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he pulls his head back from where he’s nibbling your ear. he’s smirking now, enjoying whatever it was that’s happening at this second. “what’s unprofessional about practicing for a scene?” he asks. “we’re just making sure we nail it before it gets filmed.”

“if that was the case, there should be an intimacy coach with us.”

“we can call her then. let her decide how i’m going to make you feel good tonight.”

“you’re not serious, are you?”

“of course not.” you see him roll his eyes. “unless you like being watched, then maybe i can make an exception for you.”

“i am not some kind of exhibionist.”

“instead, you’re an actress—which is essentially the same thing, right?”

you have the nerve to laugh at the ridiculousness of his statement, but then you feel his hands sliding further under your bra, cupping your tits and kneading them—and your brain short circuits, speechless at the sensation it’s giving you, more so when he closes the distance between your faces and grants you the kiss you can never refrain from indulging in.

you’re reminded that this was wrong again on so many levels. why did you even agree to this? you knew it was already stupid when the proposal of ‘practicing’ the bed scene was offered to you by namjoon, yet you agreed anyway, despite knowing very well that this was just a scheme to get under your pants. you weren’t blind nor oblivious; you were positive that namjoon craved for you as much as you craved for him in between the instances you aren’t acting and playing the part of being lovers. you just didn’t think that he would have the courage to make a move and do something about the sexual tension you shared with each other even when the camera isn’t rolling.

you suck in a deep breath as he goes down on his knees, fingers fumbling on the buttons and zipper of your pants to take it off for you. once he does, you have a harder time regulating your breathing; the sight of him alone with his hair pointing in every direction and his cheeks flushed with anticipation are enough to drive you crazy. not to mention the look he has on his eyes which are hypnotizing as fuck—it’s desperate, seductive, and smug, like he knows that you’ll keep on coming back to him after he’s done with you.

You shrugged, a taunting smirk curving up the corners of your mouth at the accusing look he was giving you right then.

Needy Joon equaled jealous Joon. And, God, did you enjoy whenever jealous Joon made an appearance.

“Would you dump me for him?” he pushed it, and you could see the confident smile that was starting to show up on his face — jealous or not, he knew you would not leave him, not for anyone.

But two could be confident. So, you said nothing, instead just having your lips part into a smile as you could no longer hold back a throaty laugh.

Namjoon tried his best not to let out a laugh of his own as well, somehow managing to keep his serious semblance. “Oh, so you would dump me for… What was his name again? Seabass?”

“Sebastian” you corrected. “Thought you were good enough in English to know Seabass is not an actual name?”

“You don’t even deny it…”

“Yah, Kim Namjoon!” you tackled him down on the mattress. “We’re getting married next month, you should know by now that I am not leaving you for the world”.

He smiled sweetly, dimples forming on his cheeks and hands holding your hips. “You promise?”

“I promise” you smiled as well. “Who else would give me the chance to be a trophy wife if I ever wanted to quit my job?”

That had him throwing his head back as a throaty laugh escaped his mouth. Once he let all his amusement out, he was back to looking at you, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek before he pulled you in for his lips to gently trap your bottom one.

“Stay here…” he pleaded once more.

“It’s literally just work,” you mumbled against his mouth. “I will be back home before you know it”.

“Or you could just not go at all” his words came out in more of a whisper as his lips temptingly brushed on yours.

“Mm…” you pretended to consider it for a second, allowing his lips to press on yours once more. “Nope, I definitely can’t skip work just like that”.

Letting out a heavy sigh as he knew there was no changing your mind, he slumped down on bed, finally losing his hold on you — lips instinctively turning into a pout when you pressed one last kiss to his mouth before you could go get ready for the day.

