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That's it. Boil boil water.
You grin mischievously at the thick water surrounding rice grains contained in a pot mirroring your excitement which bubbles like champagne. Anticipation cannot be maintained for the evil plan you had formed only moments ago.
'Comeeee onnnnn'
Wanting the rice to hurry its cooking time so it'd be ready for when your boyfriend arrives home from work. You couldn't help the bored sigh rolling off your tongue.
But not for the rice,,
After the bubbling on the stove had ceased to a gentle simmer, subsequently the rices contents had spilled into your bowl. Now It was time to play the game you loved the most...
In the fridge you could not help reaching for the carton of milk, unscrewing the cap adorned with familiar malevolence etched across your features. Such an evil smile determined you were going to enjoy this to the fullest.
Cloudy rice water replaced the thick liquid you had previously tipped down the sink. A wry smile foretold every detail. Every detail of your cunning plan.
'And now,, we play the waiting game'
When your beloved had returned he did not expect a full blown three-course meal to be laid out beautifully. Every little particular pleasing to his very large doe eyes; finest red cloth widely spread across the perimeter of the table, overhanging edges on each side making the sight appealing than what it already looked to be.
Two large plates of appreciable home cooked meal stacked high accompanied by two glasses of blood-red liquid to wash it down with.
The said male was bewildered at what his vision could make out. Turning to you with what could be seen as a very touched, emotional expression; approaching you with arms spread out wide paired with those dazzling sparkles twinkling in his eyes.
Next thing, you're being squished against a well-built firm chest as soft words of 'How was your day baby?' are whispered into your ears.
Against your own chest was you able to feel the presence of rippling muscles convulsing, which were barely being contained by an overly-tight white shirt admist enraged-seeming buttons struggling to hide flawless porcelain skin.
Not to mention the low-gravely tone, too, being the culprit as to why your voice shyed away from exposing itself. In spite of this, a comforting hand smoothed itself along the small space of your arm, brushing over your skin evoking a feeling you had familiarity with. Home.
"I had a good da-"
Though you clearly had ran out of time to speak before his fast-moving lips were landing on your own parched ones; massaging various messages of how much he missed you, loved you, treasured you into your mouth.
Whoever said that In order for active communication to take place words needed to be spoken was an obvious fool. Words did not need to be used to get this message across but instead intense physicality.
You return his sweet incoming message along his lower lip with a cheeky swipe of your tongue,, a little tease would not hurt, right?
Wrong,,
He still takes a man's form subsequently a man's mind did he possess.
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Prankster || jeongguk au
Fanfiction'Did yOU jUst kiCk mE iN thE diCk?!' ---- Where JK of bts is your lover I do not own jeongguk or btsssss 😙😙 Will include mature, sickenly sweet and great-ass content
