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📍Summary: You give Jungkook the silent treatment. And Jungkook leaves no stone unturned to break down your walls.

But what are you mad for exactly? Read to find out ;)

📍Word count: 6.8k words (the longest chapter so far! *pats my back*)

📍Warnings: You are mad, Koo gets silent treatment, Cherry and Kiwi are missed, Bob cameo, Jungkook uses all cards in his boyfie pocket, pufferfish Y/N, Johnson's baby oil, Koo's aftershave, Bungeo-ppang, Cinnamoroll and Mocha cameo, playground swings, ice cream, and lot of innuendos!

*This is a work of fiction*

🧸 ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა 🎀 

"Mmmh honey...bun..."

"So soft...mmh mine..."

"Only my...hhmm...mine."

You furrowed your eyebrows, and shot daggers at your sleepy boyfriend. The latter, babbling in his sweet slumber.

He was sprawled over his tummy, on the very edge of your bed. His bare shoulder blades, still looking firm as rocks, as they peeked through your shared Hello Kitty blankets.

The Cooky plushie- which he was using as his personal cushion, was all squished up and bedewed in his drool. His perky lips were ajar as he mumbled incoherent mewls, his nose sniffing up the cuddle toy for comfort.

"Mmh, bun, you smell so good. I love my Cherry and Kiwi, I always get the best sleep on them," he spoke groggily, nuzzling his messy head in the plushie. He would always wake you up with his raspy chatter every morning. The texture of his sleepy, husky voice and cute rambling, was a perfect morning brew for you.

His lashes fluttered against his fluffy cheeks, their fairy dust a testimony of his pleasant dreams. "Mmhh, come closer bun, today my girls feel extra soft mmh, wan' bite...mmh" He kissed the plush toy, still delusional that it was his, well your, girls.

Usually, you would entertain your goofy bug, cocooning in his brawny embrace and nestling his dopey head in your bosoms.

But today. Today was different. He didn't deserve it. Especially now, when you had been awake for two hours, right when the morning sun rose up from its slumber. Its effulgent sunshine, too, fearful of your sepulchral aura, as it silently dawned up on its earthlings.

Yes, you had been rudely jolted awake from your sleep, woken up on the other side of the bed. The very bed, that was occupied three fourth by your princess, starfish form. With your meek prince, dangling from the meagre blanket that was left for him.

You were sat up against the headboard, your arms folded over your Cherry and Kiwi, as if they too were upset at your boyfriend. Allegorical clouds loomed over your head. The latter brimming with a million questions and most of all, a bitter rancour.

You huffed up your cheeks, puffing them up to their greatest capacity, pouting like a sulky pufferfish. The caliginous imagery, in sheer juxtaposition to the Elysian dreamland your boyfriend gamboled in.

"Bubba? You ain't replying, mmh...still asleep my princess?" he mumbled, eyes still shut as he talked to his Cooky plushie girlfriend.

"Come here, my sexy mama." He attempted to loll his thigh over 'your' hips. However, his gleeful reverie snapped when his leg met the thin air, and his shirtless form tumbled down the bed, on the carpeted floor.

"Ahhh!" he cried, the tousled mop of his silky bed hair, visible from where you sat.

Yes, you were still sitting. You were not going to help him up.

Not after what he did.

"Ah! Bubba I fell! Ouch- ah-my booty hurts so much," he whined like a baby, his cherubic, ringed lips jutted out in petulance. After noticing you weren't replying, he helped himself up, crawling up the bed towards you, on his fours.

And just like a kicked puppy, your boyfriend wriggled towards your lap, his hands snaking around your tummy and his head lulling on your thigh, still sleepy.

"Morning bubba," he whispered, eyeing you up from below, his chin resting against your thighs.

While you continued your skit of being the sulky pufferfish, your hands not at all running through his luscious hair to give him kitten scratches. Even though your hands were itching to do so.

He was waiting for your reply, but you clicked your tongue and averted your grumpy face from him.

"Honeybun? What's up bubba? My bummie aches baby, kiss it better hm?" He got up and wriggled his booty to you, like a bunny courting his doe. You knew he was doing it to vie for your attention and make you laugh.

But today wasn't his lucky day. You weren't going to be that easy to crack. Not after what he did. You were mad, peeved, vexed and most of all, betrayed.