“Don’t take too long” his eyes followed you as you made your way to the door. “And you better let Seabass know you’re engaged”.

it was because of you, the girl he has been lucky to call his wife ever since the both of you got married four months ago, exactly two months before he was deployed to his most recent assignment.

yoongi found it a bit strange that you managed to elicit such a reaction from him despite the fact that you two have been in a relationship for three years before stepping it up, meaning that this wasn’t supposed to be the time wherein he was discovering that he actually feared for his life and feared that he would leave you if ever something happened to him.

but perhaps due to the fact that he was now sure that you and him were going to have a future together thanks to you who already agreed to be his companion for life, the notion that this future he spoke off ceasing to exist because of his own doing put him in absolute shambles.

it made him panic so much that it even urged him to take the earliest flight back to the town where you were waiting for him once the mission was deemed a success and they were dismissed, almost quitting completely from being a naval aviator if it weren’t for his superior that firmly told him that he was only permitting him to take a break from the navy and not completely abandon it just because of a near death experience.

yoongi barely slept throughout the flight; he barely thought of anything or anyone else besides you. hence, the second you opened the door to him when he got home, he found himself immediately kissing your mouth with such fervor, in clear need and desperation to have you as close to him as possible so that he could convince his brain that all was well and that he didn’t manage to fuck up your future together by tragically dying. 

the both of you didn’t even manage to get to the bedroom (or the sofa in the living room at least) before he was already touching every part of your body, getting you ready for him in the fastest manner he could. it shocked him how much he craved for you that he settled in doing it against the wall of the hallway later on, not one to be exactly vanilla in bed but was considerate enough to do it in a place that was sure to be comfortable for the two of you.

“thank you,” you whispered to him all of the sudden once the adrenaline died down and the both of you were now sprawled on the carpeted floor inside the living room, a dark-colored wool blanket thrown over your bodies in an attempt to cover yourselves up.

he forced himself to stay awake at the sound of your voice despite having his eyes shut.

an arm of his was behind your head while one of yours was placed around his torso, your fingers rubbing a small part of his back.

“what for?” yoongi asked.

“for coming home to me.”

yoongi finally fluttered his eyelids open and saw you gazing at him; he appeared surprised at your statement at first, yet he figured that you must have understood the circumstances that led him to being here much earlier than planned on your own because of the way he was behaving since arriving back.

he can’t blame you; if there was anyone who knew him better than anyone else, it was you.

“you know i always pray that you come home safely, right?” you added, your hand moving to his cheeks; he grasped them and brought it closer to his mouth, kissing your fingers softly.

“i know,” he said. “and i hope you know that i’m always doing everything i can to return to you.”

you smiled. “i know.”

“i somehow still feel the need to apologize though,” he continued, throat drying up at what he was going to admit. “yesterday, during the mission… it was a close call.”

you sighed. of course, you already had an idea that he almost didn’t make it like you stated, but it was different hearing it from yoongi himself. it caused your heart to drop, your stomach churning in the worst way; nonetheless, you didn’t voice your worries out loud, knowing that there was no use in dwelling on it when he was perfectly safe in your arms at the moment (and because judging from how yoongi was acting, it seemed to have seriously shook him up).

“it’s part of your job, sweetheart. i’m just grateful that you’re here.”

“i almost didn’t make it though.”

“don’t say it like that.”

“it’s the truth.” he swallowed hard. “i almost made you a goddamn widow, ____.”

you winced. “stop.”

“i’m sorry,” he apologized again, gingerly bringing you in his arms, fully embracing you, “i’m so sorry. for what i said, and for being reckless, arrogant… i wasn’t thinking clearly—”

you shushed him and pressed a kiss on his throat. “you’re here, that’s what matters.” you returned his embrace. “you’re here with me, yoongi. i don’t need anything else.”

“okay.” he took a deep breath, calming himself down. “okay, honey. i’m always going to be, alright. i swear to you. i’ll do anything in my power to always come home. i’m sorry.”

“stop saying sorry.”

“i’m sorry,” he said once more, and you peered at him with mock annoyance. “that’s the last one. i promise.”

