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Jungkook is a very tough guy. Can he do hundreds of push-ups, burpees? He can do it like he eats it for breakfast. Bench press? Nailed it like a well seasoned gym trainer. Basically Jungkook rarely worn out. He also can do so many sports. From swimming to boxing, a glance of him splashing in the water or throwing some punches, you would say he is an athlete.
But there’s one thing that can crumble the tough jeon jungkook. You, his beloved wife.
“Baby can we please move on now?” Jungkook huffed while both his arms are heavily occupied with paper bags full of groceries and other necessities.
You, on the other hand is checking a shelf at the furniture section. “This would be great for your figurines and my books don’t you think?” Ignoring his whine, you proceed on checking the wooden shelf.
“Babe! Let’s go now, please” Jungkook whines a bit louder now making you turned to face his pouty and blushing flushed face. Cute. He was the one who insisted on carrying everything. Saying your hands are too small and weak.
“Let me carry one, then. You’re too stubborn sometimes Jungkook.” You stretch out your hand to grab the grocery bag before he nudged you with his elbow, grunting. “I can carry them. I’m not tired. I’m just-just..” he swayed his feet a little like a sulking child, not looking at you. “Just what?” you poked his waist causing him to yelp and giggle.
“Just missed you. Kiss me” he pouted his lips and leaned as close to you as he can. He is way taller than you and it is always a struggle, straining your neck if you wanna give him a kiss. And now it’s even difficult seeing him heavy with groceries so you just settle with wherever your lips can land on. His neck.
“Not there! Up here, little person” he knows very well you can’t reached him and he loves teasing you out of it. You gave him a glare and you walked out to the parking lot, leaving him behind. Flustered, he rushed next to you and started cooing. “Awww my baby is so cute when she’s mad,”
“Jungkook, stop. Or I’m not opening the trunk for you,” half serious, you smirked seeing him at the disadvantage. Tempted to see how far can he go, you leaned on the side of the car. Waiting for him to beg. But boy does Jungkook ever backs down from a challenge?
You wanna wipe the shit eating grin on his face. He put all of the stuff he’s carrying on the top of the car. “Oh but why baby, when we can go home like this. But don’t blame me if your favorite cookies are scattered along the road to our home”
Silent for a few seconds-
“I hate you” you purposely bumped his shoulder and walked to the trunk to open it for your dearest, cheeky husband. “Put them now, I am famished. I might eat you”
“Whoa slow down there missy, kinky but slow down, we’re still recovering from last night” Jungkook raised both of his hands in a defensive manner.
“You are so annoying, why did I said yes to marrying you?” You scoffed and settle into the passenger seat.
“Because I am the bestest boy ever and you can’t move on since they day I said hello to you” Jungkook leaned on your side to help you with your seatbelt like he always does though you’re perfectly capable of doing it on your own.
“There, there, they’re secured and safe now” he patted your breasts and send you a mischievous wink. You swatted his hand while murmuring pervert under your breath.
The ride was filled with your husband humming to songs from the radio, some parts he makes instrumentals sounds which looks so endearing yet so loud at the same time.
“I’m hungry can we please get something” you whined while tugging his sleeves when the car stopped at the red light.
Jungkook gasps “We just ate before we went ou-,” his eyes were still on the road but noticing your piercing gaze from the corner of his eye he immediately adds “anything for the lady”
“I don’t wanna dine in, a take out please”
“Yes! Princess!” he shouted, mocking you for giving him so many orders. You pinch his arm that caused him to yelp in pain.
“I’m only doing it because you’re cute” Jungkook hissed while rubbing the pain away.
He makes a turn to your favorite Thai restaurant while you listing out all the food you want to eat. “I do want the cilantro by the way, you don’t need to tell them to take it out. Last time the tom yum goong tasted so bland because someone requested no cilantro,” Jungkook’s eyes wandered wildly out of the window, ignoring your rant because it was him who hates the cilantro. “But babe they tasted like soap, yuck,”
“Then order your own food, you always eat mine”
“Because yours always taste the best, plus, it’s not like you can manage to finish the whole meal anyway”
“Brat.” you crossed your arms over your chest.
“No, you’re the spoiled brat, princess” Jungkook nudges his head on your temple before he left a sloppy kiss there. “wait in the car, lock it, i’ll be quick”
You dug out your phone from the pocket of your sweatpants and lazily scrolling through social media. No news, no texts, no work email. Weekend is always a bliss. It has been raining all day since morning, all you wanted to do was snuggling with Jungkook under the blanket while watching Grey’s Anatomy.
But empty refrigerator just keep bugging your mind, thinking about tomorrow’s breakfast would just be a dry toast with no butter because you ran out of it. That’s when you managed to drag Jungkook to go grocery shopping with you on this late evening.
A soft tap on the car’s window startled you from your thoughts, indicating that Jungkook is here with the food, because he can’t open the car door. You leaned across the console to unlock and help opening the door for him. “There you are, my favorite” you awed in a high pitched voice, Jungkook scoffed with a puffed chest at your words.
“You miss me already, baby?” Jungkook got into the car with his hair a bit damp from the drizzle rain. Your husband is working so hard today.
“No, I’m talking about the food” you cheekily replied to him and it makes him turned his head in disbelief.
“You’re so lucky I’m your husband”
“Yes, yes I am, Mister”
Jungkook's eyes are back on the road, a wide grin on his face with a bit of a wet feelings on the cheek from your kiss.