When you just sighed deeply, and only hollowed your cheeks more, he knew something was up.

You didn't kiss his butt.

And honestly now he was butt hurt.

Literally.

He rubbed his eyes to convince himself that it was a bad dream. Because it could only be his biggest nightmare, when he would have to wake up, without cherishing the taste of your succulent lips.

No morning kiss? No good morning? No giggles?

It was definitely a bad morning.

He fluttered his lashes to skim over your face. He could read you like his favourite book. Your curves, lines, thoughts, he knew it all. And now he could only see one emotion- anger.

You were mad.

But why?

He cleared his throat and scratched his muddled head, jogging his memory.

Could it be your periods? No. You both just celebrated the red fairy's farewell party yesterday. He made sure he bid her a good adieu, by throwing you on clouds of ecstasy last night. So no, it wasn't your mood swings.

If all, you should have that lovely afterglow that he blessed you with, every night.

You were all giggles and slept like a baby in his arms after the party. You both were in a very jovial mood last night. He didn't do anything that could hurt you, so what was it?

"Bubba, are you alright? Koobie didn't get his morning kissie, today?" He plumped up his lip, sitting in your lap, his finger pointed at his ringed pout.

On seeing you were only retracting away from him, he tried to cajole you by pecking your cheeks, giving them little nips, to ooze a reaction from you.

But oh boy, were you contumacious. You didn't move a flinch, your stoic expression was plastered on like some abstract sculpture.

Jungkook heaved a sigh, kneeling in front of you, cradling your chin. "Y/N, baby, what's up? Talk to me, tell me what did I do wrong? Huh?"

For the first time in the last hour, you made eye contact with him, your fiery pools, giving him a wrathful, cold look.

A chill ran down his spine, and he shuddered at your icy energy. You were usually so vivacious and bubbly with him, that he had become so used to your warm aura, thinking that was the only side to you.

You both rarely fought, and if you did it would be over petty things, to gain attention of the other. Lots of kisses, cuddles and a passionate love making was all it took to fix it. You both were too whipped to stay mad at each other. You were molded in each other's hearts, wherein, not talking to each other made you feel empty, like a cup without water, a spring without flowers, and a night without sleep.

"Hmmph!" was what you spoke to him, detaching from his grip and rushing to the bathroom to freshen up.

The bang of the door was too obvious to state that he was uninvited. And that he would have to succumb alone to the lonely, cold waters.

"Ugh! Baby! I'm sorry! I don't even know what I did, but I'm very sorry! Please bubba. You know I hate to shower alone! Who will scrub my back? And King Koobie?"

Oh to talk of the devil, he was now up.

"Hey! Not now, bud!" Jungkook gasped in disbelief and scrambled towards the bathroom where you were singing your lullaby, under the steamy waters. And just as he was walking, he tripped his toed over the foot of the bed.

"Ouch!"

Today was surely his unlucky day. He needs to get his lady luck to warm up to him as soon as possible. He cannot live without her. Nope.

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You were combing your hair, humming tunes, which were obviously your beloved's songs, all while tapping Laneige lip mask over your petals.

You heard the bathroom door click, heralding the arrival of your squeaky clean boyfriend, after an hour.

Yes, an hour. No wonder what he was doing inside there, you did hear some sounds, but you would choose not to reveal them to the readers, for privacy.

You still feigned your lack of interest, despite his sweet scent melting every cell of your female body. Oh how bad you wanted to nuzzle your head in his rippling pecs, and stamp him up with your wet kisses. You would smear him up in your lip mask and not leave a single inch of his honey skin.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours? Hmm, my sexy girl?" Your vicarious voyage was ended by the brawny arms of your handsome man, on your hips. He hugged you from behind, his lips leaving syrupy kisses on your neck. Their sweet flavour was further invigorated by the dewy, cold crystals that dripped from his crispy locks, landing your skin in a gooseflesh.

He noticed it, so he simpered against your warm skin, nipping it and caressing it with his pillowy lips.

"Tell me, baby. You know you've been a very bad girl, ignoring me, and avoiding me," He tucked your hair to the side, gently plucking the comb in your hand, that you were tethering your sanity to.

