Catharsis || Jungkook

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"Jungkook."

"Umm", his raspy sleepy voice hums in response.

A delicate stroke in his scalp makes him snuggle more towards the comfort.

"Wake up".

Still not opening eyes Jungkook grabs the hand that is running through his scalp and pulls it near. In addition of a yelp of surprise, he feels the mattress sink a little beside his head. As if he does it every day, without any mistakes his body moves and face lands on a lap while arms snake around a small waist. "5 mins more", he goans.

And suddenly the tenderness, the soft strokes turns into a slap on his back. "You want me to cancel the surprise?"

"Auch- HOLLY MOLLY DAMN!", Jungkook intends to whine sitting up but when his eyes open, it stays open as he screech sliding a feet away in shock.

The person infront of him, sitting access the bed is also shocked from his behaviour.

"Jungkook are you-"

"Who are you?"

"what?"

"Where is my wife?"

"Here. I renovated her for the evening", Y/n stands up posing with her burgundy coloured knee length bodycon dress which has a sweetheart neck and long peasant sleeves, that compliments each and every curves of hers, even the small tummy that Jungkook always finds cute. Her straight brown hair is styled with soft curls that is making her light makeup covered face look cuter than she already is. Yet she seems like she can kill with her siren eyeliner.

It takes Jungkook a whole minute to digest the view. Digest the fact the the person who is standing infront of him, looking straight out of some kind of fashion magazine or dark erotica novel, is actually his lawfully wedded wife. Well he would break the law for her. That's not the point. The point is, his heart is running on treadmill, 100km/h.

"Are you... For real?", he finally heaves out with eyes wide.

"Very much positive", she walks near with a grin and leans down to rest her arms on Jungkook's shoulder. "Now stop gawking and get ready sleepy head. It's already 7:47 in the evening".

It takes Jungkook only 6mins to slip into the Butter shade suit and horizontal yellow stripped white shirt beneath. All the time he struggles to tug the shirt inside the trouser, his eyes never leaves Y/n's figure, who is sitting infront of the dressing table retouching her makeup.

Once fully dressed, Jungkook jogs near to fetch the hairbrush from the dressing table.

"Fuck it-", the curse is dedicated to the small part of his hair that is not seems to be settled in its place.

"Can I style your hair?", Y/n smiles looking up with anticipation.

"A ponytail or pigtail? No thanks".

"I know when to mess with things and when not to", y/n huffs on her defence.

Having no other choice Jungkook accepts the proposal. With a big grin y/n jumps up from her seat to make a room for him to sit. She takes the straightner from the dressing and waits for it to heat up a little before she starts styling his hair. Within a moment Jungkook's messy after-nap hair is set in little out curl waves that is making his technically baby face stand out more manly than he already is.

Suddenly Y/n's stomach coils with some weird flips and rounds that are widely known as butterfly. Jungkook sitting man speeding, wavy locs half covering one of his eyes, him playing with his lip piercing occasionally while looking at her reflection behind him.