jungkwok

Rolling your eyes, you nudged his arm with your shoulder. “Fine. It was… a good date.”

“Just good?” He leaned closer, his face inches from yours, eyes glittering under the streetlight. “I thought it was at least… amazing.”

You were about to retort, but Jungkook suddenly stopped walking. You turned, confused, until you noticed he was digging in his pocket. He pulled out his wallet, flipped it open, and carefully slid the photo strip inside one of the clear sleeves. He smoothed it down with his thumb, like it was something precious, like he was filing away proof of a secret you both had just agreed to keep.

“There,” he said, snapping the wallet shut. “Now I can look at it whenever I want.”

“Wow,” you teased, though your chest was practically glowing, “imagine if anyone finds it in there.”

“Then they’ll know I had the best date ever,” he said simply, and started walking again, his hand naturally reaching for yours like it belonged there.

The rest of the way home was quiet in the kind of way that felt safe. He hummed under his breath—a song you couldn’t quite place but sounded like something soft and familiar. Every now and then, he’d squeeze your hand gently, as if to check you were still there.

By the time you reached your street, you almost didn’t want the night to end. Jungkook stopped outside your door, rocking on his heels like he wasn’t ready either. His hair was a little messy from the booth, his smile soft enough to undo you completely.

“Thanks for tonight, y/n,” he said. His voice had dropped, quieter, almost shy now. “I… really liked being with you.”

You felt the warmth crawl up your neck, but you matched his honesty. “I liked it too. A lot.”

For a moment, it felt like he might kiss you again. Instead, he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a touch so gentle it made your stomach flip.

“I’ll text you when I get home,” he said finally, but his grin was lopsided, like he knew you’d be replaying everything just as much as he would.

When he finally walked away, you leaned against the door, heart racing. And sure enough, by the time you’d kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch, your phone buzzed.

A photo. The strip, snapped under the glow of his lamp.

Caption: Frame four is my favourite. Can we make it a tradition?

Your cheeks burned, but your thumbs moved before you could think.

Reply: Only if you promise not to hog the whole booth next time with your shoulders.

Three dots appeared almost instantly.

Jungkook: Deal. But I can’t promise I won’t steal another kiss.

You laughed softly. “Right now?”

“Why not? It’ll be fun,” he shrugged, already heading toward it with the easy confidence that made people turn their heads. You sighed, but your cheeks were already warming. Of course you followed.

Inside, the booth was smaller than it looked—much smaller. You tried to squeeze in, but Jungkook’s broad shoulders nearly filled the space on their own. He shifted, trying to make room, and every brush of his arm against yours sent sparks through your chest.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, leaning a little closer. “Guess I take up too much space.”

“Guess so,” you teased, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

The machine whirred, the screen flashing Get ready! before either of you could think.

First photo. You both froze, shoulder to shoulder, smiling awkwardly like two kids who’d been caught doing something suspicious. The flash went off, capturing wide eyes and nervous grins.

Jungkook snorted after. “That one’s… terrible.”

Before the second shot, he shifted again. Just as the countdown ticked down—three, two, one—you felt his hand slide into yours, warm and careful, like he wasn’t sure if you’d pull away.

You didn’t.

The second flash went off, capturing your surprised smile and the way his dimples appeared like he’d just won something important.

Third photo. This time, Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He laced his fingers tighter with yours, tugging you gently closer until your hip bumped against his. His other arm slid around your waist, snug and protective, and you felt the air leave your lungs in one ridiculous rush. He leaned down just enough that his hair tickled your temple. The flash caught your flushed cheeks and the way his eyes crinkled, like he couldn’t stop smiling if he tried.

Your pulse was still running wild when the screen flashed the countdown for the final shot.

Fourth photo. “Hey, y/n,” Jungkook whispered, low enough to make your stomach flip. You barely had time to turn toward him before his lips found yours. Soft. Brief. Gentle, but enough to set fire to every thought in your head. The camera clicked, immortalising the exact moment your heart seemed to leap into his hands.

When the last flash faded, you were both laughing, faces close, hands still tangled. Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours, his voice quiet but certain.

“Best date I’ve had in a long time,” he said. “Maybe ever.”