“fine.” you scooted upwards and kissed him, this time forgiving and passionate, showing him how he didn’t have to worry because he was here—he was with you, and no matter what, you believed that it was always going to end up that way.

note. i have a naval aviator!jk fic in the works and this maybe a little spinoff to yoongi's character that is also featured there hehehe.

thank you for reading! as i live for positive reinforcement, feedback is always appreciated ♡

though it would be fairly impressive on his end if they were able to do grand jetés by the end of class 

“i’m so happy we get to play with toddlers all day!” lisa squeals, plopping herself down next to you as you continue your morning stretches in front of the mirror, “aren’t you excited??” 

“i think it’ll be fun!” you smile, nodding in agreement before shrugging, “i’m a little nervous because i literally have never interacted with a child other than my little cousins, and they’re like eight to nine years old now, so i’m out of practice…” 

“it’s okay, y/n,” you feel a harsh pat on your shoulder and you look up to see seulgi smiling sweetly at you, “not all of us can be good at everything. you keep the class humble.”  

“very funny, seulgi.” you grumble, rolling your eyes before turning to look back at lisa, “i’m just glad we kinda get a day off because we have to help mr. park teach the toddlers. i don’t know about you but i am not in the mood to do any pirouettes this morning.” you huff, adjusting your leg warmers before checking out your reflection in the mirror to make sure you look okay

you also feel a little groggy because you didn’t get much sleep last night 

you spent the night at jimin’s and then he drove you back to your place early (because lisa texted and said she’d come over in the morning to have breakfast with you before the two of you zipped over to the studio so you had to go home otherwise she’d be wondering where the hell else you’d be) 

“do you think i should’ve worn the sheep-patterned leg warmers instead? i feel like toddlers would be more receptive to sheeps-“ for some reason you feel like you’re trying to impress the toddlers even though they probably don’t even know what leg warmers are and even if they did they couldn’t care less about them

you were going to wear your sweatpants but you got a new pair of leg warmers and you wanted to show them off (they’re baby pink with little black bows on the back of them), so you decided to pair them with your black leotard, a matching black wrap cardigan, and your stockings of course

“ah, i just love kids,” lisa sighs, getting up from the ground as you get up as well before looping her arm with yours, “and i don’t know about you, but seeing mr. park interact with kids is also something that i’m very much looking forward to.” 

you feel a wide grin growing on your face at the reminder that yes, you’re finally going to see jimin interacting with cute little kids and you remind yourself to keep it cool

you and jimin only started dating a few weeks ago and you don’t want to scare him off by getting all baby crazy

you don’t even know if jimin wants kids 

…

does he want kids?

and if he does, would he want to have them with you? because you certainly wouldn’t mind carrying his beautiful children and-

“oh my god, they’re so cute!” 

the room erupts into high pitched coos and squeals when the toddlers, well, toddle into the room, all of them dressed in matching baby pink cardigans and leotards and chiffon skirts with stockings on their little legs and neat little slicked back buns on their little heads and it doesn’t take long for you to fall in love with all of them because oh my god they’re so cute and you just want to eat their chubby little cheekies and gobble them up and rRRaAWOOF- 

“ladies, here are our little guests for the day,” jimin laughs lightly, shutting the door behind him quietly as he gently nudges the little ones towards the group like a herd of little baby sheep, “there are twenty-four of them and twelve of you, so if you could each take two for the day, that would be wonderful- oh!” jimin pauses when he accidentally bumps into one of the girls and he reaches down to pat her head, “sorry honey, mr. park is a little clumsy today and you’re just so small-“ 

“oh god, i can’t take it-“ lisa groans quietly, holding a hand over her mouth as she muffles a squeal and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet excitedly, “i can’t take it i can’t take it i can’t take it that is so stinking cute-“ 

“what are we supposed to do, do we just grab two random ones and go?” seulgi asks with a frown and you can’t help but snort because that is such a seulgi thing to ask 

