Jimin entered the house and looked at the mess of clay all over the living room. His face twitched at it, but he was more curious so he kept walking ahead to see Jungkook sitting behind a table at which lay an unorganized mass of white clay. His tongue was peeking out of his lips, curling up a little as he focused to shape the mass into something that'd make sense. 

"What is all this, baby?"

"Jimin!" The tongue went back into his mouth as he rushed towards the man and slammed himself into him. "I have missed you."

Jimin's breathing stopped as he was now smeared with clay all over his suit, but it was only a moment where his mind compelled him to feel that way. He immediately wrapped his arms around Jungkook, kissing his head softly. "I missed you more, sweety. Did uncle arrive on time?" He inquired. 

"Yes." The boy didn't let go just yet and kept holding Jimin.

"What is all this, doll?" Jimin asked, looking at every surface that he immediately wanted to clean. 

"I have a school project. They asked us to sculpt something but I can't do it."

"That's because you didn't rest after coming back from school and look at the mess you made," Jimin scolded the boy, pulling him away to take a better look at his face. "And you need a haircut. You are ruining your hair." 

Jungkook pouted with an intention of melting his husband. It worked like magic every time.

"It's weekend, my sweet potato. I will help you tomorrow. Now go wash your hands and bring the chair, I will trim your hair." Jimin took off his coat and looked at it with a scrunched face that Jungkook saw. 

He nervously laughed. "Sorry about that. Also, I don't want a haircut."

"Yes, you do..." Jimin nodded his head, quirking his brows a little as Jungkook began to walk back but the former chased him, tackled him, and brought him back into his arms. 

"Be a good boy, now. You are not 2 anymore."

"But I don't want to look like a baby. I look so young in short hair and people judge me more..." Jungkook looked down, sadly pouting this time. 

"Judge you for your baby face?"

"For being married."

Jimin sighed. "Come here," he let the weight down on the couch and pulled Jungkook on his lap. "They are jealous, trust me. You get everything. A beautiful husband who acts as your driver every day, a beautiful house, fancy dinner dates, sex-"

Jungkook pushed Jimin's chest by his hands and he cackled out. "Trust me, you are far better than the teenagers who are depressed and have nothing figured out."

"When you put it like this," Jungkook nodded comically, smile wanting to break free. "I think my life is the best."

"See, now go and bring the stool. I will doll you up."

Jungkook grinned, scrunching his nose cutely before placing a peck on the corner of Jimin's lips. "You have to be my muse in return."

Jimin shook his head and walked to the bathroom to bring an apron and a small baguette in which he placed trimmers, small hair cutting scissors, and a nail cutter. 

Jungkook was sitting on the stool when Jimin placed the apron around him but the boy kept moving, busy in his phone. "Sweety, if you don't want Chewbacca hair, I suggest you stop moving now."

As if one cue, Jungkook's aunt face-timed the boy. Jimin's words rolled right off Jungkook's head when he jumped with ecstasy. 

"Aunty!"

"My baby! How are you doing?" The aunt was as much ecstatic as the baby. 

"I am good, Jimin is balding my head," Jungkook complained and directed the camera towards the man. 

"Hello, aunty," Jimin chuckled, spraying a little water on Jungkook's head to straighten the waves. "I am just giving him a little trim."

"Why? He looks really different in longer hair," Niz knitted her brows together. "Unnie never let him keep long hair."

Jimin's hands already cut through the hair from one side as he heard the last sentence and he wished if aunt had said them a moment ago, he wouldn't have shortened the hair too much.

Jimin wanted to give Jungkook world, this was nothing if Jungkook wanted long hair because he never got to style them like that. "I didn't know," his hands stopped.

Niz went on to talk but Jungkook became hyperaware of his husband's state. "It's okay," Jungkook looked up to whisper at Jimin. "I love short hair."

"What is it?" Niz asked. 

"Nothing, aunty." Jungkook replied in place of his husband that made Niz feel proud of the boy who was sort of protecting his husband.

"When are you visiting your old aunt, Jimin? I miss Jungkook and you." The lady asked and caused Jimin to smile brightly, eyes crinkling into crescents. 