And when the photo strip slid out, glossy and warm, the two of you stood there staring at it—your awkward smiles, the held hands, the way he pulled you close, and finally… that kiss. A whole story in four frames.

“Can I keep this one?” he asked, already tucking the strip carefully into his wallet.

You rolled your eyes, though your chest was glowing. “Fine. But send me a picture of it.”

He grinned. “Deal. But only because you look so cute in the last one.”

"Y/N, what happened?" he whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet night.

You hesitated, the remnants of the nightmare still haunting your thoughts. "I... I had a nightmare, Jin. I'm scared."

Without a word, Jin pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. "Shhh, my love. I'm here. You're safe."

As he held you, Jin began to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, a gentle reassurance that the nightmare was just a fleeting moment. His words were a balm to your wounded soul, and you felt the tension in your body slowly melt away.

"I'm right here, Y/N. You're not alone," Jin murmured, his voice a lullaby that eased the restlessness within your heart. "I'll always be here to chase away the shadows, to hold you close and keep you safe."

His words were a promise, and you found comfort in the safety of his embrace. The room was filled with a hushed intimacy as Jin continued to whisper words of love and reassurance. The rhythm of his heartbeat matched the cadence of your own, creating a symphony that drowned out the echoes of the nightmare.

Gradually, the fear that had gripped you began to fade, replaced by the warmth of Jin's love. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the serenity he offered. With each whispered declaration of love, you felt a sense of security that anchored you in the present moment.

As the tension left your body, you succumbed to the tranquillity that Jin's presence brought. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours, the quiet murmurs of love, and the soft caress of his fingers in your hair were the lullabies that guided you back to the realm of dreams.

With a final, tender kiss to your forehead, Jin watched as your breathing steadied and your eyes closed in peaceful slumber. Admiring the serenity on your face, he whispered, "Sleep well, Y/N," before allowing the quiet of the night to embrace his own dreams.

"What's on your mind, Y/N?" he inquired, concern lacing his voice.

You sighed, your gaze lingering on the horizon. "I miss my family, Yoongi. The sea holds so many memories, and sometimes it makes my heart ache."

Yoongi pulled you into a comforting embrace, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. "I may not fully understand your world, but I'm here for you, Y/N. Let's make new memories together."

In an attempt to lift your spirits, Yoongi began to hum a cheerful tune. The beach became your dance floor as Yoongi, with a charmingly clumsy elegance, twirled you around, the sand beneath your feet serving as a natural stage.

The laughter bubbled up from deep within you as Yoongi's carefree spirit infected you. The night seemed to come alive with the joy of the impromptu dance, and for a moment, you forgot the ache in your heart. Yoongi's eyes sparkled with happiness as he spun you under the moonlit sky.

As the dance came to an end, you turned to face the sea, a smile playing on your lips. But to your surprise, a dazzling seashell lay in the sand, catching the moonlight like a precious gem. You picked it up, marvelling at its beauty.

Upon closer inspection, you discovered a delicate sketch etched onto the shell's surface. It depicted Yoongi and you dancing under the moonlight, capturing the essence of the magical moment. Your heart swelled with emotion, realising that it was a gift from your parents in the sea.

"Yoongi, look at this," you whispered, holding the seashell up for him to see.

His eyes widened in amazement as he took in the intricate sketch. "It's beautiful. Your parents must have sent it as a reminder of the love we share."

Touched by the romantic gesture, you held the seashell close to your heart. "Even though I'm far from home, they're still a part of our journey, Yoongi. This is a treasure that will forever bind us together."

Yoongi nodded, his gaze filled with an unspoken promise. "No matter where our journey takes us, Y/N, I'll always be by your side, creating new memories and dancing under the moonlit sky."

"Good evening, Y/N," he greeted, his voice a melody that resonated through the empty restaurant.

"Hoseok, what are you doing here?" you asked, a curious smile tugging at your lips.

"Ah, my dear Y/N," he began, his tone lighthearted yet filled with sincerity. "I thought we could close up the restaurant together tonight."

Together, you walked through the restaurant, cleaning and sharing stories of the evening's events. Hoseok, always one to lend a hand, assisted with the chores, making the tasks feel more like a dance than a duty.

