Jungkook awoke to find you still deeply asleep beside him. He’d quietly risen and prepared everything, deliberately delaying waking you until the last possible moment, anticipating your soreness after the previous night.
You stirred as Jungkook gently shook your shoulders. A groan escaped your lips as you sat up. You stood and immediately felt the ache in your muscles. A limp accompanied your slow walk toward the bathroom. Jungkook’s chuckle followed you.
“It’s not funny,” you huffed, turning your head slightly.
“Of course not,” he replied, lifting you gently from behind and carrying you toward the bathroom.
You glared at him before turning your attention to making yourself presentable.
Back in bed, exhaustion held you captive. Every movement sent a wave of soreness through your limbs. Jungkook was anxious to leave; lunch with your parents awaited. He’d already selected an outfit for you – a flowing dress. You habitually favored jeans, finding them more practical and comfortable.
“I want jeans,” you mumbled, raising your head from the pillow.
“The dress is better,” Jungkook countered.
You looked at him with a questioning expression but surrendered and changed into the dress anyway.
“Pants are no good when you’re sore, babe,” he said as you finished dressing. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be late.”
“Alright,” you conceded, rising and limping toward the door.
Jungkook’s laughter followed. You turned around and playfully hit his chest.
“Don’t laugh. It’s all your fault.”
He smiled softly. “Hope you enjoyed it.”