"Our honeymoon kind of extended a bit. Once Jungkook has his semester break, I will bring him immediately," Jimin promised. "And you aren't old. Just a few years older than I."

Niz chuckled. "As long as you both had a good time, I don't mind. Did you talk to Momo?"

"I did, she is finally in high school, I am proud." Jungkook broke a boyish grin."

An awkward silence surrounded them for a moment before Jimin chimed in. "We will visit you soon, aunty. Perhaps over the weekend." 

"That will be really good, Jimin. If you can come even for a few hours, it will be fine too. I want to see you two."

The call disconnected in some time and Jungkook sat silently, without moving. Jimin took notice of every breath he took. "Baby? Do you want to eat blueberry cheesecake?" 

"Hm?" Jungkook looked at the man, questioning him. "It's not our birthday or anniversary."

"So? Who says we can eat cake on only birthdays?"

"No one," Jungkook's eyes had a mischievous gleam in them now. 

"And a horror movie to go with it."

"I know you are trying to seduce me."

"Gosh! Jungkook! I didn't know you get on with horror. How weird are your fantasies?" Jimin brushed the hair off the boy's nape onto the apron. 

"Shut up, I won't sex you."

"Oh, baby. Remind me of one day since our wedding that we haven't had sex at least twice?"

"Today will be that day!" Jungkook turned around and glared up at Jimin before slowly standing and throwing the apron and hair with it. 

Jimin flinched his eyes close. "I have to clean it up!" He yelled as he saw Jungkook sauntering away towards their room. 

"I know, clean it well. I don't want to see a single hair on the floor." Jungkook replied before shutting the door behind him. 

"Oh, Come on!" Jimin groaned and trailed behind his little dramatic husband. "I also have weird fantasies."

"Such as?" Jungkook asked and Jimin's eyes couldn't pry away from the naked body of his husband with foam over his chest and back. 

"Doing in the shower," Jimin's legs slowly trudged him into the bathroom as he began unbuttoning himself slowly. 

"We have, twice."

"Let's see, BDSM, cosplay where we play different roles, sex on the beach-"

"Jimin~" the boy whined. 

By there, Jimin had successfully taken off his clothes and left their trail on the floor. Jungkook was seeing his limp cock coming to life. 

"I am really not in the mood."

"I am not forcing you to, baby. What do I look like to you? A sex monster?"

Jungkook turned his face towards the wall to blush and also wash off the shampoo but Jimin pulled his body back so his buttcrack was now in line with the erect cock. 

Jungkook hummed softly and placed his head over Jimin's shoulder. "Let me wash your hair," Jimin asked. 

"Okay," the submissive turned so softly and hugged Jimin. "Should we take a nap together after this?" 

"I have never seen anyone sleepy in the shower."

"How many people have you showered with?" Jungkook bit Jimin's clavicle bone. 

"I can't remember," Jimin smirked. 

"I hate you for not waiting for me and losing your virginity to some bimbo down the street," Jungkook complained slowly.

"It wasn't a bimbo, she was actually a very pretty girl."

"Is this your some sort of twisted way to turn me on? Because it's actually making me want to punch you."

Jimin smiled, sniffing his husband's mild shampoo. "Are you really sleepy?"

Jungkook nodded his head. 

"You take a nap, I will work for some time, is that okay?" 

Jungkook shook his head. "Why are you always working over weekends? You have started working too much. You should rest too."

"I need to be able to keep this lifestyle for you... For us." Jimin replied, never having told Jungkook that he couldn't afford this much expensive beach house and he had to loan some money. Although he was a CEO, he still was new at work. Despite having good money, there was still a limit. He didn't want his parents to pay for him and Jungkook and he wanted to give him the best all on his own.  

"But I don't need it," Jungkook croaked out as he put his weight over the man and closed his eyes sleepily, ignoring the running water on top of his head. 

Jimin helped wash and dry his body before putting him in bed. Once Jungkook was snoring softly, he put the food in the aquarium to his fish and brought his laptop on the bed to work.