As you reached the last table, Hoseok took a step back, admiring the restaurant that held both of your dreams. "You've done wonders with this place, Y/N. It's not just a restaurant; it's a palace."

You smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest. "We've done wonders with it, Hoseok. It's ours."

Hoseok’s eyes twinkled with a secret as he gestured towards the dimly lit room. Suddenly, the space came alive with an array of colours – flowers, streamers, and fairy lights adorned the restaurant in a whimsical display of affection.

Your eyes widened, taking in the unexpected transformation. "Hoseok, what is all this?"

He walked to the centre of the room, dropping to one knee. With a flourish, he presented a small box, and you couldn't help but gasp as he opened it to reveal a dazzling ring.

"Y/N, my love," he began, "you've transformed not just this restaurant, but me. Through hard work and determination, you've shown me the beauty of life beyond indulgence. You've taught me the importance of dreams and the magic of love."

Tears welled in your eyes as he continued. 

"We're almost there, my love. Would you cross the finish line with me?"

In that moment, surrounded by the messy yet heartfelt decorations, you become overwhelmed with emotion. Your heart swelled with love for the prince who had become so much more. Unable to contain your joy, you whispered, "Yes, Hoseok. A thousand times, yes."

"Are you curious about the garden, my love?" he asks, his voice a gentle caress. You nod, the anticipation evident in your eyes. With a twinkle in his eyes, Namjoon takes your hand and leads you to the garden's entrance.

The moment you step inside, a serene world unfolds – vibrant flowers in full bloom, the soft rustle of leaves, and the sweet fragrance of nature in its purest form. Prince Namjoon, always attentive to your desires, watches as your eyes light up with wonder.

"Shall we dance, y/n?" he suggests, extending his hand towards you. The music, as if summoned by his words, begins to play softly, carried by an unseen breeze. You place your hand in his, and the two of you sway in a dance only the enchanted garden knows.

As you move together, Prince Namjoon looks deep into your eyes, his gaze filled with an unspoken emotion. "In this secluded haven, away from the constraints of the world, I want you to know that you are my greatest treasure," he confesses, his voice a symphony of love.

Overwhelmed by his words, tears shimmer in your eyes. "And you, my prince, are the beating heart of my fairytale. With you, every day feels like a happily ever after," you respond, your voice a delicate melody.

The dance continues, a dance of hearts intertwined, emotions laid bare. Prince Namjoon leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. The world around you fades, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the enchantment of your love.

Breaking the kiss, Namjoon cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. "I love you more than words can convey. You are my Cinderella, the one who has brought magic to my life," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

You return his gaze, your heart echoing his sentiments. "And you, my prince, are the embodiment of all my dreams. With you, I've found a love that transcends any fairy tale."

"Careful there, Y/N," he teases, his laughter ringing through the winter air. You retaliate, gathering your own snowball and hurling it in his direction. Jimin effortlessly dodges, his agility matching that of a wolf. The snow fight ensues, the two of you darting between trees, giggling like children in this magical realm.

As the banter continues, Jimin's eyes suddenly lock onto yours, and his expression shifts ever so slightly.. His teasing tone softens, replaced by something more tender. He takes a step closer, his gaze lingering on your lips. The air becomes charged with an unspoken energy, and a gentle warmth blossoms within you.

"Y/N…" he murmurs, his voice soft as a snowflake landing on your skin. "You know, we make quite the team. What do you say we become something more than that?"

His hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining as he pulls you into a dance amidst the falling snowflakes. The world around you fades, leaving only the two of you twirling in a delicate waltz. The snow crunches beneath your feet, creating a melody that seems to echo the beating of your hearts.

Jimin's eyes lock onto yours, his unwavering gaze hovering on your lips. The playful snow fight transforms into a flirtatious dance, each movement drawing you closer. A snowflake lands on his eyelashes, glistening like a tiny diamond, and you can't resist the urge to brush it away with your fingertips.

The forest around you melts away– the world disappears as if you're the only two souls in existence. The lingering tension builds, and the air is thick with anticipation.

Unable to resist any longer, Jimin leans in, his lips gently meeting yours. The kiss is soft, like the delicate touch of falling snow. Yet the warmth of Jimin’s lips made the kiss anything but, with the heat from your cheeks being able to melt an iceberg. Time stops, and for a brief moment your heart does too. 