“don’t grab two of them and go, this isn’t a drive through-“ you chuckle, watching as the other girls disperse into the crowd of teeny ballereenies to collect their two for the day, “you just have to go and see which ones vibe with you, i think. which might be hard for you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“well, all children know that they need to stay away from the wicked witch of the west- OW-“ you yelp when seulgi delivers a hard punch to your arm before taking off 

it’s only in that moment you notice one of the little girls in the back, wide-eyed and holding onto both her slippers, looking as lost as ever 

she stumbles forward as the other girls start shuffling forwards slightly, all the toddlers clearly a little intimidated by all of you 

you make your way over to her and she immediately looks up at you, her lips parting slightly 

“hi! do you need some help with your slippers?” you crouch down so that you’re eye-level with her and she nods shyly before averting her gaze, “okay, i can help you. i’m y/n. what’s your name?” you stand back up before holding your hand out for her and she wraps her hand around two of your fingers, trailing behind you as you lead her to a free corner in the room 

“mia.” 

“mia’s a very pretty name,” you smile, looking down at her (from your angle, you can see her little cheeks protruding out slightly and it’s just so cute) 

“i dropt my swipper.” mia suddenly stops in her tracks and you stop as well, letting her bend down to pick up her slipper only for the other one to fall onto the ground, “oops, i dropt my swipper again.” 

you and lisa make eye contact from across the room and she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout before scrunching her face and putting a hand over her chest and you make the same expression in return to tell her that oh my god, i know, right?!

“alright, miss mia, do you wanna sit down for me?” you hum, sitting down cross-legged before patting your lap, “it’ll be easier for me to put your slippers on if you’re sitting.” 

mia nods before plopping herself down on your lap and you nearly let out a coo when you notice how teeny weeny her slippers are

they’re just so cute! and they’re basically the size of your hand!!!!!! 

“how old are you, mia?” you ask, taking her slippers from her before lifting one of her chubby little legs up so you can put a slipper on 

“thwee.” she holds four fingers up and you giggle, reaching over to put one of them down for her, “i’m thwee.” she kicks her legs slightly, sticking the one with the slipper up into the air before wiggling her toes 

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

jimin smiles to himself as he looks around the room, feeling weirdly proud at how well all of you are looking after the little ones even though his teaching has nothing to do with how good you guys are with kids 

he started the class off with a few warm-up exercises and was very impressed at how well the little girls followed his lead (to be honest he’s already picked out the ones that would survive in his class when they’re older, and it’s definitely not the one that started twirling around in ditzy, uncoordinated circles when he asked everyone to get into third position), and it’s only been about twenty minutes but according to the schedule given to him, they take ten minute breaks every twenty minutes which seems a little too lax for his liking, but then again — he’s not a teacher for toddlers, so who is he to say what’s right and what’s wrong? 

and he has to admit that it was hard to not watch you the entire time you were guiding your girls and showing them how to do everything properly (“demi-plie, mia! keep your back straight just like me…”) 

at first he was going to tell you off because you were kneeled on the ground while he was teaching up front but then he realized you were only doing it so you could help the little ones with positioning their feet, and not to mention, you weren’t just helping your own two ballereenies, you were helping whichever ones were around you which was just… so nice to see 

and perhaps the others will suspect him of favouritism because he’s pretty sure lisa caught him staring fondly at you at one point but it’s not like anyone would ever confront him about it so he’s really not too worried 

“and at home, i- i do- um, i do, um, dance evewywhere and my favouwite- favouwite song is wet it go from fwozen because anna and elsa-“

“speaking of let it go- emma, you better let go of my bun before you yank my hair off my head!”