You gulped hard in his viper grip, his voice hypnotised you like notes of some siren. "Want me to make it up to you, bubba? Hmm? Melt that anger of yours, and make you sing for me, hm?" He continued to chant his unholy rhyme, innocently, his inked fingers brushed over your curves, while his chin rested over your shoulder, beholding your reflection in the mirror.

God, your restrain was breaking, you were surrendering, your knees were buckling in defeat. As if having mercy on you, he removed his viper grip on you, making you let out a sigh of relief, and want.

Before you could regain your senses, his veiny hands reached for the aftershave, on the vanity table.

The very one, which drove you crazy. You had told him you loved this scent on him, that it always had you drool like a hungry wolf for him. Its smell was so masculine and seductive, just like your man.

"I know you love this one, let me wear this up, for my precious girl, my queen deserves the best," he spoke haughtily, smearing the perfumed liquid over his freshly shaved cheeks, right beside you.

After wiping his cheeks, he held your chin and tipped it towards him, massaging his cheek against yours gently, kissing your lower jaw.

"Please talk to me baby, I hate to see you like this, punish me, do all you want to me, but please, don't ignore me," he whispered softly, tugging you closest to him. You were already a goner, as his aftershave did a soporific number on you.

Your lips parted, and you let out a sweet sigh of bliss at his touch. You were about to reciprocate his touch by slithering your hands over his, but when your eyes went over to his shirt, you swatted his hands away from your frame.

Your eyes furrowed in utter disgust and loathe when they regarded the black oversized Calvin Klein T-shirt on him. Usually that shirt was your favourite on him, and that's why he wore it, to please you.

"Baby? What's wrong?" Jungkook squeaked like a coward mouse in fear and confusion. You quickly seized the hem of his shirt in indignation, grinding your teeth. You ripped the shirt off his frame, setting the cloth aside as a good riddance.

Then, you marched towards your shared closet and got out with a pink, Hello Kitty T-shirt for him. You threw the fabric over his befuddled, naked frame, puffing your cheeks and veered your face away from him, mutely ordering him to wear your selected outfit.

He drew the pink cloth away from his face, his doe eyes, glimmering with worry and subservience. Without a single question, he quickly adorned his queen's outfit, adhering to her wish as his command.

"Look bubba, I wore it. I-I thought you liked that shirt on me baby, you always said that my biceps looked juicy on them-but-" he stuttered, meekly. While you let out a loud, assertive clearing of throat, clearly asking him to shut up, as you swayed your hips and walked out of the room.

"Hey! Baby! Wait! I'll cook breakfast! You- don't have to-! You can complete your crochet bunny-!" He ran after you, mentioning any ludicrous thing that came to his simpleton mind. He wasn't wrong though, crocheting did help you relieve your stress. After him, of course ;)

໒꒰ྀི˶ ˃ᆺ˂ ˶ ꒱ྀིა

Banana pancakes, with strawberries and fresh ginger tea. Your favourite.

"Eat well, hmm? I will just get the omelet." He patted your head, after placing the dish in front of you. You were starving. Especially after working so hard last night.

You quickly grabbed a knife and fork to gorge on the scrumptious breakfast, and your lips instantly curved up on seeing the sight in front of you.

A maple syrup, smiley face was drizzled on the pancake stack, with a strawberry as its nose.

Your eyes crinkled in awe, the feeble scent of vanilla essence, radiating from the warm pancakes, thawed you a bit. You glanced over the counter, where Jungkook was cracking eggs for you both, humming his mellifluous notes.

"I'll imagine we fell in love

I'll nap under moonlit skies with you

I think I'll picture us, you with the waves

The ocean's colors on your face"

He sang like an angel, while doing the simplest things. Jungkook was so simple. So simple to love. Your hand cradled your chin, admiring him, and basking in his presence. You didn't even realize that you were practically meditating on him with heart eyes. Your icy, cold orbs long melted in his warmth.

"Bubba, you didn't eat, yet? Eat up, bug. It'll get cold. I know I'm hot, but the food's hotter," He wiped his hands, his arms resting on either side on the slab as he gave you a puckish wink, catching you red handed.

Your dreamy bubble popped and your head toppled off your arm. You unleashed a chuckle and did a feline stretch, purring in delight, while Jungkook ogled you. You made a moue and gave him a stern gaze, folding your arms, and waiting for something.

