Jinkook Shorts

41. Important Things

The dinner will be starting 8 pm exact.
Here is Seokjin still finding his shirt when there's only 45 minutes remaining. Considering the place where the dinner is being held at, he's running short of time.

He rummaged the closet one last time before yelling for Jungkook,
"Jungkook! Have you seen my shirt? The white one!"

He thought of choosing some other one but the problem is he can't find his other shirts too. Maybe they're in the laundry but that can't be possible.
He's sure he and Jungkook just did the laundry last week.

So, he waited for Jungkook to tell him the whereabouts of the shirt but got nothing.
He tried again, louder this time in case he was downstairs. He had to walk out of the closet when he didn't hear any response.

Just as he stepped into the bedroom, the sight before him had him crossing his arms on his chest.
His dear husband, for whom he was shouting was just entering into the room with a bowl of strawberries in his hand.

Pace so relaxed like he didn't hear Seokjin screaming, which doesn't seem true at all because he's sure the distance between the kitchen and their room isn't that much.

But all things aside, it's not him pretending not to hear Seokjin or eating strawberries that made Seokjin raise a questioning eyebrow.
It's the thing he's wearing. A plain white shirt. Only a shirt.

It would've been okay if it was just any shirt but this one is the exact same shirt, he's been looking for like half an hour.

He stared as Jungkook passed him without even sparing a glance, going straight towards the bed and laying down on his stomach.
He knows Jungkook is aware that from where he's standing he can clearly see the smooth skin of his slender legs as he swings them back and forth, purposely giving a show to Seokjin.

"You were saying something?" He finally said but in a tone sounding so sultry.
When he noticed Seokjin's eyes on his legs, he intentionally squirmed on the bed as if trying to lay more comfortably which resulted in the shirt, he's wearing, lifting higher, exposing his bare ass to Seokjin's unblinking, hungry eyes.

Seokjin is aware, he is aware what is Jungkook trying to do and he's a whipped man for his husband. Does he have any chance? No.

Yet, he still tries to use the tiny bit of sanity left in his mind and averts his eyes to Jungkook's face instead, just in time to catch him lifting a strawberry to his mouth.
Finding it difficult to breathe, seeing the way the red nectar dripped down his chin, slowly trickling down his neck.

He was about to say 'fuck it' and pounce on him. Literally.
His foot just lifted to step forward when Jungkook's seductive face morphed into a scrunched one.
All the seduction and hooded eyes gone in a second as he spat the tiny piece back in the bowl.