Princess To Playboy||JIKOOK

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This book is full of Jikook's intense romance everyone...
Grab hobi water lovelies...
But let me warn u, it's a short chap.
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“I am hungry.” Jimin declared with boredom. His back was aching and he felt like his lids would fall shut from waiting here looking at Jungkook carefully painting his portrait. Apart from the appetizing view, Jimin was fed up with waiting. Jungkook was sure looking like a whole sin, with his hard sweaty chest on display with flashes of paint all around his abs. His calloused fingers held the brush and glided them with ease. His brows pinched in the middle as he detailed every beautiful inch and corner of his lover's body. It has to be perfect, Jimin was perfect. He knew he shouldn't mess up even a small spot.

On the other end of the room was Jimin with the paintings on his body already wiped off and he was now sitting on the couch inside Jungkook's studio in just his husband's shirt with nothing inside.

“There are snacks inside that small cupboard.”

“Wow. You could have told me before.” Jimin whispered, taking out a small packet that contained pastries and a can of sprite. It was a small refrigerator. He loved this arrangement. Never took Jungkook to be an artist in his basement. But he was loving every bit of this discovery.

“Can I see the painting now?”

Jimin took a big bite from the pastry and immediately groaned from its sweetness. It felt like heaven. The cells in his throat felt like they rejuvenated when he drank a sip of the cold beverage after not swallowing anything for a whole two hours.

“Not now. Not today. You have to wait until it dries.”

“That's so mean.” The latter smiled at Jimin's pouty face looking at him from the couch where he was perched up like a diva but still munching on that pastry as if he was starving for days.

“When are you going to finish it then? See, kitty is still waiting.”

Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air when Jimin raised that huge T-shirt from his body till his tummy showing his perfectly shaven pink flower.

“It won't be nice if I come there right now, Bubble. Don't test my patience.”

Jimin felt challenged as he removed the only clothing from his body and laid over his stomach. He looked at Jungkook like a sinful art. The sight was so tempting that Jungkook lost the grip he had on his painting brush. The poor tool fell from his hand while his heart started beating in miles at the sight of the smaller on the couch. All sprawled out like a perfect meal for him. Only for him.

“You have been doing it till now, Mr. Kookie Jeon.”

Jimin heard a chair scraping on the floor and he knew he should be screaming right now. With a beating heart, Jimin slowly turned towards Jungkook and found his predator looking at him with a gaze that could make him fall on his knees.

“Get up and come here.” It was a slow command. Not too loud or not too low. It was clear and precise. And Jimin knew more than anyone to not defy it.

With his legs weighing a few pounds, Jimin walked towards Jungkook and stood in front of him with a gulp of his throat.

“You think it's fun to tease me, Bubble?

Jimin shook his head, pulling an innocent face at his husband. He was abruptly pulled towards the olders chest. His soft chest squished against Jungkook's hard bare chest from the impact.

The latter brought his thumb and wiped the remnants of cream from the corner of Jimin's pink plump lips before licking that finger. And Jimin bit his lips at that action.