Little Flower

42

"You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud." ~ Chase Atlantic [Slow Down]

Two bodies laid pressed together underneath the covers, laying in the warmth of each other as the sun had disappeared from the sky. Taehyung had left a while ago for work, stating he left some money on the downstairs table for dinner, but the couple had barely moved an inch after they woke up from their nap.

Jungkook's eyes stayed on her face as she let her fingers run along his collarbones, sometimes running up to trace his facial features before letting them rain down to his neck again. He knew what she was doing, memorizing him with her touch, and it made his heart ache.

But he couldn't really say much, because he was studying her face too. How she had a little mole on her nose like her brother, and how her eyelashes were long and brushed against her cheekbones in the most delicate flutter. How her lips were more plump and almost always tasted like cherries from her chapstick, and how they spread to this box-like smile that made him swoon.

"I should probably go shower," she whispers, offering a small smile.

Jungkook hums, his arms tightening around her despite her words. She squirmed against his hold and giggled, eventually finding her way out despite Jungkook's protests.

"Hurry back," he pouts, watching her with gentle eyes.

Rosie nods, grabbing her robe on the way to the bathroom. It wasn't until after, of course, she showered that she realized she had nothing other than the robe. No clothes, no undergarments, no nothing. Just her thin, silk robe.

She panicked, pacing around the bathroom several times before braving up enough to peek out the bathroom door. When she saw the ravenette sitting up against her headboard with his gaze on his phone, she sighed in relief, hoping that's where it would stay so she could creep out and grab some clothes.

But as soon as she stepped foot out of the door, Jungkook whipped his head in her direction.

It was like she was frozen, staring at the ravenette with wide eyes as he pushed his tongue through his cheek and smirked. He moved off the bed and approached her with long strides, grabbing the knot of her robe once he was close enough and tugging her into his chest.

"You sneaky, little bunny," he rasps, hands trailing to the back of her robe where they slid down and firmly grabbed her ass.

"Jungkook," she gasps, clutching onto the front of his shirt with her cheeks burning.

"Hm?" he hums, hiking her robe up to slip his hands under, fondling with her ass. "Fuck, you're such a tease."

"I didn't mean to," she protests, pounding a weak fist against his chest as she pouts.

"Mhm," he chuckles, squeezing her cheek. "Look at me."

When her shy eyes flicker up to his, Jungkook leans down and presses his lips against hers, swallowing her whimper of surprise when his hands grab the back of her thighs and hoist her up. Her legs immediately curled around his torso and she giggled breathlessly against his mouth when he walked them to her bed, where she landed against the mattress with a squeal.

Jungkook ripped his shirt over his head before bending down and smashing his lips back onto hers, his hands trailing down to the ties of her robes. He undid them quickly before attaching his lips to her neck, sucking variations of pink to purple marks that would stay for a long time.

"Color?" he breathes against her collarbone.

"Wait," she gulps, squeezing his bicep. "I-I mean, yellow."