I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Jinkook - Princess

Seokjin's eyes widened as he took in the chaotic scene before him. The house looked like a whirlwind had hit, with clothes, dishes, and random clutter scattered across every surface. He could barely contain his shock as he stepped further inside.

"What the hell happened here?" Seokjin said, his voice rising with each word as he surveyed the mess. His wide eyes were filled with disbelief, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Jungkook, standing a few steps away, shrank under Seokjin's intense gaze. He knew he was in trouble. Big trouble. Seokjin was a clean freak, and Jungkook knew all too well that nothing triggered his boyfriend quite like a messy house. He had planned to tidy up before Seokjin's return from his week-long business trip. But Jungkook had gotten... comfortable. Lazing around after work, he kept pushing off the cleaning to the last minute, confident he still had a couple of days.

Except Seokjin had surprised him by coming back early-two days early, to be exact.

Jungkook felt like a deer caught in headlights. He knew that look. It was the look Seokjin wore only when he was truly upset, the kind of upset that made him skip over endearing nicknames. He knew it was serious when Seokjin just used his name.

"What have you done to my house, Jungkook?" Seokjin's glare bore into him, his tone cutting like ice.

Jungkook gulped. "It's... It's our house, baby," he said, voice wavering as he tried to calm Seokjin down.

Seokjin shot him a withering look. "It won't be our house for long if I kick you out of here," he snapped, crossing his arms. The seriousness in his voice made Jungkook's stomach flip. He knew he had no escape.

"Don't say it like that!" Jungkook protested, nervous. "I swear, I was going to clean everything up before you got back! You... you just came home a little early."

"Oh, I'm so sorry for having the audacity to surprise my loving boyfriend," Seokjin said, voice laced with sarcasm, his arms flaring out dramatically. "Guess that's on me, huh? For daring to care about you?"

Jungkook winced. "Baby, I do care about you! It's just... the cleaning I don't care about-" he tried to explain.

Seokjin's eyes narrowed, cutting him off mid-sentence. "But I care about it, and that should matter to you! Just like I care about putting up with your loud, creepy, and not-so-funny friends. You know, I endure them because I care about you," he declared, his hands flying in animated frustration.

Jungkook couldn't resist. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Loud and creepy? I'm not sure about that, but they're definitely funnier than your dad jokes."

Seokjin gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "You take that back!" he exclaimed, glaring at Jungkook.

Jungkook leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously. "Or what?" he teased, waiting to see what Seokjin would do.

Seokjin straightened, face set with mock determination. "That's it! Get out of my house," he commanded, pointing toward the door.

"I. Will. Not." Jungkook replied defiantly, arms crossed in a show of stubbornness.

Seokjin's eyes narrowed. "Don't make me drag you out of here, Jeon," he warned.

Jungkook grinned, unfazed. "Try it, princess."

Seokjin huffed, marching over and grabbing his arm, attempting to drag him toward the door. But despite his best efforts, Jungkook didn't budge. He stayed rooted in place, laughing softly at Seokjin's struggles.

Finally, Seokjin let go, breathless and exasperated. "Argh! I can't believe I've fed you all this time, building those muscles-my own little muscle pig! And now look at you, using them against me," he muttered, folding his arms with a pout.

Jungkook smirked, leaning close. "Oh, I distinctly remember you saying you loved these muscles... especially when I manhandle you, baby."

Seokjin's cheeks flushed, but he shot back, "That is totally off-topic, Jungkook. Don't try to distract me."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, inching closer. "Then let's get back on topic, shall we?"

Seokjin's eyes widened, stepping back slightly. "No! That topic is out of your reach for the next two weeks!" he declared, trying to keep his composure.

"Two weeks?" Jungkook's face fell, a pout forming. "Baby, do you want to kill me? I barely survived these last five days without you," he whined, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Don't you dare try that pout with me!" Seokjin warned, but Jungkook knew the power his puppy eyes held. Seokjin's expression softened against his will, but he quickly tried to regain his resolve.

Jungkook took advantage, stepping closer until Seokjin's back was against the wall. He slipped his arms around Seokjin's waist, pulling him in tight. "Then let me make it up to you, Mr. Kim," he murmured, his voice low as he nuzzled Seokjin's neck. The warmth of Jungkook's breath sent a shiver down Seokjin's spine.

Seokjin's willpower crumbled as he closed his eyes, feeling Jungkook's lips graze his earlobe. He couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped, and when Jungkook's mouth found his, he melted, kissing him back with all the intensity he had been trying to hold back.

The room filled with their passion, their playful argument forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. As their kisses deepened, laughter mixed with breathless gasps echoed in the space, and the mess surrounding them became the least of their worries.

After a while, they collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent. Jungkook lay beside Seokjin, smiling up at the ceiling, while Seokjin kept his eyes closed, a satisfied yet exhausted expression on his face.

"Just so you know," Seokjin murmured after a few moments, "I still haven't forgiven you."

Jungkook turned, feigning a hurt expression. "Aw, come on, baby," he said, gathering Seokjin in his arms. He kissed his forehead, trailing gentle pecks along his face. "I'm really sorry, please forgive your stupid bunny. I promise, I'll keep this house spotless, as clean and pure as my angel's heart."

Seokjin laughed, his annoyance fading. He looked at Jungkook, eyes softening. "Okay, my stupid bunny," he said sweetly, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "But this is the last time, understand?"

Jungkook grinned, hugging him tightly. "Got it, baby. I won't let you down."

They lay in each other's arms, content and peaceful, until Jungkook pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing. "But... you said this house is yours and not ours," he muttered, pretending to pout. "That hurt, you know."

Seokjin chuckled, brushing a hand through Jungkook's hair. "Oh, Kookie, I didn't mean it like that. But honestly... right now, this place isn't anyone's house."

Jungkook blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Seokjin gestured around. "Look around, sweetheart. Right now, this place is basically a dump."

Jungkook winced but nodded, knowing he couldn't argue. "Don't worry, baby. Your 'muscle pig' will take care of it." He kissed Seokjin's forehead. "You rest, and when you open your eyes, this dump will be back to being our home."

Jungkook gently got up, leaving Seokjin drifting into sleep as he began to clean up the mess he had made.