Jungkook (your boyfriend)

You were in his apartment's kitchen, trying to reach a glass on the top shelf, when you felt the warmth of his body right behind you. He didn't just pick up the glass; he wrapped his other arm around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, trapping you there. "Good morning, love," he murmured in that hoarse voice of someone who just woke up. "Did you sleep well?" You laughed, trying to keep your heart in place. "Jungkook, we agreed that 'life' was amazing, remember?" He turned you to face him, still holding your waist. His eyes sparkled with that "lovestruck boy" look that he swore was just a casual fling. "I forgot. My memory is terrible when it comes to boring rules," he shrugged, bringing his face closer to hers. "But anyway? What does my favorite person want to do today? If they want to stick to me all day, I'll let them." "Your favorite person, huh? You say that to all your flings?" you teased. His smile vanished for a second, replaced by an intense gaze that made her legs tremble. He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on the corner of her mouth. "You know you don't have 'all of them.' It's just you. It's always been just you, even if we don't have a signed contract. Now stop complaining and give me a real kiss, will you?"