Epilogue: Bonus (09)

                                    

                                          
The Lakehouse
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"Am I making your heart flutter again, Mrs. Jeon?"
Jungkook smirks as he asks, his body turning towards you when he reaches the stoplight. 
Seated on the driver's seat with his one hand on the wheel and the other one on yours, you shyly smile, knowing you've been caught, even if you weren't really hiding your obvious attraction for your husband on this specific day. 
He's got the short sleeves of his plain white shirt rolled up, his arm tattoos looking bright under the summer sun. His hair is curlier than usual as it's grown longer, and paired with the denim jeans that you asked him to wear, he's an absolute stunner. 
"You know the answer to that, hun," you giggle, briefly looking away before he tugs your hand to look at him again.
"I wanna hear you say it, baby," he urges, his eyebrows wiggling now. 
You know that he'll take any chance he has to hear you confirm that you're ogling him, and well, you've told yourself that you'll do that every few times just to see him be a giggly mess. 
"You are, Kook," you concede. "My heart's non-threateningly leaping out of my chest right now. You're so handsome and you're so happy; it's my favorite version of you."
"Ah, I thought post-shower Jungkook is your favorite," he teases. "But you also said that about post-sex Jungkook, and post-gym Jungkook, and Jungkook with his glasses on, and—"
"Oh stop it," you laugh, getting flustered at him pointing out just how weak you are for him. He's not wrong, though. "They're all my favorites."
"You can't have more than one favorite though," he playfully rolls his eyes. 
"So then what's your favorite version of me?" You ask, challenging him.
"The present one," he winks. "Today's you is my favorite as of today; yesterday's you was my favorite as of yesterday, and then the day before that was... you get my drift. Each one has been my favorite and it changes everyday."
"You're a cheater," you shake your head. 
"I am a lover, babe. I love every version of you."
You cover your face as you feel embarrassed for you and him, and you're glad you're the only two people who are witnessing your husband be incredibly cheesy, which happens every once in a while. You know he does it to make you laugh but you also know there's truth to the things he says, no matter how cringey they could be sometimes. He loves you that way, and you like that he does.
"Do you love the version that upsets you, too? And that cries and gets sad when you're away?" You wonder out loud, knowing that any reference to your recent fight and its aftermath doesn't hurt you both as much as it used to. 
It was two weeks ago when he took the 4-hour drive from Busan to Seoul to be with you, and you've both been more comfortable talking about the things that hurt since then. It's how you managed to get back to how things were, playfulness included. 
"Of course, babe," he says, more serious and softer now. "I love you even when I'm angry. And even if it's hard to see you cry, I love it when I get to hold you again. And then, you know, we have sex and then you talk dirty to me."
"Kook!" You squeal, feeling your cheeks warm at the reminder. 
You're rarely ever vulgar during sex, letting Jungkook take the reins in all ways including vocally, but that night, you felt so much desire that you just wanted to push him a little, perhaps make him feel how he makes you feel, and your words did what you wanted them to. He came so hard and you basked in the joy that you could do that to him. Thinking about it now makes you shiver, and you truly can't wait for the long weekend you've been afforded to go out of town and be together, knowing what you'll be doing most of the time.