Jungkook tried his best to be quiet as he put the key in the lock. Jimin didn't call out for him as the door opened and neither did he run out to greet the taller like usual.
So, Jungkook quickly praised his ninja skills then quietly made his way to the kitchen. Jimin wasn't there, which prompted him to move towards their bedroom.
Our bedroom, Jungkook thought. He still liked the fresh ring to it even though they bought their apartment two years ago and it wasn't anything new to him.
The door was open, thankfully, and Jimin stood at the foot of their bed, folding clothes from a basket.
The older was dressed in a dark blue sweater, light blue underwear and black thigh high stockings.
Jungkook was used to the sight of this, as Jimin liked to dress this way when he wasn't teaching yoga classes, but he could still never get over how beautiful Jimin looked no matter what. Color or style didn't matter. Whatever Jimin wanted to put on, he was stunning in it.
After some much-deserved, silent ogling Jungkook moved to stand behind the older, arms snaking around Jimin's waist.
The smaller turned his head and smiled, meeting Jungkook's lips in a quick kiss, "Hey baby."
"You look beautiful," Jung mumbled, pressing a kiss to the other's cheek, "How was class today?"
"Fun as always. Lots of women hitting on me. Lots of guys jealous of me."
"Probably 'cause all those guys don't have your ass," Kook laughed, his eyes falling closed as he took in the fresh scent of Jimin's cologne.
"Probably," Jimin nodded with a laugh, his fingers playing with the shirt in his hands, "What about you? Bang PD-nim like your new song?"
"He liked most of it," Kook nodded, "He thought the end of it was a little clunky, too. Too heavy for what it's supposed to be. So he's letting me and Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung work on it together this week."
"That's great," Jimin dropped the shirt back in the basket and turned around in the taller's grasp. He placed his hands on Jung's cheeks and gave him a small kiss, "I'll make you dinner tonight to celebrate, okay?"
"Thank you," Jungkook let his bottom lip poke out and Jimin tapped it with his index finger.
"You just finish the laundry," the older slipped away, skipping, as he got out of the most boring job.
"Babe, you know I hate doing this," Kook whined, yet still got to work.
"You know I don't like it either."
"Yeah," Jung sighed, dropping Jimin's favorite yoga pants into the right pile.
"There's another load in the dryer!" The older called from the kitchen.
Kook dropped his head back and let out a groan, pulling a laugh from his boyfriend. So he smiled to himself and continued folding. After a little bit, it dawned on him that Jimin was making him dinner, which was something he'd gladly do laundry for. That made his spirits a bit more cheerful.
Their computer made a noise across the room and Kook glanced at it, Jimin's website pulled up and a few comments coming through.
He moved over and read them, chuckling at one that said something about being jealous of Jungkook.
As of sixteen months ago, Jungkook had joined Jimin in creating content for his website. They had a whole separate room under lock and key- the room they called The Studio- where they filmed videos and took pictures.
For Jimin, it was about keeping something that comforted him. For Jungkook, it was about showing everyone who Jimin belonged to.
They both were fine with it.
"Babe, everyone likes your solo pic!"
"Yay! I knew that jacket would come in handy!"
Jungkook rolled his eyes and went back to the laundry.
"We should check our cuddle picture later!" Jimin suggested, "I forgot to see if anyone liked it!"
"After dinner."
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Jungkook sat down at the computer first, which warranted Jimin sitting in his lap, and they went to the photo they posted last week.
The two of them were sat in their second bed- the one in The Studio- and Jungkook was behind the smaller male with Jimin between his legs.
Jungkook wasn't showing his face, but his arms were wrapped around Jimin in a way that really portrayed his protectiveness towards his boyfriend.
Jimin was staring straight at the to camera, hair messy, lips parted and swollen and Jungkook's large dress shirt hanging off his shoulder. He had boxers on, in contrast to Jungkook's jeans, and socks that bunched around his ankles.
"I look so tiny in this one," Jimin leaned forward and shivered when Jungkook's hands rested on his hips.
"You look hot."
"Shush, I'm critiquing," Jimin pouted, staring at the picture for a little longer, "Your muscles look really good. And my hair looks nice like that."
"You always look nice," Kook pulled Jimin's back to his chest and then grabbed the mouse to navigate to their comment section.
"Four hundred likes," Kook pat the older's stomach, "Lots of horny comments, seems like...everyone liked it."
"Yeah," Ji yawned, "That's good. I like pictures like these. They're cute and meaningful."
Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin's arm, then put the computer into sleep mode.
Jimin stood and quickly got into bed where he crawled under the covers and curled into a ball.
Jungkook turned out the lights and joined him, laying on his side where he contemplated cuddling. It was hotter tonight, as summer was approaching, and Jimin was wearing a sweater, but it was thin.
"Snuggles, Kookie," Jimin pouted, moving closer to his boyfriend.
After a couple seconds, Jungkook gave up resisting and put his arm tightly around Ji's waist, "Night."
"Good night. Love you."
"Love you too," Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin's shoulder and then let himself relax. He'd got in all the kisses he wanted and finally felt finished with his day.