Jungkook smirks as you walk around your room, dancing happily and walking around in your carefree manner in that night dress he bought you. God he'd wife you up this instant if he could if it wasn't for the fact that you're already his wife. He wants to marry you over and over again.

"Neo geugeo joh-ahae?" [ You like that ? ]

Jungkook asks with his husky voice in Korean, his arms pulling you close on his lap as you walked closer. He knew you loved whenever he spoke in his mother tongue, even if he could speak other languages like Japanese, Chinese.... His lips press against the soft skin of your neck, burying into your scent.