Taehyung: I know but look at my tummy *pokes his little tummy and Jungkook followes his moves with adoration in his eyes*
Jungkook: What’s with it? It’s soft and cute and the best pillow in the world…now come here ~
Jungkook puts his head on it and lets Taehyung run his fingers through his hair, playing with the locks. Hearing Taehyung’s gigglings is the best music to his ears and he just hopes the boy will always love himself the way he is~….just like how he does :3
Jeongguk never saw himself as an artist, but he couldn’t deny the desire to replace the perfect masterpiece with his own work of art. He wanted to tear Jimin apart to rebuild him in a new theme, a new concept. He wanted Jimin all for his own.
Park Jimin was a piece of art.
A fucking beautiful piece of art that Jeongguk wanted to spend hours praising.
From the faint blush on his apple cheeks to the plush pink of his plump lips to the small moons that form in his eyes along with his bubblegum smile. Jeongguk wanted to run his hands through his pale orange hair, to feel the soft locks underneath his fingertips while he sings him softly to sleep, wrapped up in each others arms from another challenging day as an idol.
Even with the stress of their monitored world, Jimin was still a masterpiece. Even with the missing abs, he remained cute with his little tummy that spoke volumes about his personal growth. His smiles never changed, the blush never disappeared; the subtle sunshine that seemed to follow him everywhere he goes swallows Jeongguk in warmth that he only ever finds in Jimin. He hoped that sunshine would never go away. Because, God, how he needed that to function.