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"You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally.
"You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips.
"I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
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With a towel around your neck and your damp hair cascading down your back, slightly staining the bronze silk pyjamas you were wearing, you walked through the hallway of the second floor. You wanted to make things clear with Jin and wanted to dissolve the anger between you two.
All of a sudden, a hand yeeted you inside a room, closing the door instantaneously.
"I thought you were asleep." You raised an eyebrow at Jungkook who was standing in cotton pyjamas with tiny carrots printed on them, fluffy bunny slippers engulfing his feet; his hair damp from a fresh shower as well.
"Well, there's still twenty minutes left for my birthday to officially end." Jungkook grinned.
The whole day, everyone were partying around to the maknae's orders, giving him gifts and doing whatever he wanted them to. You had found time and gotten him a rabbit plushie, which, needless to say, he loved.
"Yeah, so?" You asked, peeling his fingers off your wrist.
"So, I want to spend it with you." He grinned widely.
"Okay. What do you wanna do?" You asked him, a small smile on your lips. His eyebrows knit together as he thought. His eyes widened like he got an idea.
"Sing me to sleep?" Jungkook asked, his doe eyes glinting with expectation.
"No."
"Aw! Come on! It's my birthday! Pleaseeeeeee!!!" He pouted, doing weird baby faces.
"You know that doesn't work on me." You deadpanned.
"Noona~ Pwetty pwease~" He pleaded, swinging your arm back and forth.
"Alright alright, get to bed already." You rolled your eyes. He did a victory dance before slipping off his slippers and falling onto the bed.
This wasn't the I'm-your-child's-as-well-as-your-daddy Jungkook. This was the I'm-an-adorable-baby-who-needs-hugs-and-kisses Jungkook.
The difference was seriously questionable.
Groaning, you walked up to him.
"Tuck me into bed." Jungkook said.
"I'm not your babysitter."
"Do it." He said. Knowing he would end up making you do it somehow with his impossibly annoying adamance, you picked the blanket up from near his feet and covered him with it. As you were tucking the edges in, he pulled your arm.
It all happened so fast that before you could even blink, he was hovering on top of you. The only light in the room radiated from the lamp on his bedside table, reflecting his dark, misty orbs. You too, were astoundingly beautiful. The way your damp hair fell on your face as you tucked him in, Jungkook couldn't control himself. His finger travelled the length of your jawline, his eyes flitting inevitably across your face.
