Princess To Playboy||JIKOOK

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“Close your eyes, bubble. You are being naughty.”

Jimin giggled playfully before tightening his hold on Jungkook's neck as he was being carried towards Jungkook's arts room. He had his legs wrapped around Jungkook's pelvis.

Ever since Jimin's pregnancy news got revealed, Jungkook has been babying the smaller. And Jimin was loving those princess treatments more than ever.

As Jungkook was descending the stairs, Jimin started peppering the side of his face with kisses. He had his eyes closed with a happy smile spread over his lips.

He grabbed Jungkook's face and pressed his lips on the latter's for a slobbery kiss. Jungkook reciprocated the intense kiss even though he couldn't see his way.

“Baby, don't play around. We both will fall down.”

“Where is the portrait? Show me already? You took quite a few weeks to get this one ready. I hope it's pretty as you claim.” Jimin whined.

“Patience, Mrs. Jeon. I literally had to paint the most problematic baby in our household. He wouldn't let me work in peace. All he wants to do is cuddle all day long.”

“Pregnant wife deserves all the cuddles. You did this to me.”

Jungkook had no comments on it. He was surely responsible for it anyways. “Okay, then open your eyes, ‘your highness”

Jungkook tried to make Jimin get down from his hold but the boy only tightened his clutches around his torso.

“Turn around.” Jungkook complied without any complaints. His hand had a secure hold on Jimin's butt. The latter gently opened his eyes and looked at the large canvas in front of him. Now immersed in different shades of color, it was bright and blinding.

“Do you see it?” His question was ignored since Jimin was awestruck because of what he was seeing.

His mouth opened in awe as Jimin ran his gaze around the work of art. It wasn't just a painting. It was beyond what one's words could describe. It was him. But a beauteous version of him.

Jimin was floating on a blue stream along with white lillies. His curvy nude body glistened from its drops. His body was adorned with those shades of paint. His legs slightly parted showing his glistening core. It was a bright pink. Exactly how Jimin was feeling that day. His eyes had a sensual hue to it. His lips plump, red and wet as if he was the very own figment of someone's dream. It was Jungkook's dream. But still, the painting looked like it was breathing in colors.

Jimin never imagined that Jungkook would portray him in such a sinful way. “put me down, Kookie.” Jimin let out in a gasp. He briskly got down from the olders grasp and looked at the canvas. His hazel orbs glistened with tears. He looked at the portrait with his heart beating in miles. It was overwhelmed with love.

“Th-this is so good. This is mesmerizing, Kookie.” Jimin sobbed out before falling on Jungkook's chest.

The older was no man to cry for things easily. But he bit his lips with tears streaming from his eyes. They never knew they loved each other to the point of not being able to breath without each other's presence. Now, he can definitely say that he can die for this delicate human in his hands. 

“Do you like it, baby?”

“I love it.” It was a muffled cry. But Jungkook heard and it brought out a chuckle from him. Jimin was adorable.

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Jimin emptied the contents of his lunch into the nasty toilet bowl of their college bathroom. He staggered in his path but was able to grab onto the wall before walking out. Jungkook would give him an earful if he was to not tell him about each one of his sick incidents.