divinejoonie

Jungkook the type of boyfriend who loves you quietly. He may be loud at times, but when it comes to you, he’s soft and kind. He whispers he loves you when he thinks you’re sleeping, he wakes up early to do the dishes from the night before, because he wants you to sleep in. He stands beside you, helping you fold laundry, his tongue sticking out as he tries to make it as pretty as yours. He steals a bottle of your perfume before he leaves on tour, because he loves the smell, and he’ll spray it on his pillow, and hoodies just so feels close to you. He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, only to rest his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes to listen to the sound of your voice. He’d set up a puzzle date, just so he could watch you try and figure out where the pieces go, cause he loves the way your nose crinkles, and the way he gets to kiss your pout away when you’re getting frustrated. When you cry cause you’re hurting, he holds you, his own tears trickling down his cheeks, cause he hates seeing you in pain. He gazes at you while you talk about your day, genuinely interested in what you have to say. He can’t help to smile when you get excited, his doe eyes capturing every one of your movement. When someone asks him about you, he gets bashful, and softly says how beautiful you are, because of course they know how gorgeous you are, how could anyone not? He draws circles and hearts on your back while you lay stomach down on the floor, reading some book you heard was great from Namjoon. You’d walk into his office to clean the trash, and on his monitor would be a picture of the two of you. You’d catch him working on a new projects, and his videos of you looking out the window at lunch, your eyes twinkling from the natural sunlight. You never realized how much he looked at you, until you watched one of his films, and you are so overwhelmed with his love for you, he sits in the corner on the couch, so nervous that you won’t like it. You two would take a bath, and it would smell like lavender and daisies, and he would kiss between you shoulder blades, resting his forehead on your back, arms wrapped around you as he sung softly. He’d watch you sleep, and the flutter of your lashes. He’d wake up to you, and swore to himself that he could never love you more than he did in that moment, but the next morning he’d be even more in love with you.