jimin’s ears perk up in interest when he hears your voice among the many voices and squeals and giggles in the room and he turns around, eyes scanning the room until he finally lands on you to see you surrounded by six of the baby ballerinas

you’ve got one of them sitting on your lap with her hand buried in a pack of animal crackers (none of them brought snacks with them so he’s assuming those came from you), one of them with their arms slung over you from behind and her cheek pressed to your shoulder, three of them sitting cross-legged around you, and the last one prancing around you chatting away excitedly 

you wrap your arm securely around the one sitting on your lap, reaching down to smooth some of her hair back before leaning over a little to look at her and ask if she’s alright, and she nods in response before holding a cracker up for you to take 

jimin feels his heart skip a beat at the adorable sight because he was certainly not aware of how good you are with children

he can’t help but chuckle when he notices you showing off your leg warmers off 

so cute

so, so cute

his eyes widen when you look up and immediately lock gazes with him only for you to wave at him shyly before returning your attention to the girls after jimin returns a smile and a wave of his own 

you and y/n would make a really cute baby, the intrusive voice in his head tells him as his arm drops back to his side, and jimin finds his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of a teeny little y/n trailing behind him like a little duckling 

he could dress her up in her ballet clothes and put bows in her hair and train her to become the best ballerina the world has ever seen and she’d have your hair and eyes and his nose and mouth and she’d be so sweet and kind like you but strong and tenacious like him 

and not to sound like a hormonal boy or anything but the process of baby-making seems like it’d be very fun 

…

…

…

“mr. park, y/n’s stealing all the kids!” jimin looks over when he hears seulgi whining and he resists the urge to snort at how huffy she’s being, “i took two of them like you told us to but all of them are like, gravitating towards y/n for some reason-“

“well, i guess there’s just something about y/n that they like, seulgi.” jimin responds with a shrug, keeping his eyes glued on you with a fond smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 

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jungkook invited you to go for lunch with him and ji-eun and co. because… well, why wouldn’t he invite you? you’re his friend, of course you’re invited for a nice lunch and a stroll downtown 

and the only reason why you guys (aka you, jungkook, ji-eun, jimin, and taehyung) are in the flower shop in the first place is because jungkook mentioned that he’d gotten ji-eun’s bouquet and teddy bear here and she wanted to take a look 

the two of them are currently chatting it up with seokjin who very clearly is trying to get jungkook to buy a massive bouquet for ji-eun and you’re slightly concerned at how good of a salesman he is because now you’re wondering if you should get a bouquet for yourself. 

as for the other two, jimin wanted to get some shots of his outfit in front of the flowers because admittedly the inside of the story is fairly vibey and taehyung’s helping him out with that 

and you… didn’t know where else you could go, so you decided to walk to the far end of the store and pretend like you were really interested in the petunias 

“what can i do to help you, buddy?” yoongi pouts mockingly, pushing his bottom lip out and making his eyes all big as he leans against the counter and folds his arms on top of it, “i can wrap the bouquet up for you so if you run in the rain again it’ll be waterproof.”

“okay, you- you really don’t have to rub it in my face like that,” you snap a little harsher than intended, but you really can’t help it because yoongi is genuinely being an asshole, “you’re just mad because you don’t have a friend who’d do something like that for you.”

“well, if i had a friend who did all of that for me and was pretty like you, i wouldn’t be friends with them anymore,” yoongi pauses, tilting his head slightly, “i’d make ‘em my girlfriend.” 

“you-“ you feel your face flush at the out-of-nowhere compliment before scoffing, “okay, now i see why you guys have five stars for customer service! i see what you’re doing, using your skills to get me to buy something-“ 

“aw, c’mon, don’t get all shy on me now…” yoongi laughs, reaching over to hook a finger against the crack of your elbow and tugging you back slightly, “you weren’t shy when you were practically begging me to open the shop up for you past closing.” 

“no, kook, you don’t need to get another bouquet for me, honestly…” you look over when you hear ji-eun laughing lightly, and almost immediately your mood dips when you see her loop her arm through his before leaning down to rest her head against his shoulder 

you wince slightly when you feel that all too familiar pinch in your chest at the sight of how loved-up the two of them are but you straighten your posture when you notice jimin looking towards your direction 

you still don’t know what his problem is with you… you’ve been quite civil with him so you really have no idea why he doesn’t seem to like you all that much 

taehyung is definitely the friendlier one but you’re still intimidated to talk to him even though he initiates a lot of conversations with you 

you just… don’t fit in with them, and you’re slightly concerned you’re losing jungkook to them-

