Jungkook sat behind him on the bed, long legs spread out so Niko could sit between them, back pressed to his chest. The room was dim except for the soft lamp on the nightstand and the laptop screen glowing with unfinished lyrics. Niko’s notebook was open on his thigh, pen tapping, tapping… tapping. He looked exhausted—he’d been at this song for hours.

Jungkook tried to behave at first. He really did.

But then his brain, warm and lazy from being close to him, started slipping.

He rested his chin on Niko’s shoulder, humming a soft melody against his skin. His hands traced slow shapes on Niko’s waist, fingertips beneath the hem of his shirt. He didn’t mean to distract him. Or… maybe he did.

His voice, deep and gentle, vibrated through Niko’s back as he murmured, "Baby… stop thinking so hard. It’s gonna make smoke come out of your ears."

No reaction.

So Jungkook tightened his arms around Niko’s torso, squeezing him into his chest like a plush toy. "Come on… you’ve been staring at that one line for twenty minutes."

Still nothing. Niko just kept writing, jaw tense.

Jungkook bit back a pout. He needed attention. His boyfriend was right here and he felt like he was being ignored in his own bed. So he leaned forward and pressed soft, distracting kisses along Niko’s neck, slow and fluttery, all the way to his jaw.

He whispered against his skin, voice low, "Niko… play with me for a little. You’re gonna go blind staring at lyrics."

Another minute passed. Niko kept writing.

Jungkook’s pout deepened. His brows drew together, the needy kind that always made Niko give in. He hooked his chin over Niko’s shoulder again, purposely nudging him, gently rocking him side to side.

"Niko… look at me," he whined softly, the sulkiest version of himself.

Still ignored. Still writing.

And that’s when Jungkook upped the difficulty.

He slid one hand under Niko’s shirt and let his palm rest on his stomach, warm and wide. His other hand grabbed Niko’s notebook, lifting it just out of reach. "Hey—nope. You’re gonna take a break. You’re literally buzzing with stress."

Niko’s frustration finally showed. A small glare. A sharp inhale.

Jungkook froze for half a second—then smirked, smug. Mission accomplished.

He let out a guilty little laugh, leaning his forehead into Niko’s shoulder. "Okay, okay. I admit it. I was trying to get on your nerves."

He pressed one more kiss to his neck, softer this time, sincere. "You’ve been working all day. Let me have you for five minutes, yeah?"

His voice dropped to something warm, coaxing, and affectionate. "I missed you."