ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where their son is quiet (JJK)

  "Baby," Jungkook sang, shutting the door behind him and holding something behind his back. Joy, who had returned home from work no more than half an hour ago, turns to look at her husband. He was sporting a cheeky smile, his crow's feet crinkling around his eyes as he pulled a bouquet from behind his back.

"Aww, Kookie!" His wife swooned, taking the flowers. She hugs them, staring at her calendar on the wall. "I didn't forget an important date, did I?"

Jungkook chuckles, pulling his wife into his chest. He kisses her head reassuringly. "No baby, I just wanted to surprise you, is all. San's not home yet?"

"Practice doesn't end for another hour." She shakes her head. Jungkook nods, a smirk creeping onto his face.

Joy stares up at him confused, his strong arms wrapping around her delicately. He squeezes her ass in his hands. After all these years, Joy was entirely used to it, even though it used to make her cringe. It made their teenage son squirm, though.

Jungkook lifts Joy's chin, pressing sultry kisses to her lips. She noticed his husky cologne as he pulled her closer. Joy moans, gripping her bouquet in one hand and wrapping her arms around Jungkook's neck. "I missed you..." He admitted against her plump, lush lips.

He's been working himself to the bone with tv promotions and musical projects at the company. He was very busy still, after all these years. She smiles softly, "Stay home, then."

"Joy..." Jungkook started, pulling back to look down at her face. She waved him off before he could go on about how much work he has to do.

"I know, I know. We've been married a long time Kookie, I'm used to you being busy. But it'd be nice to have you home a bit more. Jeonsan always asks me how you are, since you only see him once he's home, but he's so tired by then."

Jungkook sighs at that, "How is he? My boy?"

Joy pulls away, "You ought to ask him yourself... Stay home tomorrow, Kookie." She grabs a vase and fills it with water, unwrapping the bouquet and gently placing the flowers in it. She caresses the soft pink petals.

He sighs, leaning on the counter, tapping it with his fingers as he studies her figure. His wife never asked for much of him, and in fact she has been very patient and understanding towards him. "...I'll talk to my manager about it." He offered, she beamed at the sound of it. She did one of her cute little dances and came around to capture him in a tight hug.

"I miss my husband. It's good having you home, not just on tv." She murmured, he coos at her sweet words. She was still just as adorable as the day they'd met.

"Isn't one of your specials on today? The one where you're mentoring those rookies?" Joy wondered, pulling Jungkook to the couch, sitting promptly on his lap. He holds her securely, waiting for his special to come on. He didn't care too much about it though, certain that he'd be able to watch it again some other time. He knew that another private moment like this with his wife wasn't guaranteed any time soon. Neither of them were working, and they were completely alone with no interruptions.... He pulls one of their blankets over them, Joy deciding to snuggle into him for comfort.

He trails his hand into her pants. She jumps at the sudden sensation, tensing for a moment before feeling his warm fingers massage her sensitive nerves. Joy shudders as he summons moisture from her core. He smirks, keeping his gaze focused on the tv, pretending not to pay much attention to how much he was pleasing her. "I forgot how easy it was to turn you on-" he started to tease, earning a shove to his shoulder.

"Sh-Shut up," His wife quivered, squeezing her thighs around his hand. To give himself more space, he pulled her garments down some to give himself more access. Her breath shuddered, she tucks her head in his neck, hearing him hum with pride. He loved having her quiver on his lap.