Princess To Playboy||JIKOOK

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Jungkook had his brows furrowed as he looked at his hair in the mirror again. He remembers shampooing it thoroughly in the shower. Now he stands here wearing tight ripped jeans with no shirt on, still trying to get his stubborn hair to flatten down.

He looked beside him only to roll his eyes at the beautiful little thing decorating his eyes with colors and liners wearing a sleeveless satin pajama top and an underwear. A satin one at that. Jungkook's favorite.

“Jimin… What did you do to my hair last night? This stubborn thing won't stay right. We have to go to college today. I have an intercollege match today. Don't you remember that?” Jungkook whined, showing two bushy parts of his hair on either side of his head to his beloved.

“You look cute in pigtails. I love making them on your hair.  And-and I might have used some jel to make it perfect.”

“There. I have my answer. Now make it alright you little minx.”

Jimin squealed and giggled when Jungkook sat them together on the vanity chair with Jimin straddling his lap.

“This is easy, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. You are overreacting.”

Jungkook looked at Jimin with a bored expression. “Then do it fast.”

Jungkook watched Jimin take his blow dryer and a brush from the table and switch the device into life. Jimin styled his hair all the while he admired the pretty face in front of him. He pecked the cute button nose and those soft pink cheeks.

“Is it me or are you getting plumpier day by day. My bubble is a handful now.” Jimin pouted before pecking Jungkook's lips.

“I think I am eating a lot. I never knew your mom cooked delicious meals.”

Jungkook chuckled, getting up with Jimin clutching on his torso. He was glad they were getting along with each other. Even though all they do is try to be at each other's throats.

“I don't mind my bubble getting bigger. I like you plump.” Jimin scrunched his nose with a cheeky smile when he received a bite on the apple of his cheeks.

“When are you going to show me the portrait?”

Jimin raised his butt on the counter when Jungkook helped him wear his skirt. “Patience. You are perfect, Jimin. And perfection needs time.”

Jungkook pressed a hard peck on Jimin's lips which lasted for more than a few seconds and walked towards his shirt where it was hanging.

Jimin looked at Jungkook's actions with his eyes gleaming off pure love and attraction. “Did she approach you yet? I heard she joined your Red Bulls again.”

Jungkook walked towards Jimin with his half buttoned shirt letting him do the rest of the work. But all Jimin did was caressing his husband's hard pectorals. The older knew whom Jimin was mentioning.

“She joined the club again. Tried to approach me too. She was like, “Jeon Jungkook, I hope we get along well and you get convinced to accept the propo-” Ouch!!! Bubble, that hurts. 

“That b*tch said that? In. Her. Dreams. Tell me what did you reply to her?” Jungkook gently held the small fist that was assaulting his nipples with a clenched smile.

“Of course I said; that's not going to happen. But I hope we get along well. We are a team you know.”

“So the battle is still on even though we are married? And don't you dare get along well. I should mark you like those werewolves.” Jimin said, looking at nowhere with a look of determination and uncertainty at the same time.