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Jungkook's POV

Jimin didn't want to wear his clothes, and insisted on wearing my tight jeans and a shirt instead. But of course, I didn't mind that at all, and when it was time to go I grabbed his hand and led him downstairs.

"Oh, look at how handsome appa looks!" Soyeon said, cupping my cheeks and looking at me. I smiled, pulling my face out of her grip and heading towards the door.

"Are we gonna walk there?"

"I'm driving!" she said, opening the door and letting me and Jimin out.

Jimin was happily bouncing by my side, gripping onto my forearm as I opened the passenger door of the car.

"What kind of food do you like, Jimin?" Soyeon asked, getting in on the driver's side.

I sat down, patting my lap for Jimin, who happily crawled into it. "I'll eat anything Jungkookie eats!"

"Well it's good to know that I have two boys who eat good." she smiled, starting the engine and looking over at us. "It's not safe to sit like that- sit in the back, Jungkook."

Jimin pouted, hugging onto me tightly as she spoke. I just chuckled, ruffling his hair softly as I looked back at Soyeon. "It's not like it's illegal or anything."

She cocked a brow at me, but didn't respond, pulling out of the driveway and starting down the road. Jimin laid his head against my chest, looking out the window for the entire ride.

Suddenly, he tugged on my shirt, pointing his finger out the window.

"Look, that's the clothes that I'm supposed to wear." he whispered, pointing out a linger!e store. I couldn't help but smirk at that, running my fingers up and down his back. Just the thought of Jimin wearing tight fitting th0ngs and bralettes was enough to make me flustered.

"Could we go there sometime?" he asked, looking up at me.

"You can wear whatever you want, Jimin, but if you want to, I'll take you there." I said, running my fingers through his soft blonde hair. He closed his eyes in content, quickly nodding in response as he leaned into my hand.

"I'll look pretty for Jungkook-ah..."

"Oh shush, you're already gorgeous." I said, pulling him higher up on my lap. "I'd love you no matter what you wore."

He didn't respond, but practically purred at my words, rubbing my chest slowly with his hands.

We eventually arrived at the restaurant, and I got out of the car, setting Jimin gently on the ground.

My aunt happily led us inside, and I huffed when I saw how long the line was. There were at least eight families ahead of us!

"Can't we just cut?" I said, ticking my jaw as I crossed my arms, standing at the end of the line.

"Be respectful and wait like everyone else, Jungkook-ah." Soyeon said, getting out her phone. I squinted at her, sticking my tongue out and laughing as she whacked my arm.

"Jungkookie," Jimin said, reaching up and making grabby hands at my face. "Up!"

"What a baby~" I teased, reaching down nonetheless to lift him up into my arms, smiling happily as he wrapped his legs around my waist.

As the minutes ticked by, I found myself getting more and more impatient, tapping my foot against the ground as I tried to patiently wait like everyone else.

"Can't we go somewhere else?" I asked loudly.

"Oh come on, we've already waited this long." Soyeon responded, biting her lip as she looked around. "And it's an expensive restaurant with good food, so it'll be worth it."

"Mmm..." I grumbled, frowning softly as I looked down at Jimin, who was playing with the strings on my hoodie.

He looked up at me once he felt my eyes on him, reaching up to pat my cheeks with his small hands. "My Jungkook is so big and strong~"

I smiled softly, leaning my face into one of his hands instinctively. "And my Jimin is so sweet and adorable~"

He grinned widely, showing his adorable smile before tugging my face down to his, pressing a soft kiss against my lips.

I kissed him back, and of course I didn't give two sh!ts if anyone saw or not.

"Not in public, boys!" Soyeon whispered sharply, nudging my shoulder. I just smiled against Jimin's plump lips, kissing him harder and running my tongue along his bottom lip.

"Don't do what in public~?"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, the lady at the counter spoke up. "Next!"

"A table for three, please-"

"A booth." I cut in, pulling away from the kiss. That way Jimin could sit on my lap and I wouldn't have to worry about balancing on a chair. And, if he decided to get off, he could sit next to me.

"God, look at those two fags..."

I rose a brow at the low voice behind me, completely ignoring the fact that we were supposed to move out of the line and instead setting Jimin down.

"Yeah, it's gross just wa-"

Before they could say another word, I turned around, eyeing the two men before clenching my hand into a fist and punching one right in the nose.

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