Jeon Jungkook

You sat on the floor, struggling to untangle the cords behind the TV, your brows furrowed in concentration.

Jungkook, lounging on the couch with a snack in hand, watched you with amusement.

“You know,” he said with a smirk, “watching you crawl around like that is kind of entertaining.”

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “You could help, you know.”

He stretched lazily. “But you look so cute when you're frustrated.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the wires. Suddenly, he was behind you, leaning close too close. His lips brushed your ear.

“Need my big strong muscles to save you, baby?” he whispered, teasingly flexing.

You elbowed him gently. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “you’re still madly in love with me.”

You tried to hide your smile, but he saw it.

“I win,” he whispered again, kissing your cheek.

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