“Good morning love,” he says, voice deep and husky from the morning.

“Good morning,” you respond, entangling your fingers in his hair and brushing through his curls. 

Jungkook reaches out for your left hand, grinning in satisfaction as he rubs small circles on your fourth finger, now embellished with your wedding ring. Doing the same, you take his left hand and touch his own ring, smiling as you remember your wedding yesterday: the aisle, the flowers, the laughter, the kiss, his vows. 

Your train of thought is suddenly interrupted by a bang on the door. “Darling?” A voice boomed. 

“I’m… I’m almost ready!” You stutter, still sharply aware of the fact that you have nothing to wear. 

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.” Tae replies in his usual dismissive manner, but this time you seem to sense something different– the faintest tinge of nervousness attached to his domineering attitude. 

Inside his darkened, messy room, Tae returns to the side of his bed. He taps his leg against the cold, marbled floor, completely ridden with panic at the thought of failing to impress the love of his life. 

You try to open the jammed closet doors (which you have already attempted to pry open many times in the last hour), but to no avail. In your frustration, you bang your fist against the intricately carved handles. “Fuck! I just need something, anything to wear…” 

Bang. The closet doors swing open, revealing what could only be described as the dress of your dreams. It looked like it was made of pure sunlight, the fabric so soft and thin that you were scared it might dissolve in the dark of the night. You eagerly put it on, glad that you’re not going to embarrass yourself in front of the man you love. 

You exit your room timidly and make your way towards the grand staircase. As you arrive, you’re greeted by a familiar face: Mrs Potts. 

“He’s waiting, my dear.” 

Alright. You think to yourself, trying hard to ignore the pounding of your heart. I look fine. He’s not going to get mad at me. I think. 

As your mind follows your thoughts, your legs respond. Before you know it, you’re standing at the top of the staircase, awkwardly looking at the man you are falling in love with. 

“Sunlight.” A single word booms and bounces off the ballroom, and yet before it could dissipate a second sentence follows. 

“You are pure sunlight.” 

“Taehyung, I-” You stutter. 

“There.” Jungkook’s face lights up as he points to something beside you. You turn and are immediately greeted by the soft glow of a lantern. Small as a firefly, yet burning as bright as the stars in the skies you’ve spent a decade studying, all the way from that cramped tower of yours. 

You rush to the side of the boat, so blinded by excitement that you fail to see the tinge of disappointment on Jungkook’s face as your hand flies away. 

“The lights. I finally see them. After all these years…” you exhale, your eyes following the waves of multicoloured lanterns as they slowly ascend above the buildings of the city. You look back at Jungkook, the man who brought you here– the man who has finally allowed you to live life for the first time. 

“Shouldn’t you be looking at the lights instead of me?” Jungkook tilts his head slightly, his eyes blown wide open by just how ethereal you looked in the light. To him, you were perfect– the girl who made him realise that maybe, just maybe, falling in love wasn’t such a bad thing after all. 

You resume your seat next to him and playfully scootch ever so closer. “I know.” Suddenly, courage hits you like a gust of wind– and you plant the lightest peck on his already flushing cheeks. You pull away, and look at him with a shy smile. He smiles back, his gaze now drifting to your lips. You pretend not to notice and continue, “we have plenty of time, so why not spend some with you?” 

Before you know it, he leans forward and kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widen, then finally close as his soft lips caress yours.

“I think,” he whispers. 

Your eyes widen in surprise as you awkwardly step away from the door, letting him step inside. He lifts a white plastic bag with the familiar red logo to his face.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget the food,” he smirks, pleased with himself. 

You take the bag from him and place it on the dining table, not noticing as Taehyung quietly approaches you from behind. As you turn around, you find yourself staring into his eyes. Pupils slightly dilated, he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, ears twitching as he leans in closer and closer until his mouth crashes onto yours. You instinctively part your lips and Tae takes the hint– his tongue immediately thrusting into your mouth, desperate to taste you until it is burned onto his taste buds. You pull away, surprised at his sudden display of affection. 

“Still angry?” Tae teases as he pulls away– still close enough for you to feel his hot breath caressing your lips. 

