Jungkook Imagine

Vanilla or Rough?

I think I know why writer pt 2 doesn't have many reads like my other chapters 🥴🤨

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Jungkook Pov :

"Wooow it's so pretty!!"

I complimented Jihoon and Areum as they showed me their drawings.

They surely are so good at it cause they take after me and YN.

"Thank you daddy"

They said in sync and I giggled ruffling their hair.

"Awwwie my babies"

"Dinner is ready. Set up the dining table"

My wife said from the kitchen and I smiled taking both of our kids in my arms.

"Come on mommy is calling us"

I made them sit on the dinning table while I arranged the dishes and bowls. I helped YN getting the food on the table.

After serving everyone we started eating but my mind was somewhere else.

Slowly smirking I rubbed my toes on my wife's leg and turned my head towards her. My little friend down there was really needy and I wanted her help in it.

She gave me a glare as she noticed my intention but me being stubborn didn't stop.

I shifted my chair a little closer to her.

"Babe, tonight vanilla or rough?? "

I asked in a low voice but my efforts went in vain as I received a not so good question.

"Vanilla?? Mom, dad are you going to eat ice cream without us tonight??"

I looked at Areum and shook my head. Before I could even open my mouth to answer I got bombarded with another question.

"Daddy which flavor of ice cream is called 'rough'? "

Trying to ignore my wife's burning gaze on me I gave my attention to our children.

"Sweeties it's nothing really"

I said trying to convince them.

"Jungkook!!"

She exclaimed angrily while I gulped.

Rip me tonight.