"Sit back down." His voice spoke, resulting you into sitting back, standing up with a broken ankle wasn't a good idea afterall.
"Does it hurt?" He kneels on a knee before you, placing your swollen ankle on his lap to which you attempted to retreat only to have it pulled back softly.
"No." He cocks a brow suspiciously, reading right through your plane lie. His arm circles around your waist heaving you effortlessly.
"Yah! Don't you eat well?" Jungkook suddenly begun doing squats startling you. Instinctively you fisted his collar.
"What stunt are you trying to pull?!" You retorted, smacking his chest twice yet gently.
"You're like the weights I workout with." His grip around you grew stiff when your fists left his collar.
"Should I be offended?"
"I'm concerned." Jungkook rolls his eyes, "where did you even wanna go?" He questions and you were reminded about your thirst.
"Kitchen. Something to drink." A endearing pout bends upon your lips. And he swore his heart did a literal flip.
He didn't bother to hide the crimson coating his pale cheeks, shutting his eyes to let his mind comprehend.
"Are you okay?" Your face inches closer to his with a slight tilt. Your breaths collided with his jaw as it clenched.
What the fu--
A matter of seconds...
His lips pressed upon your forehead then your nose. The softest gesture you've ever felt, and you immediately missed his warmth, craving for more.
His gaze stuck to the ceiling as he walked and just then you realised, you've exited the room and were being taken downstairs.
None of you had the courage to speak after the sudden display of affection. While you were furiously blushing so was his face heating up.
This should never end...
His warmth, his scent, his eyes, his--
"I told you to attend her every twenty minutes." His cold impassive tone had you stunned.
Also realising the kitchen had been approached. The maid bowed, whereas you brows ceased.
"Where is Mrs. Choi?"
"She is sick, darling." He grins down at you, all his charm flaunting in his eyes and his smile.
Wait-- darling, who?
"What would you like to have, princess?" Your body is gently placed upon the kitchen island.
Princess, who?
"A-Anything is fine..." You stammered, eyes wavering while gaze possibly everywhere but him.
"Anything you say is fine. C'mon say it." His leans down, reclining his face with your's. A adoring glint in his sparkly eyes.
"I-Iced coffee would d-do."
...
"Am I not heavy?" You inquired hesitantly, comfortably leaning onto him while residing on his lap.
"What did I said this morning? I've lifted weights heavier then you." Jungkook ruffled your hairs, pecking your temple before resuming to type.
You laid on his chest, feeling additionally secure and loved. "K-Kook?"
"Yes, petal?"
"I wanna have icecream." A little laugh stifled through his lips as he stood up lifting you up along.
"You're having injury-cravings or something? Not complaining though. I just love pampering you."
You slumped into his arms, not bothering to answer knowing he'll get you icecream anyways.
...
The way he admired you was like a poet admiring the moon...
Like a artist admiring their work...
And a pair of eyes admiring the sunset...
You sucked the icecream off the spoon, creating stains around your lips but little did you seemed to care.
He only gaped without blinking. Feeding you occasionally and wiping the mess away with tissues.
A perfect husband material...
"Kook? Try some?" You drew out the filled spoon, eyes shone with anticipation waiting for him to have it.
Instead, he held your wrist, pulling it to the side and your figure fell upon him. His face inched closer, eyes seeking for the consent.
You pushed yourself close as a cue. His face streching into the widest smile he ever displayed.
And it happened...