He raised his eyebrow in question, and chopped the veggies, giving you gullible glances.

Then it hit him.

You were waiting for him.

He smiled from ear to ear, pleased as punch at the thought.

You never ate without him. No matter howsoever mad you may be, if you both were together, you always had your meals together.

"So let me fly with you

Will you be forever with me?"

He continued to hum, clearly serenading you and making you blush. You suppressed a bashful grin. Your boyfriend knew how to play his cards and pull the strings of your heart. He was a charmer. Your charmer.

"Ugh," he cried, low. You corked your head in his direction to inspect, and found him sniffing. Tears were rolling over his bread cheeks, and he was struggling. His eyes were irritated as he flicked his bangs to the side. He walked towards the corner of the kitchen to wipe his face, washing it with cold water.

Your heart wrenched at the sight, you quickly got up and scurried towards his side, placing a placating hand on his back.

Had you been too harsh? He was clearly crying. This wasn't your intention. Sure, you were pissed at him, but not so much to make him cry. Seeing him cry would make your soul cry. You would never want that, never in a million years. His soul and face was too pretty to cry.

You hugged him from behind, rubbing his belly and embracing him with comfort. Feeling too remorseful for making him upset, just because of your ego.

"Baby? What happened? You're okay? Did Bob come back again?" He turned around to immediately wrap his protective arms around you. His eyes, searching the living room for traces of the said 'Bob'.

Yes 'Bob' was the name he had given to this big spider that would occasionally visit to greet him, and scare you out of your wits. Jungkook being the lovely angel he was, swore he would never kill him, and that Bob too had his wife and children.

You obviously rolled your eyes at him at first, but slowly you began to understand his point. You too, were tender hearted when it came to animals. So you always asked him to get the creature away from you.

He promised that he would shoo Bob out of the house, but each time the clever insect would crawl its way out.

Upon seeing your boyfriend perfectly fine, you slowly detached yourself from his arms, while he tucked your hair with worrisome eyes.

"Are you okay, bub? I don't see Bob there? Did he crawl out again?" Jungkook's eyes examined the couch again, and then you.

You were so confused. Just moments ago, he was crying. So you tippy toed to inspect his eyes, lowering his supple cheeks to see if something had gone inside them.

"Ah, Bubba-eek it tickles, what are you doing-?" He held your arms for support, but when you found nothing, you grew even more suspicious.

You bit your lips, and puffed up your cheeks, staring at him like a grumpy frog from below.

"What?" he asked, giggling. You looked so cute, ugh. If only he could pick you up in his arms and shower you with a thousand kisses.

You pouted, and found yourself in a huge dilemma. To know why he was crying, you would have to speak. And by speaking, you would officially break your cold treatment to him. The very treatment he deserved, after betraying you, oh so coldly.

You wandered your eyes around the kitchen in hesitation, and just as you were about to break the ice, you saw sliced onions on the chopping board.

Cancelled.

Yeah, your plan to break your silent treatment stood cancelled.

You thought you were being too cruel, but hell no. It was just some paltry onions that made him cry. He didn't cry for you.

He didn't love you enough to weep if you didn't talk to him. He wasn't upset. No, he didn't care.

With the fire of rage once again fueled by your ego, you pushed him away and went on to chomp on your food without him.

As for Jungkook, the poor man was left perplexed, with the smell of burning eggs alarming him in the background.

"Aish! Baby- what-oh the eggs! Baby, listen to me!"

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Johnson's baby oil?

Checked.

Rippling Adonis abs, that will bring (only) his woman to her knees?

Checked.

Oh boy, you would definitely salivate and levitate into his arms after this. There was simply no way you would be able to resist him.

Jungkook now stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wetting his hair to give them that scrumptious, crunchy texture that you always loved to run your fingers through. Not only this, he had specially marinated his delectable arms and abs, in scented baby oil, preparing himself to be devoured by his queen. You were in for a feast tonight, and the main dish would be him.

He had tried everything under the sun to have you open the gates of your unspoken ire, to have him bless with your lilting voice. But alas, you were giving him the silent treatment.

It was almost evening by now, he had begged, beseeched, implored, and grovelled. But you were stonewalling him, firmly dug in your heels. At this point, he didn't even care about the reason behind your peculiar behaviour. He just wanted you in his arms. Have you curse and rebuke him. He was a masochist for your love. He loved the pain, and he loved your love. He loved to love you.

