm?" "Oh my god, you are so annoying, you know exactly that is not what I said!" I had had enough and tried to kick his foot with mine, but he caught it with his hand and pulled me over to him while I tried to escape. Which was difficult with only one leg. "It's lazy music." "Not every song can be about expensive girls." "Ohhhh, I knew you would go there!" I finally freed myself of his hand, but then didn't move away, just kept chuckling, sitting next to him crosslegged and shaking my head. He did the same next to me and I knew right then and there that he was just as happy as I was. That just sitting here, fake fighting, was more important than having an expensive treehouse or a huge bed. Talking to him made me happy, that was all I needed. I put my hand on his thigh, drawing little circles on the fabric of his pants with my finger. Only to start humming Expensive Girl again and with an annoyed growl, he decided to tickle me to the ground.