All for you

16.

Jinyoung

My bump grew with passing week, Jackson showering me and the bump with kisses every night in bed. He's such an idiot.

He had left early that morning, going for his individual schedule. I knew that he would be meeting us for our group schedule and wanted to dress up slightly. He only ever sees me in pyjamas these days...

I stood sulking in front of my wardrobe, staring at my clothes. My options were slowly becoming limited as I had to wear baggier clothing to hide my bump.

"Your clothes are going to catch fire if you stare at it any longer" Mark laughed, sitting himself down on my bed.

"It's just... I've been wearing the same clothing for the past few schedules. And Jackson only ever sees me in pyjamas these days" I grumbled, flicking through my sweaters.

"It's fine" he laughed, getting up to help me flick through my clothes too.

"This?" he suggested, pulling out a sweater.

"I wore this last week" I frowned, shaking my head. He hung it back, continuing to flick through my clothes.

"I want to look good. Especially in front of him" I sighed, leaning against the door.

"I just sounded like an annoying schoolgirl" I muttered, slapping my forehead. Mark cackled with laughter at my statement, earning a shove from me.

"Why don't you just grab something from Jackson's cupboard?" he suggested, wiping away his tears.

"Why didn't I think of that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

"Because you're a schoolgirl" Mark replied, smirking at me, earning another playful shove from me as I left to Jackson's room.

I stared at Jackson's clothes, staring at the colours that laid out in front of me. I smiled to myself, thinking back as I looked at his clothes.

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"Why do you always wear black?" I asked, frowning at his clothes while he laid on his bed watching me.

"Hmm. I never really thought of wearing other colours... plus, it's easier to match" he shrugged.

"Darling. It's black and black... there's nothing else to match" I laughed, shaking my head.

"You're all the colour I need in my life" he smiled softly, staring at me.

My laughter died in my throat as our eyes met, his love shining through his eyes, making my heart race.

"I'll wear more colours if you like" he whispered, slowly walking his way over to me.

I grabbed him closer, pressing my body flush against his, my hands tangled in his hair. My body tingled, feeling his warm arms wrap around my waist. His palms rested on my lower back, cupping me to him protectively.

"What colour do you like me in?" he murmured, his lips brushing gently over mine as he spoke.

I leaned forward only for him to move back, a small smile creeping onto his face as I pouted slightly.

"Hmm?" he asked, waiting for my answer.

"Red?" my response coming out more like a question as I leaned forward.

"And?" he asked, his lips just barely out of reach, breath fanning over my lips.

"Pink" I mumbled, my gaze on him lips.

"And?" he smiled, knowing how much I wanted his lips.

"Damn it. Every colour. Now kiss me" I whined, tugging him nearer.