So, after gluttony and servility, he finally had to resort to seduction to enchant you. This was the only way. His last resort. It may be sly, but everything was fair in love and war.

After shaking his hair, he brushed off the excess water and left them dewy crisp. He ran his inked hand through his hair one last time and winked to himself in the mirror.

"My little angry bird, here I come," he giggled, and walked out of the bedroom towards the living room, where you were doing the cleaning.

He had insisted on doing it, but you both had this agreement of splitting the house chores. On the days your man would cook, you would clean and vice versa. Jungkook already loved doing the laundry, so it was a fair deal, well at least according to him. You always protested, because he never let you do more work, always stating that his queen should rest. You were spoiled rotten by him.

His toe socks took feeble steps towards the couch, their adorable sight, antithetical to the handsome hunk above.

You were dusting off the dining table, your back was facing him, so you didn't notice his coy entry.

Adhering to his gambit, he sprawled leisurely on the couch, shirtless, manspreading his luscious thighs and lowering his sweats to enamour you with his Adonis belt.

He sat there nonchalant, serving himself as a spicy treat, a delicious bait spread out just to lure his crossed predator.

"Ugh."

"Agh."

Nope.

No reaction. You were still busy dusting the windows, and your little Sanrio figurines. You didn't even turn back or acknowledge his presence. Even the crickets turned to shame at your beloved's pathos.

Jungkook played with his lip ring and jabbed his tongue against his cheek, a bit annoyed and more so, pissed. But he was a competitive man, he lived for the chase. And his chase was you.

So after an embarrassing bout of grunting, growling and groaning, Jungkook decided to level up his game.

"Ugh guess, I worked out a little too hard today. Just like last night." He peeked his eyes towards your form, spreading his legs even wider, cracking his neck.

"Agh, my 'veiny-tatted-juicy-'ceps' and my 'freshly-oiled-up-washboard-abs' hurt too much from being this sexy. Wish my girl could help in relieving my stress," he whimpered dramatically, wrapping his hands behind his head, watching you turn around, and card your hands through your hair.

Jungkook grinned like a Cheshire cat, having finally caught your attention. But his smug smile slowly faded, when he saw you furrow your eyebrows and pluck your airpods out of your ears.

No wonder his magic didn't work. Curse the noise canceling technology!

Though earlier he was acting like a cocky Casanova, suddenly your unimpressed expression made him turn shy and cower like a rabbit in front of its predator. He gulped hard, as you took measured steps towards him.

"Ah baby, I was just trying to-to-um " he stuttered like a broken record, his heart beating faster than light as you walked closer to him. Your visage, harbouring the flames of ire, which was bubbling up in your eyes and flaring nostrils.

He meekly cupped his bare pectorals, his earlier flexed abs now tensed.

"I-I-was watching some-some TV! Yes, TV! Bubba-" He quickly tapped the remote, turning the telly to life.

And darn his pathetic luck.

The TV started playing those thirst traps by IG models, even when he never watched them. A voluptuous woman was doing squats, flashing her peaches to the camera. He didn't even watch such stuff, so how the heck it was cast on the screen!

You turned your orbs to the screen, your eyes turning to saucers. But before you could react, the screen turned to black, reflecting your scaredy cat boyfriend, quivering like a leaf.

"Baby-bun-I didn't-I mean I wasn't watching this stuff-you know me-I-never-I don't need to-" his prattling was cut short by the thud of your knees settling between his thighs.

You knelt down your Hello Kitty pajama clad legs, nestling them in between his toe sock feet.

Jungkook's doe eyes sprang out of his sockets. His hands, gripping the cushions beside him in submission mixed with an uncanny excitement.

"Bubba-what are you-"

You heaved a low whimper, your supple, bare arms, drawing your hair in a high ponytail.

Jungkook was knocked for a six by your enthralling beauty. Your skin tugged up and flexed as you raised your arms above, your bosoms lifted, looking extra plump. The flimsy excuse of the pink tank top rose up, giving him a divine view of your cute belly button and luscious love handles.

The fabric breathed along with your chest, as you huffed and bit the hair tie between your succulent lips. The crease of your eyebrows, the adroit dance of your fingers, and the cascading hair, served him a tantalizing view. Paradise was at his feet, in between his legs, the earth long swept below them as he drowned in the nirvanic bliss, which was you.

