I LOVE YOU (BTS JUNGKOOK)

eighteen

HER
He kept quiet, his eyes sparkled while looking into mine.

"Should we go to work tomorrow, your dad might be needing your help." I asked him.

"If you want to, I'll just follow your decision princess."

I wanted to melt into a puddle.

"Okay, we'll go back to work tomorrow. I still need to check on you, to make sure your fever's totally gone." He nodded in understanding.

I pulled away from him and walked inside.

I saw him following me closely. He followed me everywhere like a lost bunny.

"Are you okay? Do you have something to say?"

I turned around and looked at him.

"So we are not continuing our divorce right?" His big doe eyes pleaded as he look at me.

"We aren't."

I placed a kiss on his lips.

He scrunched his nose while giggling.

"Okay baby." He ran away and went to the kitchen.

He took out a banana milk and sipped on it while heading to the couch. He sat down like a good boy and concentrate on his banana milk.

Why is he so cute?

I imagined having a mini him running around, liking banana milk just like his dad.

After doing the laundry, I went to join him on the couch. He was watching Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Even his preferences are cute.

He saw me approaching him and he immediately opened his arms. I sat beside him, cuddling into his chest, his head leaning on mine.

"Jungkook?"

"Yes baby" he answered immediately.

"Is it true that you prefer older girls?"

There was no answer.

He just pulled away and looked at me intently.

"Yes" my heart dropped a little.

"But that was in the past. Now I just prefer somebody who loves me, accept my flaws and someone who can handle my quirky habits."

He caressed my hands.

"Last time I thought that someone younger than me wouldn't understand my hardships and are still immature. Someone proved me wrong. You are younger than me but you went through so much pain but you handled everything by yourself, you try not to tell others, you never complain that you cried every night because of me. You kept it to yourself. Whereas, I caused everyone to go through so much pain because I was immature and bad at expressing my feelings. I'm still bad at expressing feelings tho. I'm sure you can tell."

He's wrong.

He might not be good with his words but I can tell with every one of his actions. The way his pupils dilate and his eyes turn so round whenever I talk to him, the way he caresses me every time he's holding me.

He's expressing all of it through his actions but he's clueless.

"Really? So you don't mind if I sometimes like playing with Lego bricks."

His eyes widened. I swear this guy is literally Bambi.

"YOU DO? I love collecting them but I'm very bad at putting the pieces together." He pouted.

"Do you want to create a Lego collection down here? In the living room."

His jaw dropped and he jumped around like a little kid.

"CAN WE? OH MY DREAMS FINALLY CAME TRUE. Can you make for me iron man? Oh no the whole avengers superheroes."

He sat down again and begged me with his cute little pout.

"Can. But there's a condition." He nodded.

"What is it?"

He asked in curiosity.

"You've to be my moral support. You know.. I just need you to be there. So that I can concentrate."

I blushed and lowered my head.

He lifted my face up and cupped my cheeks.

"You can't live without me don't you. It's okay. Because I can't live without you too."

How can he make such cringeworthy sentences so sweet.