You were definitely surprised when Jungkook came back after a tour with tattoos covering his arm. It ran up till his shoulder and you couldn't stop staring at that sight.

He chuckled at your reaction, pulling you into a sweet kiss, sighing against your lips. He missed this feeling, you, and your touch. Before you could inspect each and every detail of it, he mumbles i need a shower and kisses you before rushing inside.

It is then only you remember something a promise he made to you.

So when Jungkook comes out of the shower, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt looking like eye candy, you almost give up the idea of being angry at him. But then you shake your head, no you have to do this!

You cross your arms in front of you and he sits beside you, ready to wrap his arms around you when you place your hands on his chest to stop him.

God, did he bulk up more in the past months?

"What's wrong?" he asks you, furrowing his eyebrows. You pout, making him smile and point at his tattoos. His smile falters, "You don't like them?"

Your heart almost drops at his tone. "Oh no no, I love them," you say and cup his face, "Really,"

His lips tilt up once more and he opens his arms to engulf you in a hug but you stop him again. "I love them but..." you cross your arms once again, "You broke your promise!"

Jungkook blinks in confusion, "What promise?"

You part your lips in disbelief, "Jeon this is not done, how can you forget your promise! That also the one you made on our first month anniversary,"

Jungkook chuckles, scooting closer to you, "Babe, it's been six years since then, what was the promise I made to you?"

You huff, "You had promised that we would get matching tattoos! Together, while holding each other's hands at the corner tattoo shop.. at Kai's, "

He tilts his head, trying to remember the particular memory but earns a smack on his arm, "You don't remember do you?" you squint your eyes at him. He sheepishly smiles, "I do...now,"

"You shall be punished," you say and remove some colour pens from the box kept on the table behind you. When you open one of the pens, he says, "What—"

He stops when you pull his arm towards you, placing the pen in the gaps where his skin was visible. He fake cries when you stick out your tongue and ardently fill in the gaps as if his tattoos are an outline for you to colour.

"I will look like a candy cane, use some other colour too," Jungkook whines. You laugh and take another colour than red and green.

"Why am I getting punished like this..." he mumbles.

"Because you broke your promise," you say.

"But I didn't even remember it,"

"That just gives me more reason to be angry about it,"

He sighs and tries to take one of your colour pens when you pick up the whole box and stand up, clutching it to your chest. "It's not done, I will bring some more colours," you say and start walking towards your room.

As soon as you place the box down on the table, you get lifted up with arms wrapping around your waist. Jungkook ignores your constant kicks to get out of his hold and places you on your dressing table gently.

You automatically smile when he brings his face up to your eye level, looking at you with soft eyes and a bunny smile painting his lips.

"Welcome to Kook's tattoo shop," he places his arms on the table, beside your thighs, "Is there a particular design you would like to get, Ma'am?"

You can see how he is struggling to keep the cheesiness in and laughter out, while you press your own lips to stifle a laugh. You clear your throat, deciding to play along with him, "I would like to get something simple, nothing too eye-catching. .. maybe a small heart or something but the most important thing is," you pause and cup his cheeks, "I want my husband to get the same one,"

Jungkook licks his lips, breaking into a stupid grin. Oh, you always make his heart melt.

"Husband?" your boyfriend tilts his head at you. You nod and cross your arms, giving him a playful glare, "Yes, I am married, so . . " you place a finger on his chest, "Don't you think of flirting with me,"

You are being gross now.

How cute, Jungkook thinks and taps your nose lightly with his finger, "Alright ma'am, a simple, not too eye-catching design same as your husband's and most importantly," he leans closer to you, "no flirting,"

Your breath hitches when his eyes meet you and you can't help but place a small peck on his lips but he leans back, "No flirting," he reminds you, "Don't want your husband punching my beautiful face,"

You scoff and shake your head. He peeks behind you and picks up a dark coloured lipstick, opening it and taking your hand in his. He has a sweet smile on his face as he draws a small heart at the base of your palm.

You furrow your eyebrows trying to understand what he was doing. After he is done, he carefully closes the lipstick and places it back in its place. He better do that to save himself from some bloodshed in the house.

He then looks at you once more before looking down at your hand and then intertwining his hand with it. He presses it firmly and then loosens his hold, "See," he brings your hand up and then shows his palm as well, "Matching tattoos, check,"

The heart he had drawn on your palm got imprinted on his palm as well, not too perfect but enough to call it a heart.

"I like your services, Mr Kook," you smile.

You love him so much, you realise it once again. He's just everything you need, someone who never fails to show you that he loves you. Living with Jungkook is full of surprises and thrills.

"Do visit once again, my sweet lady," he kisses the back of your hand.

When you don't say anything and keep gazing at him with fondness, he chuckles and pecks your lips, "Are you out of character yet? Shall we get some food,"

"Yes," you jump down and start walking out of the door, "But not before going to Kai's for some real shit,"