"Dayum, baby, I knew you would come around. I love you so much," Jungkook grunted, now positioning his legs a little wider, already salivating at what was imminent. He rested his head comfortably against the couch, yielding and docile for your touch.

His breath hitched when you placed your red nails against his knees and used them as a support to lower your head in the valley of his thighs.

Oh he was born ready for this.

However, his castles in the air soon got demolished into a damp squib, a chimera.

You lowered your head below the couch and swept the broom underneath it, resuming with your cleaning spree.

From where did the broom magically appear, he didn't know. But one thing he did know was that he had made a total buffoon out of him.

His plan had miserably backfired, you were still mad, perhaps even more, due to the scandalous video.

And to top that, there was another problem, suffocating in his pants. Jungkook was now at his wits end, he couldn't play this game of cat and mouse any longer.

"Babe! This isn't fair! Why are you doing this to me? I'm sorry bubba, look what have you done! Ugh baby please, help me. Y/N-" Jungkook kicked his feet in dejection and vexation, now kneeling beside you on the carpet, begging for your forgiveness.

But you continued to mind your own business, restraining your giggles, and pursing your lips. He was so helpless and needy. You just loved it.

As you swept away the dust from underneath the sofa and tried to get up, your head hit the base of the couch, instantly making you cry out in pain.

"Agh! Koob!" you cried.

Yes, whenever you were in pain or trouble, you always called out your lover's name, knowing he would come to your rescue. Always.

"Baby! Oh my God! Come here, aw my poor baby." Jungkook cradled you in his arms with alacrity, massaging your head in soothing motions and kissing it better.

"Bubba, you should be careful. Why didn't you ask me? I would have moved the couch for you," he cooed in your ears, kissing your temple repeatedly.

Usually you would ask him to use his Herculean strength in moving the furniture before cleaning. But sadly, your ego refused to ask for your man's help.

"Give it to me, I'll clean. You can rest." He tried to take the broom from you, but you hurriedly got up, and began moving the coffee table on your own, not wanting any of his help.

And to his absolute wilderment, you were easily able to move all the furniture on your own. As if, your wrath was catalysing your actions and pumping colossal strength through you.

"Hey! Baby let me do it. Wow, wait. Why are you moving all the heavy stuff by yourself? Baby!"

His fragile princess no longer needed his help. He had messed up.

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It was 12:30 am.

That's it.

You crave it.

You can't control any more.

You set your phone on the couch, giving an impish glance at your boyfriend, who was washing the dishes after you made the dinner.

A very silent dinner, with just Jungkook cooing and maundering to you.

You craved it so much. It hurt.

You continued to stare at your beloved's buff back.

Did you crave him?

Of course not.

Then why were you keeping a close watch on him?

You crept around like a cat burglar, your footsteps softly padding across the living room. Your eyes transfixed on your boyfriend lest he caught you red handed amidst your burglary.

While Jungkook hummed, playing with soap suds, you tiptoed towards the dining chair. You plucked his cream colored hoodie, and adorned it over your tiny form.

You pulled your arms through the oversized garment and your sweater paws went on to grab onto your phone. As you nestled your hands in the front pocket, a million dollar smile etched on your face. His fur wallet was still there, good.

You lurked around and pulled the hood over your head, ready for your nightly forage. You gave him one last cautious look, and ensuring the field was safe, you went on towards the door to get out.

You had slipped on your Cinnamoroll crocs, and just as you were about to turn the doorknob, you felt a lingering presence behind you. On reflex, you turned around, only to find your boyfriend staring at you with his delectable arms folded over his cushiony chest.

"Sweet corn vanilla ice cream, is it?" was all he said, his ringed lips curled up in a puckish smile, as if he was holding back his chuckle. You were mad at him, yet here you were, secretly going out to eat ice cream, wearing his hoodie, that too at midnight. Just because you were too shy, or more so, childish to ask him.

Whenever you would crave ice cream after dinner, Jungkook would always tag along with you. You would insist that you could go alone, but he would never let you, calling it a date night with his woman.

