Sighing madly, you looked at one of Jungkook's paintings ruined with red paint here and there on the canvas.

Poking your tongue on your inner cheek, you looked around your husband's art room in the newly bought mansion (still in LA).

"Jeon freaking Jungkook," you muttered. "Why doesn't he remember to lock the art room when he goes out?" You said under your breath once again before walking out to the kitchen. Not before locking the door to the art room. The keyless door lock actually.

Nothing much. You just call him by his name since your wedding, more like the wedding night where he made you call him by his name too.

And the wedding was six years ago, with all his hyungs and their families taking part.

You can't believe that eight years have passed since you lost your first kiss to Jungkook.

And y'all would've guessed something.

"Jeongsan!" You called and then heard sounds coming from near the swimming pool and walked there while Jungkook just entered the living room.

Seeing Jungkook, Jeonsan who was hiding behind one of the lounging chairs by the pool, ran to him.

Hugging Jungkook's legs, "Appa," the five year old boy said as he pouted.

"Aigoo, is my little boy sad?" Jungkook asked as he lifted up the five year old in his arms.

"I spilled the paint on your painting," Jeongsan said.

"That's okay, Sannie. A painting's supposed to have paint on it," Jungkook said as he ruffled your son's hair.

"Maybe we can add more paint tomorrow, okay?" He asked and Jeongsan nodded with a wide grin before getting down from Jungkook's arms and running inside the house.

You gave a not so impressed look to your husband and he pouted his bunny pout too.

"Jagi, he's just a kid," he said before pulling you closer to him.

"Yeah. A kid getting spoiled by his father," you said and rolled your eyes.

Time skip to night~

Patting Jeongsan to sleep, you kissed his forehead before turning off the lights and leaving his room.

On reaching your and Jungkook's bedroom, you got in and closed the door behind you, locking it.

And only then, you noticed that Jungkook was lying on the bed. No, scratch that. You noticed that Jungkook was lying on the bed, shirtless.

'His abs though.'

You were mentally ruining the soul out of his body while literally staring at his abs, well built chest, strong arms, his tattoos.

And the fact that he was wearing only his boxers right now was not helping at all. He was practically naked on the bed, like a whole snack waiting to get eaten by you.

You just wanted to- No, you needed to go and cuff his hands to the headboard right now and punish him until he can't feel his legs as you-

"Why don't you just do it instead of thinking?" You heard Jungkook ask and raised your head up to meet with his stare.

"You're so madly in love with me that you can read my mind," you said before walking forward, taking off your night gown in a really slow manner, teasing and torturing every inch of your husband's body and soul.

Dropping the gown on the floor, leaving you only in your black undergarments, you climbed on the bed, crawling towards Jungkook as you laid on top of him.

"I'm also madly in bed with you, Mrs.Jeon," he said, giving you a small wink as you pecked his lips before dropping on the bed beside him.

"Likewise," you said. "You know, I won that award on wattpad. And aish, I'm famous now," you stated and Jungkook kissed your temple before staring at the ceiling along with you. And he was happy for you.

A few minutes passed as you started speaking again.

"After a few decades, I'm going to tell our daughter about this," you started.

"What about this?" Jungkook asked as he turned his head to the side to look at you.

"Listen, my daughter. I was famous," you said and your husband blinked his eyes.

"But Jeon Hyerin, we only have a son. We don't-" Jungkook halted on his words and you chuckled before moving and laying on top of him again.

"Really?" He asked and you nodded your head with a smile.

"Oh sh*t- Damn, I shouldn't curse. S-She might hear it- And- I- How- Frog!" Jungkook said frantically.

"I love you!" He said, pulling you into a tight yet gentle hug, careful not to hurt you or your baby.

"I love you too, coconut bunny," you said and added a kiss on his cheek. "And happy birthday, hubby," you said, placing another kiss on the tip of nose.

"When did you find out?" Jungkook asked, his face beyond happy at the moment.

"Last week," you said. "I wanted it to be a surprise for your birthday. And it's the eighteenth week," you added.

"Gawd, this is too much happiness for me to handle," Jungkook said, eyes misty as he captured your lips with his the very next moment.

There might be a lot of difference in your and his age. But who cares?

Age is just a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

All that matters is that we truly love and respect someone. Why care what other people think about it?

Neither life nor love is about your age. Life is about living. So when your birthday comes, be thankful for the year that has just passed and anticipate with a happy heart what the coming year will bring.

And love is not about age, not about distance, not about communicating with each other every day. Love's about trust and loyalty. Relationships are about the real connection between people, not numbers.

No one is too young for love. Because love doesn't come from the mind that knows age, but the heart which knows no age.

Love has no eyes. Love has no age. Love has no culture, religion, or disability. Love has no gender or race.

All it takes is crazy individuals to make it happen.

A/n

I literally have no idea of what I did with this book. It was cringey, aimless, and IDK what to say. And I believe that it was off the track. I'm really sorry for all of these. Still, thank you for reading this book, and voting on it, especially @imdrunksuga who has supported me in all of my works. Kamsahamnida and borahae<3