“what’s your favourite colour?” yoongi asks all of a sudden, and you turn around to face him, grateful that he’s serving as a distraction from the searing pain in your chest-

“uh, good question!” you clear your throat, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth before shrugging, “like… like a burnt orange. a deep-toned orange? not, like, velma from scooby doo orange, a little darker than that-“ 

“okay, got it.” you jump when yoongi suddenly whips a pair of shears out from his back pocket, making a snipping motion at you before rounding the counter and walking over to the massive collection of petunias 

“you don’t strike me as a deep orange girl, but let me see here…” he fingers through them gently, humming to himself as he cups a flower in his hand gently before snipping it off, being careful not to clip his fingers by accident, “we don’t have a burnt orange colour, but this one is like a yellowy-orange.” yoongi flips the shears in between his fingers smoothly before shoving it into his back pocket and turning to face you, “hope that’s alright.”

“i- i mean, it’s alright with me because i have no idea what you’re doing,” you snort, leaning back against the counter with one ankle crossed over the other, “i hope you’re not going to make me pay for that-“

“i won’t. this one’s on me.” 

“what are you-!” you freeze when yoongi approaches you a lot closer than a salesclerk should, and almost immediately you feel your entire face light up when he smooths some of your hair back before tucking the petunia behind your ear, his tongue poking out in concentration as he adjusts it so that it won’t fall out 

“hey, look at that.” yoongi smiles, crossing his arms over his chest as he nods contently, “cute.” 

you smile meekly, unsure of what to respond with and unsure of why your stomach is doing teeny little somersaults 

“thank you.” you clear your throat quietly, leaning back a little so you can check out your reflection in the mirror, “it’s- i like the colour, it’s a nice colour.”

“mm, i know. i’m the one that grew them.” yoongi clicks his tongue as he makes his way back behind the counter, “anyway, fifth wheel- if jin asks, you definitely paid for that and i’ve been mopping the floors diligently this whole time.”

Jungkook reminds you that love is unfair.

He reminds you that love is unfair in the same way you remember that you don’t belong to his world. He’s the walking proof that it’s possible to have everything without suffering, and as much as it isn’t his fault that he was born to it, it irks you.

You don’t hate Jungkook, no. It’s much more complex than that, something to do with the bitterness in your mind and heart from doing everything only to barely equate to what Jungkook– people like Jungkook — get for doing nothing.

You don’t hate Jungkook, he’s tolerable. He’s loving to the people dear to him; stuck-up most of the time but won’t go out of his way just to be an asshole. He can hold conversations with you, sometimes steering outside the parameters of you being his bodyguard and him being your boss. He’s rude at times but he’s tolerable — it’s the best of what you could get from people like him.

What you hate about him is that he probably hasn’t had a bad day ever in his life. 

You don’t know him to an intimate degree but you know, you know that Jungkook has not worked extremely hard for anything ever in his life. He hasn’t fought for anything because he didn’t have to.

Maybe it’s just a bad day for you today, accidentally scrolling past an article that detailed about your abrupt exit from the fighting scene. It makes your throat constrict when you skim through it for a second and register the exact words that have once crossed your mind before in a fit of insecurity; you were cowardly and cheap for leaving the octagon to become a glorified babysitter for Jeon Jungkook.

Perhaps it’s such a bad day for you today that even when you think about how your job as a bodyguard pays so much more than your occupation as a fighter, it does nothing. The lack of fatigue from guarding a nepotism baby outweighs your body more than the injuries you’ve gotten throughout your career. 

Despite being stagnant in the water instead of flailing around, you have never been more afloat than now. You’re financially and physically stable more than ever and it’s because you protect, not fight.

Even if you hate him sometimes, you protect Jungkook with your whole life. You guard him like your life depended on it because for so long, it’s been ingrained in your head that it was either do or die. That if you don’t work hard enough, there won’t be food on the table. That if you don’t fight desperately and harshly enough, no one would be able to take care of the people you’ll leave in your wake.

