Jungkook found himself pinching his nose bridge so early in the morning. He groans, realising that jimin had been using all his clothes for the past weeks now, explains the lack of clothing in his closet. He needs to buy clothes of his own, he thought. But jimin is too naive and much of an idiot to even use a doorknob, how much more to buy himself clothes.
He sighed, plopping himself down on his bed, face first. "He used all my plain shirts," he grumbled, a frown creased on his brows before pushing himself off the mattress to check on his hybrid.
When he reached the living room, Jimin was still sleeping soundly by the couch with his tail lazily hanging down and his ears down on his head. And jungkook hated the fact that jimin looked so heavenly even when sleeping— and he was so close to punching him then and there as well when jimin purred, making his member slightly twitch under his boxers.
"Fucking hell," he hissed, heaving a sigh.
His eyes then landed on the round wall clock, once again sighing as he reads the time. It's still three am in the morning which explains why the hybrid is still asleep and not making breakfast, something he doesn't need to do since today is a saturday and jungkook could pretty much cook himself a decent meal— well that is if you consider burnt eggs and pancakes decent.
Jimin looked so serene and peaceful with his eyes closed so dearly and his bangs falling perfectly on his face. Jungkook couldn't find it in him to wake and disturb him up. So he decided to just sit on the floor and admire his hybrid for a while.
He couldn't deny the fact that jimin is indeed beautiful yet he couldn't believe how gorgeous just the small dog looks up close. He never really took the time to examine his hybrid without the boundaries of his throbbing erection and flushed cheeks 'til now. To say jimin is pretty and adorable is a complete understatement. Jimin is beyond pretty; he is ethereal.
Unconsciously, his hand reached to touch the hybrid's hair, brushing it off his face gently as though he didn't want to wake the other from it's deep slumber. At this, jimin's eyes slowly opened and the next thing he knows, two adorable crescent eyes were already staring back up at him. Still, he didn't budge and continued brushing the hybrid's hair instead, a small smile gracing his lips.
Jimin only smiled, snuggled closer to his hand and stared up at him like the sun shines out of his ass or something. He never said anything, not even a greeting to jungkook except for a smile, and for some reasons, jungkook was fine with it.
"How's your sleep?" The human asked. As usual, jimin didn't answer yet he just smiled up at him as if telling jungkook that he just had the greatest sleep in his entire life. "I presume you've had a pretty great dream?" jimin nodded.
They were silent after that with only their gentle smiles left in their lips and their gazes soft yet full of intensity as they locked eyes. Jungkook found himself inching closer to brush his nose against the hybrid, earning fits of adorable giggles from jimin.
jungkook then reached to touch jimin's ear, making the dog purr at the contact. Jungkook laughed rather than getting aroused unlike before, slowly moving to climb up the couch and lay beside his hybrid. He honestly don't know shit as to why he's doing all these. But one thing's for sure; he wants it.
He pulled jimin to his chest and breathed the hybrid's fragrant rose shampoo— the same shampoo he uses too. "Can you speak for me baby?" he whispered in his ears. "It's been weeks since I last heard your angelic voice. I'm addicted."
Jimin was silent for a little while before he looked up and smiled up at him. "M-master..." he calls, and jungkook was more than glad even though it was only a word.
"It's really great and arousing to hear that, jiminie." He smiled. "—but I'd rather you call me kookie or something."
Jimin bit his lip before a huge ass grin broke off from his lips. "J-jiminie and kookie?" He asks him. Jungkook couldn't help but close his eyes upon hearing jimin's voice for the second time this night, pulling him closer to his chest and planting a soft peck on the latter's forehead. "Yeah, Jiminie and kookie." he tells him, earning yet another batch of adorable giggles.
They were so engrossed on each other's warmth that slowly, the both drifted off back to sleep, the breakfast and shopping idea has been long forgotten.
[A] I know this chapter sucks but hey, I tried to give you fluff minus the horny side of kookie. I'm not really good in writing fluff since angst is my forte, but please bear with me. ❤️
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