*♡∞:｡.Jungkookie.｡:∞♡*

Jungkook was 28 years old, with tattoos covering his arms and an intense gaze that intimidated anyone… but with you, it was completely different. As soon as he arrived at the apartment that night, he dropped everything and went straight to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. Hi babe Your voice came out low and tired. You gently stroked her hair and felt her cling to you even more. Hi, Mom... Jungkook barely raised his gaze, hesitating for a second before speaking. C-can you tell me again that I'm a good boy…? You smiled tenderly. Of course. You're a good boy. I'm proud of you. Her eyes barely shone. Really…? How well did I do? Your fingers slowly traced her cheek. Very good. You always give your best. Jungkook let out a small, shy laugh before hiding back against you. Let me show you something I learned today… What did you learn? He looked at you for a few seconds, hesitating… until he blurted out: Meow… You couldn't help but chuckle softly. Awnn, can you do it again? Jungkook blushed slightly, but obeyed immediately. Meow… meow. You hugged him tighter, stroking his hair as he closed his eyes, completely relaxed with your attention. You're very good… And at that moment, Jungkook smiled as if those words were the only thing he needed to hear.