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📍Summary: Jungkook brings you, your favourite thing. But turns out he's not your favourite, after all.

📍Word count: 1.4k words

📍Warnings: Jungkook needs your attention badly, You make him suffer, Jealousy, and pink minions (?)

*This is a work of fiction*

"Bun, look what I got for you, my favourite girl!" Jungkook crooned softly in your ears as he rested his lithe, embossed fingers on your lush eyelids.

Blindfolding you from his surprise, while pressing your spine against his robust chest. His familiar psychedelic scent blanketing you like a dopey sedative.

"Koobie, how can I look if you have my eyes covered like that! I can't see it, my bunny" you tittered while grasping his large hands in your small dainty ones. Causing him to goofily chortle as well.

"Guess what it is bunbun" he hummed against your ears and kissed your forehead in blandishment.

"Um is it something I like?" you questioned, making a moue.

"Of course! Why I'd be so excited to show it to you otherwise" he pecked your cheek to kiss your pout away.

"Oh. Is it something you like, too?" you pressed your lips together in contemplation. Rubbing your soft thumbs over his rough knuckles.

"Um, baby. Now that's debatable cause I don't actually like them. But I love it cause you love it." he dragged his sentence hesitantly.

I am jealous of it.

He wanted to say but not admit.

"Oh. And is it pink?" you squealed, twiddling your fingers in imminent ebullience.

You by now knew what it was. Your recent obsession, which flashed an inferno of envy in your man. Because the latter hogged all your tender touch and all your supple kisses from him.

"Yes!" he replied, his voice raising at the eureka moment you were about to hit.

"Aw my Cooky plushie!" you cheekily swatted his hands away and absorbed the beautiful creation that was resting innocently on your bed, in front of you.

"Gosh I love it! It's a baby Cooky plushie! My baby! I love you. Lush foo!" you embosomed the tiny cotton ball. Crushing it against your rib cage and also your bosoms. While your gullible man witnessed the spectacle, with a tongue poking his inner cheek.

"Aye. This is not fair baby! I got it after 20 tries at the claw machine." he whined while snaking his brawny arms around your fluffy torso from behind. Resting his chin on your shoulder with a cherubic pout.

"Yes. And you also left me at home to have drinks with your friends. That is not fair too" you turned your sulky face to him and booped his nose with the plushie. Making him even more petulant and tragically indigent of your luxurious affection.

"Bun! I asked you to join me, baby. But you said it's your rest time and that you need to be in bed by 10pm. You even asked me to have fun and go enjoy with them. Baby don't do this to me please. Come on, kiss me now please. I missed you bun" he wriggled as he tightly clasped on to you like a huddling penguin. Turning you around so he could taste your luscious lips.

"Uh-uh. No, you left your bun alone. I had to cuddle with my plushies. They snuggle and love me, unlike you-" you caressed your cheek against the matted fur of the pink creation. The very sight of it, arousing sheer detest in your possessive boyfriend.

The green eyed monster raged out from him like an unleashed beast. He smashed his lips against yours.

The smouldering coals within him igniting the searing passion and summoning the phantom of possessiveness.

"They can never love you-" he laced his plump lips greedily against yours, earning a gleeful mewl from you.

"Like me. I love you. I am yours. Not these plushies. Baby." he bit your lips like his favourite fruit and his pillowy soft lips fondled yours to calm his jealousy.

"Whatever" you breathed out as you broke the kiss.

"He's still sleeping with us tonight along with others." you tapped your pointed finger in the valley of his pecs as you announced your astringent order. Your words causing his senses to rise up with goose flesh.

He? So that lifeless soft toy was a 'he' in your life and not him, your devout boyfriend?

"Baby no! I already tolerate- I mean we already sleep with 5 others in between us. I wanna feel you close to me Bun. Please." he beseeched to you as he trailed after you like a kicked puppy.

While you bit your lips to control your smile and proceeded to tuck your cotton babies in your shared blanket.

"No. My Cooky baby plush will sleep with us. Also he'll feel sad if I don't cuddle him. Right, my baby?" you talked in an animated baby voice to the inanimate homewrecker. While Jungkook rushed to the bathroom in bubbling vexation at your behaviour.

It was his mini punishment. Also low key you loved riling him up like this from time to time. It showed how much whipped he was for you and you loved that. He too, knew this. It was all playful and harmless. It was your game of push and pull.

So he purposely tried harder to win your attention by bestowing you with plushies like this. It was his peace offering. He showered you with his romantic largess not because you wanted it. But because he can.

While he loathed that these plushies basked in your extravagant care and attention. He also loved the blissful smile and how giddy and precious you'd get whenever he bought you these little treats. His heart warmed up like a mug of hot chocolate on a cold night, whenever you'd thank him and pounce upon him in excitement.

But today you didn't do that.

And even the covers felt cold and crispy even if he laid beside you. Why?

Cause his beloved territory had been demarcated by the buffer of these pink cooky plushies. The latter standing as Lilliputian guards as you snored away like a giant, snuggled near them.

He resisted this inexorable urge to pluck each of the tiny menaces and throw them into a far abyss, so that they may never return.

But he knew you'd be devastated if he did that. And your happiness meant the world to him, even it felt like an imploding torture to him. He was a romantic masochist for your love.

As the night dwelled into deep hours of the dawn, your eyes fluttered open.

You were sprawled out like a freshly baked pepperoni pizza. Why the pepperoni? You may ask. Well cause your army of little, pink cooky minions were akin to garnishing of pepperoni sprinkled around your delectable pizza form.

As for your man, he was hanging by a thin thread, just like the cheese dripping from the crust. At the very edge of your bed.

It was a part of your sleeping habits. While Kookie snored like a cute snorting piglet in his sleep. You'd roll around the bed and usurp all the available space. Like a victorious king expanding his kingdom. While your commoner of a man, was ripped off the blanket which was now rolled up royally, around you.

He laid like shy mouse at the corner of the bed. Resting in a fetal position. Cold, and bereft of your coveted warmth.

The scenery, and his pitiable condition, struck sympathy and remorse in your heart. Have you been too harsh?

The guilt clawed your insides just like how he clawed out those plushies for you, the latter now becoming his anathema.

"Am sorry Koobie" you whispered, tears almost welling up your eyes. You immediately stood up and swept the pink minions to one side of the bed.

You rolled up the majority of quilt over him and latched your leg over him. Big spooning him.

Your bunny was so deep in his slumber that he didn't even move an inch. So you had to slip closer to him. Even if it meant you two were now sleeping, cramped up in a fifty centimeter zone. It was your mini realm, where you cuddled your hearts close.

"You know Koobie, I was joking, right. You're my most favourite and fluffiest plushie. My big, human plushie." you scratched his unkempt bed hair in lulling motions. Whispering sweet nothings to him, as you admired his drooling, sleepy face.

He was so cute.

"I love you Koobie. The most. You're mine." you kissed his Michelangelo crafted nose and rested your head in the crook of his mole bedecked neck.

"I love you too, Bun" he whispered languidly as he intertwined your arms with his.

And you two, slept in your mini realm, with the allegiant pink Cooky plushies, guarding their king and the queen.

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