[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

36; Healing Hearts

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I can feel the frustration bubbling up inside me as Jimin continues to push my buttons, his mischievous grin only serving to fuel my irritation. But deep down, I can't help but find his playful defiance endearing, a reminder of the spirited, fiery spirit that drew me to him in the first place.

I shake my head, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" I chuckle, shaking my head in mock exasperation.

He shrugs nonchalantly, the picture of innocence despite his mischievous behaviour. "What can I say? I like to live dangerously," he quips, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I step closer towards the bed, unable to resist the urge to play along with his little game. "Is that so?" I ask, feigning surprise. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to punish you then."

His eyes widen in mock horror, though the twinkle in his eyes tells me he's anything but scared. "Oh no, anything but that," he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I raise an eyebrow, my lips quirking into a smirk. "Oh, you think you're funny, huh?" I say, taking another step closer to the bed.

He nods eagerly, his grin widening as he scoots back further as if trying to escape my impending punishment. "I am hilarious," he declares, his voice filled with mock bravado.

I chuckle softly, shaking my head in amusement. "Well, we'll see about that," I reach out to grab him, pulling him into my arms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You're lucky I love you," I murmur against his lips, unable to resist the urge to tease him just a little more.

He grins up at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know," he replies, his voice filled with affection. "And I love you more, you big goof."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I say, pulling him close and holding him tightly in my arms. "You're impossible, you know that?" I chuckle, shaking my head in mock defeat.

He grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with mischief as looks at me with a triumphant smile. "You love it," he teases, his voice laced with playful defiance.

I can't argue with that. Despite his stubbornness, and his bratty behaviour, there's a part of me that thrives on the challenge, that revels in the playful banter and the spirited debates. It's what makes our relationship so dynamic, so exhilarating—never a dull moment with Park Jimin around.

"Yeah, yeah," I concede, unable to suppress the fond smile that tugs at my lips. "But you still have to put some clothes on, baby."

He pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in a perfect imitation of a sulky child. "But why?" he whines, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Because I said so," I reply, my tone firm but gentle. "And because we have guests coming over in an hour, and I'd rather not have to explain why my husband is wandering around the house naked."

"What guests? We're not expecting any guests today."

"Fine, I just made that up. We're not expecting any guests today but still. You need to put your clothes on, Jiminie."

"You lied to me!" He gasp dramatically.

"I did," I admit, unable to suppress my grin at his dramatic reaction. "But only because I knew you wouldn't listen otherwise."

He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff. "That's not fair," he grumbles, though the playful twinkle in his eyes tells me he's not really upset.