“Guess not.” You pout, not wanting to give Tae the satisfaction of being able to tame you fully just from a steamy make-out session. 

“Well, I can’t have my princess going to bed angry.” 

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“Agh~” You whimper with parted lips as you lazily rub Tae’s cock between your soaked folds. You squirm as Tae jolts his cock upwards— his leaking tip grazing your swollen clit ever so slightly. As your face contorts from pleasure, Tae’s reddish ears twitch. Never a good sign. 

“What?” You murmur as you rub yourself against him, infinitely turned on by the attention your sensitive clit is now getting. 

“I think it’s about time we get to the main course, darling.” Tae drawls, his cock throbbing at the thought of your clenched, dripping pussy. 

“Fine.” You scooch downwards, ready to be penetrated. “Not there.” Tae purrs, interrupting your train of rabid fantasies about how tonight will go. He points at his face. “Here, princess.” 

“Tae… I- are you sure?” You sputter. This was something you were wholly unfamiliar with, yet Tae only smirks and replies. “Please.”

Clumsily, you position yourself slightly below Tae’s chin. “Agh, Tae… I’m embarrassed.” You whisper as you bend towards his dick, your folds completely spread apart for Tae to witness and enjoy. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, my love. I want to see and savour all of you.” He growls, commanding you to let yourself be worshipped. In silent obedience, you begin lapping at his slit, a salty sensation overwhelming your palette. Grateful at the stimulation, Tae thrusts his tongue into you, licking a stripe from your clit all the way to the very end of your opening. 

Your mouth fully occupied with his erect cock, you can only moan as he inserts a finger into you. But instead of thrusting it, he curls his finger– grazing your g-spot. You immediately tighten, desperate to keep his finger in place. He groans into your sopping cunt, and flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit as he puts in another finger. As Tae finger-fucks you, you gag and choke on his dick, feeling the continuous squirts of precum coating your throat. Your walls tighten– Tae is going to completely undo you. 

“I want to see your cute pussy pulse when you cum, baby.” Sensing your rising orgasm, he flicks his tongue even faster and thrusts his cock into you as he nears his climax as well. “Cum for me, princess. Be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s face.” He whispers, his voice finally sending you over the brink. 

“Daddy- daddy I’m cumming!” You mewl, letting loose a tension in your abdomen you weren’t even aware that you were holding back. And then you feel it, the abrupt widening of your opening as you drown Tae’s face in your juices. A whimpering mess, you can only let your mouth be filled with his warm, fresh cum as your pussy squirts and squirts– your body completely consumed by pleasure and far, far out of your control. 

He drinks it in, your spasming vagina, the erotic scent of your juices, and, of course, your squirt. You turn around, just to see Tae’s face and ears completely drenched in your sex. 

“Agh Tae, I’m so-” You begin, then lose your track of thought as you see the smile on his face. 

As Yoongi stumbles towards you, his tail lashing back and forth, you slyly sidestep away from the bed. “Sit”, you command. Yoongi obeys and sits on the bed, still maintaining eye contact. Silently, you begin to unbutton your top and he follows suit. 

Your naked bodies now exposed, you could almost feel the heat from Yoongi’s gaze as he admires every curve and fold of your body. “See something you like?” You tease as you playfully push him onto the bed. 

“Think I’m seeing something I love,” Yoongi replies airily, his raging boner contradicting his nonchalant attitude. So much teasing has pushed you both to the edge, it seems. As you position yourself above his cock, you wrap his leash around your wrist. “Just so I can get a better grip,” you whisper as you wet his dick in between your folds. 

“Agh- of course, darling.” Yoongi mumbles, unable to hide the lust consuming him from within. His pointed ears twitch, his cock completely swollen. As your pussy swipes his precum back and forth, you can almost hear his bravado cracking. 

“Say please.” You moan, unable to contain yourself at the sensation of his throbbing member. Almost instantaneously, Yoongi’s tail lashes on the bed in protest and excitement. 

“Please~” he sings, finally launching himself– and you, over the edge. You bury his dick inside you, relieved that you are complete at last. He moans at the overpowering sensation, but before he could gather himself together, you start riding his cock. 