But in reality, you knew it was an excuse. He actually would never let you out alone after midnight. He was so protective of you. And to be honest, as a woman, even you felt safer with a burly boyfriend as a bodyguard beside you. Especially during hours when the city slept, and the streets were deserted.

He knew you could very well go alone, he trusted you, and was proud of you. But the protective bunny in him would just not rest, more so, how could he let you enjoy ice cream alone? When you had a handsome boyfriend to compliment with the view.

"I am coming along," he declared, slipping on his Dr. Martens.

You voiced your protest, not by words by hollowing your cheeks like your pufferfish avatar, pout big and eyebrows creased.

"Aye, don't be so cute. Come, you ain't going out alone this late, that too, without me." He poked your cheek to pop your sulky balloon, and sneaked his inked hand in your front pocket, holding your hand.

"Good, my baby's prepared with the wallet, now let's go. We can have some warm Bungeo-ppang that you like too." He kissed your cheek and your eyes lit up like Christmas lights, at the mention of your favourite snack.

"Bungeo-ppang?" you cheered out loud, oblivious of resuming your silent torture to him. You were so excited that you skipped out fast with his hand still anchored to yours, dragging him along with you.

"Ah! Bun slow down, you'll trip, baby!"

Guess you weren't mad, just hungry?

Jungkook smiled to himself, admiring your giddy giggles and innocent charm.

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"Mmh, it's so good. It's been ages since I ate this," you mewled in content, chewing the warm, fish shaped richness of the Bungeo-ppgang.

"Baby, we just had this two days ago." Jungkook wiped the red bean paste from your chin, chewing the pastry beside you, while holding your ice cream in his other hand.

You both were now sitting on the swings in a playground nearby. Being midnight, it was all calm and peaceful. You often frequented this spot for your late night walks, wherein, Jungkook would give you a private show of his Jungle gym gymnastics, exuding his brawny core strength.

"You wanna swing baby?" he asked, standing up behind you, giving you a little push from behind.

You wanted to say yes, so you just squealed in joy at the little push, signalling him to go on.

And he understood, like your soulmate he was.

"Yay! Faster Koob! Yippee! I believe I can fly~" you sang in exuberance, your anger melted like ice cream in Jungkook's hands.

"Baby, you'll get dizzy! This pace is good," he called out, giggling with you. As if he was on the swing, not you.

Well technically he had been going back and forth on your mood 'swings' all day, but yeah. That was part of his lovely devotion of loving you.

After a few more wild swings, you held your feet to the ground to stop. Jungkook took the hint and sat on the swing beside you. You both enjoyed the moonlight with the soothing zephyr in silence. The silence was loud, just like the maelstrom of thoughts in both of your hearts.

"Baby-"

"Baby-"

You both spoke at once, jinxing yourselves. A wholesome, hearty laughter, escaping you both.

"You go first bubba," he said.

You nodded your head, gazing at your feet and twiddling with your fingers in his hoodie pocket.

"You know, I had a dream last night," you spoke softly, your head averting to face him.

"And what did my little bug dream of, hmm?" he teased, drawing his swing closer to you.

"I dreamt that you cheated on me," you revealed, frowning, the pout that you had been wearing all day long, now more prominent and meaningful.

"What? Bun! You know I could never-" he got up from his swing and knelt down in front of you, his hands interlacing yours in your lap.

"In a million years, do that to you, baby," he spoke earnestly, kissing your knuckles and rubbing them in assurance.

"Ugh! I know! That's why I am madder! Not at you, but on myself, for feeling this way, Koob! I'm sorry, I have been a bitch to you all day-" he silenced your curse by amalgamating his mellow lips with yours. Their limber texture, making you surrender instantly. He caressed your petals with the delicate dance of his lips, embracing your words and worries. After a brief kiss, he broke away, pecking your nose and booping it with his.

"Shh, it's okay. You wanna talk about it to feel better?" He massaged your cheeks, pinching them.

"Um so, we were actually bunnies in my dream. I was a caramel colored bunny like Mocha, and you were a white bunny, exactly like Cinnamoroll, and yeah I know they are not bunnies, but that's what I saw. We were enjoying our carrots in a field, and then-" You played with his hair in your lap, twirling it to calm your nerves, your motions halting at the cliffhanger.

"And then?" He placed his chin in your lap, giving you bambi eyes in honest anticipation.

