professor husband

CHAPTER 22

Yoongi's pov

I waked up with a contented smile on my face, the memories of the night before still fresh in my mind. I turned to my side hoping to see the man i love but the bed was empty.

I sit up on bed, feeling a pang of disappointment that jimin was not there. But then the smell of coffee brewing and the quiet sound of clinking of utensils coming from the kitchen reminded me that jimin was likely preparing breakfast.

"Jimin?" I called out as I got out of bed, my voice still groggy from sleep. I walked towards the kitchen, the smell of coffee guiding my way.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw jimin standing in front of the stove, flipping pancakes with the spatula in hand. He looked up as soon as I entered, gifting me a warm smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead " He said, the endearment rolling off his tongue easily, a clear sign of our newfound closeness. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"I could get used to this sight every morning." I joked as I moved to stand beside him. I reached out to brush away strand of hair falling on his forehead, my touch tender.

"Don't get too comfortable." He teased, his eyes sparkling with love and joy as he leaned into my touch. " I am not cooking you breakfast everyday."

I pretended to pout, even though I was loving this playful side of jimin. "But who will feed me if not you?" I asked with a mock distraught expression.

"You have hands, don't you?" He countered, giving me a playful shove. He turned back to the pancakes expertly flipping them one by one " You will survive without my cooking. "

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder "but your cooking is the best, jiminie." I said, nuzzling my nose in his neck for good measure. "Can't a guy get spoiled a bit by his husband?"

He rolled his eyes playfully, the blush on his cheeks betraying his amusement. He leaned back in my embrace "You are like a needy child." He said, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Guilty" I murmured against his neck, my lips accidentally brushing his earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine " but can you blame me? I have the most gorgeous, smart and beautiful husband in the world. Anyone would get needy for your attention."

He turned off the stove, putting the spatula down before turning around in my arms facing me "flattery will get you nowhere, you know." He said trying to sound stern but failing to hide the affection in his eyes.

"Oh, but it seem to be working just fine." I said, a sly smile on my face. I leaned in my forehead resting against his. " You cheeks are flushed, your heart is beating fast, and your eyes... they are betraying just how much you like me complementing you."

He huffed, trying to look annoyed but he couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. " You are insufferable." He mumbled, though his hands betray his words, coming up to rest on my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"And yet, you love me anyways" I said my voice softer now, the playfulness giving way to a deeper emotion. I cupped his face in my hands, tracing my thumbs gently over his cheeks " You love me despite my clinginess"

He lifted his gaze to meet mine, my eyes holding the love and vulnerability. " yes" He said, his voice barely above a whisper." I do love you, despite your clinginess, because I know beneath all this, there is a caring man, who i adore."