Paint me a future
Authour: mintsugakookies
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 3240
Ship: Jimin×Jungkook
Summary:
Waking up to Jeon Jungkook every morning was everything Jimin could have asked for in life. Having police officer for a husband was fun especially when he gets to play around with his uniform.
Having Park Jimin in Jungkook's life was as perfect as it gets.
Except for when said husband likes to scare the life out of him by asking important questions rather casually while doing tasks such as re-painting their guest room.
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He wakes to the smell of linen.
Not a particularly sharp scent, and definitely by no means overwhelming. It was a comforting one that enticed him to burrow his face deep into the juncture between his pillows and get lost for days. He presses further against his surroundings, letting his hands grip the bed below him and adjust slightly with a soft sigh escaping from his lips. Jimin had forgotten that he had washed the sheets the day before, leaving him with a relaxed aura of cleanliness. The soft fabric cradles his skin, wrapping him in a blanket of warmth and filling his brain with pictures of soft tufts of cotton and silky threads.
He also wakes to an incredible amount of body heat what felt like a pair of lips pressing to his cheeks.
Jimin cracks an eye open at a slower rate than he had intended. He swears that it takes a full five minutes--four on a good day--for his eyelids to cooperate and slide open. In the mean time, more slow and lazy kisses plant their way around Jimin's face, warming his skin at each press and leaving a cool feeling as they disappear. As his vision slowly increases in quality, he feels fingertips press into the skin of his hips, and he really isn't able to see that much since their was a face hovering so closely to his.
"Morning."
A lazy smile slithers its way onto Jimin's face, eyes forming into little crescents as contentedness shows in his expression. Jimin had always loved how scratchy and deep Jungkook's voice got in the morning. There was a kind of tenderness to it that he couldn't get enough of hearing.
"G'morning," he says leisurely, squinting ass a quick kiss was placed on the tip of his nose. Jimin let's out a small breath of laughter. "Having fun there?"
He finally meets Jungkook's gaze, which was sparkling brightly as always with his usual boyish gaze. His hair was tousled messily on his head, indicating that he didn't bother to fix it when he woke up. It was okay because Jimin liked it that way--he liked seeing Jungkook with unkempt hair, sleep crusted eyes, and a bright and shiny grin in the mornings. It made him want to roll the younger up in their covers and never let him go.
Jungkook's initial reaction was to lean down and pepper kisses from the space behind Jimin's ear, down his jawline, and to his chin just below the plumpness of his bottom lip. "Lots of fun actually," his voice rumbles out, finally slotting their lips together.
Jimin sighs wistfully into their kiss, reaching up his hands to smooth over the skin on the nape of Jungkook's neck. Their mouths slide smoothly against each other, every movement deliberate and coordinated. Jungkook snakes his hand under Jimin to cup the back of his head, pulling him in closer to feel every inch of this. It wasn't long before Jimin had pushed him back abruptly, leaving the younger confused.
"Jungkook, please, we have morning breath," the Jimin says, wrinkling his nose and keeping a hand to the other man's chest.
Jungkook takes this opportunity pin the older's hands above his head, gripping lightly to make sure to not hurt him. "I'll take anything you give me."