"And then, all of a sudden, a black striped, grey cat, with pink bow on her tail, came in purring and lapped up your ears, and-and she-"

"She?"

"She said you were cute, and you blushed! I was right there beside you! And then- she-offered you some hay and took you away from me!" you cried dramatically, hugging and nestling his head tighter to your belly.

"Mmhp-bun I can't breathe-" he spoke, muffled, too suffocated by your possessive embrace.

"Oh sorry!" You pulled away, worried, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

"Wow, and then what happened?" He was seriously invested and curious.

"Then I woke up, I don't remember the dream so vividly, just bits and pieces. But I got scared, what if-" you rambled, your timid eyes, brimming with an unspoken fear.

"Shh. Never. That will never happen. It was a dream, bubba. You've been watching too many Sanrio and cat videos of late, that's why you got this dream. Also those dating shows? They all are messing up with your brain, it's not gonna happen." He sat cross legged in front of you, holding your hands, purging your unnecessary fears.

"Yes, you're right. The other day, too, I got such a weird dream, involving cats and Hello kitty." You shrugged, playing with his hair.

"Yes, we tend to get dreams about random things we don't even focus on during the day. It's totally normal, bubba. Remember? Just before sleep, you showed me a video of a cat lapping up a bunny due to their dominance dynamics?" He jogged up your memory, his brows raising up at the brainwave.

"Oh yes! You're right! And then their parents threw some hay and the rabbit went on to eat it!" You got up, now finding your dream a lot more meaningful and more so, ludicrous.

Well, with Jungkook you never cared about things sounding too childish or dumb. Your relationship dynamic was that of a safety nest, wherein both of you could snuggle all your worries without any judgement. It was very wholesome and pure. Nothings was too dumb or too childish in your love bubble.

"Yes, so this was why you were ignoring me like a bad girl all day huh? Babe. You could have talked to me, I always listen, you know that." Jungkook stood up along with you, draping his arm over your shoulder and nuzzling you in his chest.

"I was just so pissed, Koob. I thought it was all real. You know how bad dreams feel like, they feel real," you squeezed his pecs, and gave him a disciplining pat.

"Well, I am glad you opened up, else I would have been hospitalized by tomorrow, from being unable to kiss you for a whole fvcking day. And not listen to your sweet voice? Instant killer." He kissed you once more, littering your forehead with dozens of kisses.

"Agh Koob, stop being so dramatic!" You pulled away, and cuddled his arm to go home.

"Well speaking of the video, um, bubba you know that I wasn't watching that video today, I don't watch such stuff. I don't know- how that video started playing on the TV-" Jungkook confessed, scratching his neck, scared of reasons unknown to him.

You stared at him, crinkling your nose, pretending to be mad again. Your cheeks expanded and your lips pursed.

But you couldn't help control it anymore, so you broke out in a laughing fit, holding your tummy to contain your guffaw.

"Koobub! You're so adorable, my baby!" You pinched his bread cheeks, while he stood there addled, too confused to speak.

"What?"

"Bubba! It was my phone cast on to the telly! I was watching some workout videos before cleaning!" you chuckled, combing his hair and scratching his nose in commiseration.

"What? So-you were watching those videos? Dayum! And here I was pissing my pants, wondering how that played on the TV. I am an innocent baby, bubba." He pouted and bit his cold lip ring, feeling outfoxed.

"Yeah, innocent. Of course. My Koobie is very 'in-no-cen-t'" you sang, emphasizing on the word innocent. Both of you knew that was far from true.

"Well, now that you had your ice cream, It's time for my ice cream too." He placed his naughty hands below your peaches, and lifted you up bridal style, cradling you like his princess.

"Koobie! Eek!" you gasped, when he suddenly hauled you up in his burly arms, lifting you up like a feather.

"Baby! Stop, people will see!" you scolded him, patting his pecs.

"Let them see, I am just carrying my sweet dessert home," he replied shamelessly, biting his lips, carrying you across the street.

"Dessert? Seriously Koob?" you giggled, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah my ice cream that whips out when I make you scream with S silent-"

"Jungkook!"

"Yes, exactly like that."

Rest assured, after receiving a cold treatment from his beloved, it was time for the man to savour his precious ice cream that he had been thawing all day long, with patience.

"Hmm, you're my favourite flavour, baby!" 

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