Jikook Oneshots/Short stories Book 2

Work Baby!

Jungkook sighed as he walked into his and Jimin's bedroom.

It was a complete mess. Clothes everywhere, shoes scattered, drawers open, the whole nine yards.

"Babe!" Jungkook called, moving to start picking up the clothes.

Jimin sauntered out of the bathroom, his wig on securely and hands working on his earrings. "Hey baby."

Jungkook gestured to the mess in the room as he held up Jimin's pink, sparkly, crop top.

"Oh...sorry. I know."

"I thought you weren't working tonight." Jung pouted, pushing a pair of six inch heels into the floor to sit on the bed.

Jimin pouted back and sat next to his boyfriend. "I wasn't supposed to, but Hobi-hyung's grandma died around three. I'm picking up his shift."

Kook turned to the older male and let out a huff. "Are you working the floor?"

Jimin bit his lip. "Yeah."

Kook nodded then pat Jimin's bare, shaven thigh. "Let me get ready."

"Kookie, no. You're obviously tired," Ji protested, watching his boyfriend shed his work clothes.

"You know I hate you working the floor without me there. I love that you enjoy performing, but some people don't know their fucking limits. You're mine."

"Kookie," Jimin pouted, hopping over to his beloved. "Seriously. It's the evening shift, not the night shift. It's not as crazy. Just stay home and rest, please?"

Kook sighed as he felt Jimin grip his bicep. The munchkin knew he was weak for Jimin's tiny fingers. The younger turned back to his boyfriend and crossed his arms.

Jimin bit his lip and swayed his hips as the muscles under his finger tips flexed.

The taller finally rolled his eyes and dropped his head back, "Fine."

Jimin giggled in triumph and moved to push all his Drag clothes and shoes off the bed. "Okay, now lay down here and start up your cartoons. I'll go make you a quick dinner."

Jung caught the older just as he started to saunter away, snaking his hand under Jimin's mini skirt to get a handful of that glorious ass.

Jimin let out a squeak, but it was covered as Jungkook kissed him.

The younger pulled back after a minute, pouting. "You aren't wearing panties."

"I was tucking, Kookie. Besides, you always pick out my panties."

Jung narrowed his eyes and pecked Jimin's nose. "How long till you have to go in?"

Jimin glanced at their bedside clock. "An hour."

Jungkook bit his bottom lip and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I have to do my makeup, Kookie. I don't have time."

"Please?!" Kook groaned.

"I can't, Babe." Jimin sighed, pressing his hands to the other's chest. "Now, just get in bed and relax your sweet ass, okay?"

The taller scrunched his nose and pouted as he shuffled over to his side of the bed.

Jimin giggled and tucked his hair behind his ears. He had on his curly, long, black colored wig.

Jungkook let out a small laugh as Ji sauntered out of the room. He was just playing around with Kook's hormones.

And it was easy, because Jimin took good care of himself and had the natural ass of a Greek god. His man didn't need any padding like those other fake ass hoes. Jimin was the best Drag queen.