"The silent treatment, eh?" Seokjin mused, a playful glint in his eyes as he observed his husband's determined focus on whisking pancake batter. Jungkook's back remained resolutely turned towards him, but Seokjin couldn't resist teasing him further. He leaned against the kitchen door, crossing his arms over his chest, and continued to watch Jungkook work.
"It wasn't even my fault to begin with, my love," Seokjin protested lightly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement as he approached Jungkook from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Jungkook stiffened slightly at the touch, but he didn't pull away, focusing instead on the task at hand. "Don't touch," he warned softly, though there was a subtle warmth underlying his words that betrayed his true feelings.
Undeterred, Seokjin only tightened his embrace, refusing to let Jungkook slip away so easily. "Get the berries," Jungkook instructed, his voice barely above a whisper as he turned on the stove.
Reluctantly releasing Jungkook, Seokjin complied, making his way to the fridge to retrieve the box of berries. As he washed them at the sink, he couldn't help stealing glances at Jungkook, who remained steadfastly engrossed in his cooking.
With a sigh, Seokjin decided to break the tension, knowing that their playful banter was the best remedy for any disagreement. "You know," he began, his voice light and teasing, "It could've been worse."
Jungkook finally turned to look at him, his face contorted into a disapproving frown. "Worse?" he echoed, his tone sharp as he reached out towards the knife on the counter.
Seokjin raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's sudden intensity, but he didn't back down. "Sure, worse," he replied casually, though there was a hint of challenge in his tone. "I mean, I could have ruined his face."
Jungkook's frown deepened, his annoyance palpable as he glared at him. "Are you some sort of street thug, beating people in broad daylight?" he muttered, his grip tightening around the knife.
The other man paused, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips as he stepped closer to Jungkook. "No, I'm just a man in love with you," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief.
Despite himself, Jungkook felt a flicker of amusement at the unexpected response, though he tried to maintain his stern demeanor. "And does that excuse your behavior?"
"It gives me the right to protect what's mine," came the swift answer, his gaze intense as he met Jungkook's eyes.
"You broke his nose, Seokjin."
"You forgot the three teeth." he quipped, his voice tinged with a hint of pride.
Jungkook shot him a disbelieving look, disbelief written all over his face. "Really? You're proud of that?" he asked, incredulity coloring his tone as he struggled to comprehend Seokjin's behavior.
Seokjin's grin only widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Of course," he replied, "If you're going to talk about my achievements, at least do me the courtesy of mentioning all of them."
Jungkook shook his head in bemusement, "You're unbelievable," he muttered, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe I'm married to you."
"I know, right? You're so lucky to have such a great, practically award-winning husband." Seokjin let out a long sigh, wrapping an arm around Jungkook's waist and pulling him closer until their chests brushed together.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but there was affection in his gaze as he leaned into Seokjin's embrace. "Don't flatter yourself," he mumbled, a fond smile tugging at his lips, "But seriously, you need to stop getting into unnecessary fights."
Seokjin pressed a kiss to Jungkook's forehead, a tender smile gracing his lips as he held him close. "Baby, you shouldn't expect me to just stay quiet when someone throws slurs at you," he murmured, his voice filled with content.
Jungkook sighed softly, his fingers tracing patterns on Seokjin's chest as he nestled closer to him. "But still, violence is not nice," he insisted, meeting Seokjin's gaze with a gentle but firm expression.
"I know, and I'll try to control myself," he promised, his arms tightening around Jungkook, "But sometimes, assholes like him deserve a taste of their own medicine."
Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at Seokjin's candidness, shaking his head in affectionate exasperation. "You're impossible," he said, his heart full with love for the man who always stood by his side.
Seokjin grinned, pressing a tender kiss to Jungkook's forehead before resting his cheek against his husband's head. The couple stood together, basking in the quiet intimacy of their embrace until Seokjin decided to break the moment, "On a scale of one to ten, how hungry are you?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Jungkook cocked his head to the side, considering for a moment before replying, "Um, six. Why?" His curiosity piqued by Seokjin's inquiry.
"Ten for me," Seokjin declared with a wide grin.
Jungkook nodded in understanding, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he made a move to pull away from the hug and resume cooking for his supposedly famished husband. However, before he could fully disentangle himself, Seokjin's hand shot out, catching Jungkook's wrist and halting his movement.
Caught off guard, Jungkook stumbled slightly, his momentum halted as he was tugged back into Seokjin's embrace. "Oof! Whmmph-," he grunted softly as he collided with Seokjin's chest, his protest quickly swallowed by a mouth pressing into his roughly. Jungkook gripped the front of his shirt to pull him in when Seokjin pushed him against the counter without their lips detaching.
"Fuck." Seokjin breathed and kissed him, open mouthed and slow. Jungkook moved his hands to slide under the hem of his husbands shirt, up his back, his nails gently scratching the smooth skin. "Baby." Seokjin murmured into his lips, pulling Jungkook's leg around his waist and rolling his hips forward. A choked gasp escaped Jungkook's throat at the feeling of his husband's hard on pressing against his.
"Seokjin," Jungkook whispered, throwing his head back with a soft moan when the other began pressing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of his neck. He let out a little yelp of surprise when Seokjin lifted him into the air. He wrapped his legs tight around his husbands waist to keep himself steady.
"You're fucking gorgeous." Seokjin husked out, sucking at the mole on the side of his neck while one of his hands cupped Jungkook's ass and the other kneaded the pale thigh locked around his body.
"You're too slow." Jungkook arched his back with a shaky groan when he was pressed to the wall beside their bedroom door and hips grinded into his.
"Maybe you're just too desperate for me, berry." Seokjin chuckled into his neck, groaning out in pain when nails dug into his shoulders harshly.
"Say that when you're not humping me like a bitch in heat. Now, are you going to fuck me or just keep talking?" Jungkook sassed, tugging Seokjin's hair until he had to stop marking his neck and look up at him. Seokjin watched him silently for a moment, sheer lust and want swimming in his dark gaze, before a grin broke out on his face.
"Slut."
And the door closed behind them with a loud bang.
FIN
Let's not invade a couple's privacy, my naughty readers👁
(not proof-read)
