Jinkook Shorts

47. A Husband's Care

Continuous shuffles and rustles could be heard in the room where Jungkook rested on the bed against the fluffy, feather-filled pillows.
A plate of freshly made and his favourite nowadays, scrambled eggs made by his lovely husband, in his hand, he resumed munching for a few minutes before setting it aside and made his way to their walk in closet.

"Yeobo? You're not going office, today?" He questioned when he found Seokjin rummaging through the closet.

Hearing his voice, Seokjin paused to take a look at his watch and an audible sigh followed soon after he realized what time is it.
"Yeah, I'm going." He started his search again.

"What happened? What are you finding?" Taking slow and careful steps on the cold hardwood floor, he approached him.

"I've got a loose button on my shirt–hah! found it."
He straightened up with a new shirt, similar in color to the one he's wearing, and grinned at Jungkook.

"I remembered I've have two shirts in this color, so I was finding the other one." He said.

"You should've told me. I would've secured it properly." Jungkook replied, taking a few steps towards a small drawer and retrieved a needle and light blue thread.
"Come here, I'll do it."

"I didn't know you knew how to sew a button." Seokjin confessed, genuine surprise in his eyes.

Jungkook pouted at that. He gestured Seokjin to come closer and gave him a smack on his shoulder, once he was in front of him.
"Shame on you. You don't know your husband's talents yet."

There was a soft chuckle and familiar hands coiling around him in gentle grip.
"I'm sorry." Seokjin said. Jungkook murmured a faint 'hmm' and held the button back at its original place.

"I can wear the other shirt."

"It needs ironing," Jungkook mumbled, "you'll be late." He looked up to glance at Seokjin for a moment before continuing the task at hand.

"Well, I was thinking...." Seokjin trailed off with a smirk, waiting Jungkook to pay attention.

"What?"

"Don't you look like a proper little wifey like this?" Jungkook peered up from under his lashes to throw him a glare, "Pregnant and standing here in my arms like this, sewing my shirt button and –"

"If you don't want me to prick this needle in your skin, shut up."
Seokjin found it exceptionally challenging to comply when Jungkook stood there, his soft, rosy cheeks betraying a hint of crimson while trying his best to stay focused on the button.

Despite his inner desire to continue teasing Jungkook and savor the deepening of that timid blush, Jungkook's warning made him stay quiet.

He adjusted his hold on Jungkook, and patiently waited as the needle skillfully weaved through the buttonhole one last time with Jungkook securing it with a knot.

Once done, Jungkook shot Seokjin another glance, his cheeks still warmed by a blush, and then leaned in to trim the excess thread with his teeth. Nevertheless, this display of a blush didn't dissuade him from seeking payback against Seokjin for his earlier teasing.

With a calculated move, Jungkook parted his lips and gently bit into the firm skin of Seokjin's chest, eliciting a satisfying hiss of pain from him.

"Serves you right," he remarked with a mischievous grin after moving away, deftly buttoning up his shirt while smoothing out the imperceptible creases and leaning in to place a tender kiss over the exact spot where he had playfully bitten.

"You're so cruel," Seokjin said, rubbing the tender area, still feeling the sting of the bite. He let out a huff when Jungkook gently pushed him toward the drawer where his ties were neatly arranged.

"But you still l–" Jungkook's sentence was abruptly cut short as a sudden wave of excruciating pain swept over him, causing him to clutch his stomach and whimper in agony.

In an instant, Seokjin was by his side, his face etched with deep concern as he gently cupped Jungkook's trembling face. "Is it hurting? Should we go to the hospital?"

"No, yeobo."

"I think we should."

"Don't worry," Jungkook said, a reassuring smile gracing his lips as he observed the worry lines forming on Seokjin's forehead. He gently rested his hand on top of Seokjin's, which still cradled his face. "It's the usual pain. It happens all the time. Trust me, I'm okay. Help me walk to the bed?"

Seokjin nodded, offering his arm for support. With Jungkook holding onto his arm, they made their way to the bed.
Once Jungkook was comfortably seated on the silk sheets, Seokjin resumed their conversation.
"Are you sure, the baby isn't coming out yet?"

"I'm sure." Jungkook giggled.

Seokjin remained quiet for a moment, thinking hard.
"What if you're busy or sleeping and it comes out?" He asked.

Jungkook face-palmed and laughed heartily at the question. If not for his big belly, he would've kissed him for being this cute.
"It doesn't happen like that. I will know and I'll let you know too. And there's still a month remaining."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He gently nudged Seokjin, a playful smile on his lips. "Now, off you go. You're running late."

"Oh!" Seokjin's eyes widened in sudden realization of the time. He hastily rose from his seat, grabbing his coat, and stole a quick glance in the mirror for any last-minute adjustments.

"Call me if anything happens, alright, darling?" Seokjin whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Jungkook's forehead.

"Alright, yeobo."

"I'll pick up some fresh strawberries for you. You still love them, don't you?" Another affectionate kiss followed, and Jungkook responded with an enthusiastic nod.

"Thank you."

He placed final farewell kiss on Jungkook's lips. Jungkook shooed him away. "Off you go! You're going to be very late."

"Okay, okay."

With that, Seokjin hurriedly put on his shoes and dashed out the door, but not before blowing a playful, flying kiss to Jungkook, who couldn't help but giggle at his husband's endearing silliness.

~End~

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