You do your best when you follow Jungkook to bars and assess everyone in there in the process, prioritizing your regard for his safety more than his remarks of you being a cockblock. You adhere to instinct and hold him by the waist in crowded places, even if he grumbles that you’re spoiling his game.

You pour your all when you accompany Jungkook to a private fitting and wait for him outside of the dressing room, patiently anticipating what he’d look like in a suit meant to accept an award for being one of the most influential individuals in this generation. You don’t know exactly what constitutes to him being influential besides being himself, but perhaps his existence itself is what’s most outstanding about him.

You pour so much of yourself that when Jungkook steps out of the dressing room, you smile at him fondly, sincerely. 

You give so much of yourself that protecting Jungkook has become synonymous to falling for him.

You think love is unfair because it’s biased. It’s cruel and it chooses because love is simply not for everyone. Love is not for the weak.

“It’s a tiny bowl,” you reason with Jungkook as you present your laptop to him, convincing your husband to purchase it along with his monthly online shopping spree.

“A ridiculously tiny bowl with a tiny house on the middle,” Jungkook affirms, a soft giggle building on his throat when he sees you amused.

It’s small. Far too small to be functionable for daily use but there’s something about it that makes you squeal excitedly whenever you see it, having to screw your eyes shut whenever because you couldn’t handle it.

“It’s so tiny. We can’t even eat out of this,” Jungkook states realistically but he’s not even stern. In fact, his voice is fawning. “Let’s buy it.”

You look so happy about the tiny thing; so decided on it to the point that you don’t even have it yet you’re already giddy just over the concept of having it.

“So tiny. You can’t even eat with regular utensils when you’re using that bowl. You have to use tiny little teaspoons,” you giggle at the thought, leaning your head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Your husband pictures your thought so clearly that he giggles even harder, your head moving while his shoulders tremble in amusement.

“Right. Tiny little teaspoons. It probably won’t even fill us, right?” he chuckles, shaking his head before settling on a thought that pops into his head. “It’s so tiny, I bet it would only fulfill a tiny little baby’s needs.”

“Yeah.”

“Yup.”

It’s not lost on both you and Jungkook that although your giggles have died down, there’s just something about the tiny ceramic bowl that keeps you happy and elated. Not lost on you either that in silent understanding, your shared happiness with your husband isn’t so much about actual little bowls anymore.

“Anyway, let me search if there’s tiny little teaspoons that would match this tiny little bowl,” Jungkook smiles, his voice meek and undeniably excited as he turns your laptop to face him.

It doesn’t even register that while doing so, his elbow accidentally nudged your phone that’s haphazardly put at the edge of the table, flinging it to your lap — doesn’t even register until there’s a sudden hiss.

Miso appears on your lap out of nowhere, her teeth bared at Jungkook and her tail puffed up in distress. She’s suddenly angry judging from her body language alone, a yowl threatening to spill out of her while she stands on your thighs.

“She’s so feisty,” Jungkook mutters, not even moving to get your phone out of your lap because Miso looks like she’ll swipe him at any moment.

He’s not even mad at the cat.

He’s even a little curious.

“It’s like she’s protective of you,” your husband mutters, tilting his head when he notices that Miso’s backed up into you so far that her hind paws press against your midriff even if it means she’s put in an awkward position.

“You’re right,” you agree, your voice softening when you notice where exactly she is placed. “Kinda like I’m the tiny little bowl.”

“The tiny little bowl, yeah. Like that,” Jungkook hums. “The tiny little bowl,” he repeats, eyes flcikering to you and back to Miso who looks hellbent on protecting you. “With the tiny little home in the middle.”

He gently outstretches his hand, painstakingly slow as neither of you speak a word while he regains the trust of the cat, enough for her to sniff at his palm and her stance to relax.

Jungkook takes it further as he presses his hand at the middle of your stomach, clothed by his shirt, and protectively secured by Miso.

Maybe it’s not just about the actual, ceramic tiny little bowl with the tiny little home in the middle anymore.