This pain | jjk + oc

{022}

(Jungkook's pov)
I put on a red tank top, since we are in Hawaii, gotta dress for the weather, and some black shorts. I'm very pleasantly surprised with the weather in Hawaii, since it's December, and I get to wear tank tops and shorts! In Korean, it would be snowing right now.

I hear the bathroom door (that is connected to me and Min's room) open slowly, and then I see my beautiful girlfriend walk out in a big black tee shirt, and light blue skinny jeans. And of course, she's not wearing shoes because we aren't leaving yet, but she is wearing socks on her cute little feet.

"Okay, I'm ready!" She says as she sets her folded clothes that she was wearing previously on the floor next to our suit case, she runs over to the bed, and jumps down next to me.

"What would you like to do while we wait, my love?" I ask her as she scoots over to me, and bundles up in my arms.

"I wanna stay here, with you." She replies.

"Very well."

I jump up let her head fall from my chest to the bed without any pause for warning.

"What the hell?!"

I laugh as I crawl with speed to the end of the bed.

I grab her right foot, and pull her sock off.

I pull her just washed foot to my mouth, and plant a kiss on the bottom of her foot. She smiles at my action, but little does my beautiful girl know that soon, it won't be too fun for her.

I quickly wrap my legs around her leg, so she won't be able to escape, and start to tickle her foot.

She starts laughing so hard, showing me her perfect smile, and the sound of her beautiful laugh fills the deepest depths of my ears with a sound almost as a song of beauty.

I wonder often how I became so lucky to have something so perfect. I don't deserve it, so why? How? But I'm going to be honest, I don't care why or how; I'm just glad that this is the reality I get. Having the most beautiful, amazing, smart, kind person as my own. And when I say "kind" I don't mean "yeah she's nice", no, I mean I've never met someone so genuinely happy and joyful as Park Joon Minji, my girlfriend. And anyone who has the absolute pleasure of meeting her, shouldn't ever be disappointed, but honored.

She starts doing everything in her will to become free of my strong hold. Kicking, punching, and she's trying to tell me to stop, but she's laughing too hard, and too much, she can't take a moment to finish a sentence.

"Stoooop!!!! Oppa!!" Are the only words I can actually manage to make out.

I then proceed to tickle up her body, now moving up to her stomach, hovering over her.

"Oppa!!! Hahahah stop it!" She says over and over.

"Never!" I scream back.

She then kicks my legs with her own, causing me to fall, however, I catch myself with one arm, but my face is now in the crook of her neck.

Our laughter feels like it's connected, united. It feels like our laughter is one.

I stop tickling her, only to let her take a breath, but I keep my hands where they are, so that she knows I'm not finished.