Obscene sounds fill the room as your pussy drags along his dick, with both of you being acutely aware of the juices dripping down your folds and his balls. He whimpers– his confident facade now completely shattered. He is yours now, and yours alone to command.  

Your thighs burn as you pick up your speed, but distracted by the scent of sweat and sex in the air, you barely notice it. Yoongi, under the same spell, thrusts along to your rhythm, his head slightly lifted as you pull on his leash. His tail lashes, his ears quiver– he was about to cum, and so are you. 

“Cum for me, Yoongi. Be a good boy and cum inside, won’t you?” You instruct as your pussy clenches, ready for release.  Yoongi throws his head back and obliges, loudly moaning: “yes mistress, yes- I’m cumming!” As he bottoms out, he cums– his legs spread as he pumps you full of his seed. With his cum bursting inside of you, you reach your orgasm as well, turning into a moaning mess as Yoongi paints your walls white. 

“Agh, fuck–” you whimper, finally loosening your grip on Suga’s leash and pulling his cock out. As your pussy pulses, Yoongi’s cum leaks out of you. He grins.

The eye contact was too much to bear. Nervously, you look down– only to be met by the sight of the tent now forming in his pants. 

“Please…” Jungkook mumbles, taking your hand and placing it onto his crotch. “Won’t you make me cum?” 

Hearing Jungkook beg for a release like that, you can’t help but feel the warmth building up between your thighs. You gently rub his bulging tip, now eager to fulfil his request. He did ask nicely after all. 

As you quickly undo his pants, you smirk at the wet patch on his underwear. “Seems like someone is getting excited, hm?” You say teasingly, with Jungkook only being able to whimper in reply. He clumsily shuffles his boxers down, and you stare, hypnotised, as his cock springs out. His tip flushed with an angry pink, his cock accented by the irregular lines of veins, you carefully graze your fingers against his throbbing length. 

“Ah~ please…” Jungkook moans, subconsciously thrusting himself against your fingers to get as much friction as possible. 

“I’ll get you there baby, I promise.” You whisper, your voice drenched in honey. You move your hand up and down his length, first slowly, then accelerating as Jungkook’s moans grow louder and louder. You could feel his dick getting warmer, larger, closer towards climax. As you rub the pad of your thumb against his slit, Jungkook’s ears shiver. 

“Oh,” you sing, “you’re sensitive here, aren’t you?” Jungkook nods, humping against your hand in hopes to continue the momentum that you built up. In a sudden flash of inspiration, your other hand soothes the pink inside of his ear. Overwhelmed with stimulation, Jungkook can only manage a heaving “yes”, a sign that you’re getting ever so close to your goal. 

“You’re so soft here”, you swoon, whilst delicately soothing the insides of his ear with your fingers. Your other hand starts jacking him off again, now quickly and vigorously. You want him to cum– you want you to make him cum. 

As if he had read your mind, Jungkook moans. “I’m cumming, darling– I’m cumming!” His cock explodes, pumping out rope after rope of cum. With your heart pounding, you don’t even notice the dangerous glint he’s now staring you down with. 

Before you can even react, Jungkook was now on top of you. “Darling, you don’t have to-” You protest, concerned that he may be pushing his limits. 

He walks towards you, hands instinctively reaching out to wrap themselves around your waist, but you stop him, holding his forearms. 

“We both know that if you start touching me, this dress is going to be on the floor in the next 10 minutes.” You look up at him, giggling at his cute pout: a stark contrast to his expensive suit jacket and black shirt, the first two buttons undone to reveal his neck and collarbone. Always such a tease.

“I’m hungryy, I’ve been dying to go to that restaurant and we’ve finally been accepted from the waiting list! Come onnn,” you plead, swinging his arm with fingers intertwined with his. Your wedding ring sparkles under the chandelier. 

“We could’ve just played the ‘BTS Jungkook’ card and gotten in months ago,” he matches your tone, an amused twinkle in his eyes. 

You playfully smack the side of his arm, “We can’t just use your name like that!”

“If it’s for my girl, of course we can,” he retorts, walking closer and closer to you until your back is against the wall. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into the familiar scent of his skin and hair. He nuzzles his face into your neck.

Forgetting your previous reluctance, you close your eyes and submit yourself to him as Jungkook starts littering soft, butterfly kisses, from your ear down to your collarbone. Just as your hands wander down to his chest, he stops.

“Our reservation’s in thirty minutes,” he announces, planting a conclusive kiss on your forehead. Once again, always such a tease. 

“Wait, one last thing,” he says, pulling you into an innocent hug, “Thank you Y/N.”

“For what?” you ask, relaxing to the steady heartbeat and the safety of his arms. 

“You mean the ‘Bulguri’ noodles? Of course I can make that for you, but we already have those ingredients at home babe, why did we come all the way to the store?” Jungkook laughs as he ruffles your hair, grinning in satisfaction at your pouting face, “Why don’t we get some ice cream instead?”

Eyes lighting up in excitement, you head towards the frozen section, Jungkook trailing behind you. You immediately reach for your favourite ice cream, melting his heart with your wide smile as you place the tub inside the trolley. 

“Which one do you want?” you ask, browsing the colourful selection of ice creams, not noticing Jungkook approaching behind you. Before you knew it, your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder that he knew so well. 

“This one,” Jungkook speaks into your ear while poking your cheek, his hot breath sending an electric current down your spine. You can practically see him smiling into your neck as you blush. 

Not being one to lose, you abruptly turn around, checking that the aisle was empty before pulling him close towards you with the collar of his hoodie until your noses are touching.

“Maybe I’ll let you have a taste if you’re a good boy until we get home,” you whisper, his eyes slightly widening as the corners of his mouth curl into his ridiculously attractive smirk. He pulls you closer to him by your waist, your head now on his chest; his heartbeat quickens, betraying the false confidence on his face. You smile. 

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You giggle, feeling giddy from the princess treatment you’ve been receiving all week. And tonight was no exception either. After Jungkook places you carefully on the cool, fluffy sheets, you tuck yourself underneath them as your husband joins your side. 

“Today’s date was so fun… just like the other six.” You mumble, as you close your eyes. “Oh, but today’s activity hasn’t even begun yet.” Jungkook whispers, his hands steadily snaking towards your waist. 

“What do you mean? But the shopping-” you begin to exclaim, before being rudely cut off by Jungkook’s soft lips on yours. As you were in the midst of deciding whether or not to part your lips and allow him a full make-out sesh, he abruptly pulls away– but pulls your body even closer. 

You feel his hot breath on your lips, but nothing more. “Today’s date,” he says sweetly, “is a night of cuddles.” 

“Babe, we’ve never been able to fall asleep cuddling. You and I both know this.’ You murmur, reminding your husband of the many failed attempts at innocent cuddling in the past. 

“I know, but that doesn’t stop me from trying, hm?” Jungkook gently slides his arm under your neck, his other hand restlessly soothing your lower back. 

“Well,” you begin as you hover your lips ever so closely to his. “Be my guest, Jeon Jungkook.” You say playfully, hoping to at least have some fun before your husband takes the upper hand, as he always does. 

“Don’t tease me like that, princess.” He drawls, suddenly pushing himself forward– crashing his lips onto yours. You kiss him rhythmically, and you feel his tongue softly tracing the pursed line between your upper and lower lip. 

“Come on~ don’t I deserve a little treat after this week?” Jungkook whimpers against your mouth, desperate for permission to explore your tongue. You smile and open your lips– warmly inviting him in. 

Silently, Jungkook looks for your tongue with his and finds it– instinctively twirling his tongue with yours. You moan ever so slightly, grateful for how well he’s taking care of you. 

As the kiss stretches on and on, the both of you finally part away, panting. “I’ve almost forgotten how nice this was”, Jungkook whispers. “Me too”, was all you could reply with– mind still groggy from the passionate moment you and your husband just shared

“I hope this week makes up for me being away for so long,” Jungkook says, his gaze completely lost in yours. “It does, it more than makes up for it.” You reply with a soft smile. 

“Come closer, darling.” Jungkook tries to bring himself even closer to you, gently pressing his exposed chest against yours. “Babe, if we get any closer we’re gonna merge into one person”, you chuckle, humoured by your husband’s complete infatuation for you. 

“That wouldn’t be so bad.” Jungkook replies, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“Good night, baby. Thank you for this week,” you murmur as your vision slowly fades.