"Here," you insist, watching as Jimin grips the paintbrush in an odd way. Leaning over, you rest your hand on top of his and adjust his fingers to hold the brush better. "You're holding a brush, not your cock, Jimin." You tease, pulling away before staring down at the tarp beneath both of you.

Jimin smirks at your words before shrugging his shoulders.

"I guess the view from your window isn't as good as we thought, because I definitely don't hold my cock like that, sweetheart." You roll your eyes and nudge him playfully before staring down at the canvas.

"So, what kind of painting were you thinking of?" You inquire. Jimin shrugs his shoulders and then looks up at you.

"I want something spontaneous." He says eagerly.

"Okay, in that case, maybe we should-" You state before widening your eyes as Jimin already starts painting without you. He starts drawing random lines along with splotches of paint on the tarp. You merely blink before Jimin innocently looks up at you.

"Oh... right... you're supposed to be teaching me." He lets out a nervous laugh before you smile softly. A loud laugh erupts from your chest as you feel your body finally releasing all of the negative emotions from earlier. Jimin tilts his head, confused as to why this was what made you laugh. A small smile still forms on his face as he watches your laughter, regardless of his confusion. He decides not to question it and begins to smile to himself as you lean down, doing the same actions as him, dragging the paintbrush bristles along the tarp.

"Actually... sometimes it's more fun to paint this way." You state before eagerly picking up a mixing bowl and mixing some white paint with a soft hint of pink, making a soft baby pink color. You start to paint small designs and patterns along the tarp while Jimin works on his side of the tarp. Jimin starts to arch his body down, trying his best to make the design as cute as yours is. He keeps glancing over at your side of the tarp, furrowing his eyebrows as he attempts to copy some of the small images you're painting.

A soft huff escapes his lips as he sits up straight, staring down at his work, shaking his head. Hearing the huff, you look up at the man and notice his lower lip curling out into a pout. You slowly sit up straight and stare up at him while you tilt your head to the side.

"What's wrong?" you ask, watching as Jimin shakes his head before tapping the wooden end of the paintbrush on his chin.

"My side isn't as cute as yours." He pouts, jutting out his plump lower lip further. You arch an eyebrow before scooting closer to him, resting one hand on the back of his neck. Your other hand drops the paintbrush in your hand onto the tarp and you lean forward, crashing your lips against his. Jimin's taken by surprise as you do so, causing his eyes to widen for a moment before he eagerly allows his lips to press tenderly against yours.

Pulling away from the kiss, you smile up at the man.

"You dance, so you know how to express your emotions with your body. Use your wrist and put the paintbrush on the tarp. Move your wrist and use it to express how that kiss made you feel." You state before leaning back down, allowing your paintbrush to make random swirls and twists as you close your eyes, imagining the feeling of Jimin's lips on yours while you do so. "Like this. I'm thinking of our kiss right now." You state, causing a small smile to form on Jimin's face. He stares at your hand that begins making loops around the page. One of your loops forms the shape of a heart, causing Jimin's smile to widen further.

Taking your advice, he closes his eyes, placing the brush on the tarp before he begins to start expressing his emotions with his wrist. He's using a blue paint, starting to draw little lines and waves across the tarp. You open your eyes to peek at Jimin's drawing. His eyes are now open and he's painting stick figures holding hands at one of the corners of the tarp. You softly smile before turning to your side of the tarp again.

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You wipe the sweat from your forehead and let out a soft breath of relief as you set the paintbrush down. Jimin smiles widely as he stares down at the work you two created. It looks like a finger-paint project that a child would give to their parents. You're not used to this kind of painting but seeing the excitement on Jimin's face makes you smile regardless. To Jimin, this tarp was now something he would keep in his room for as long as you'd let him.

"I'm so hungry." You mumble to yourself. Jimin's head perks up and he immediately smiles.

"Want me to cook you something?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows. You look over at Jimin and softly grin.

I don't think I've ever seen Jimin cook during my entire time of staring at him...

"You can cook?" Jimin looks a little offended as he looks over at you once you finish asking that question. His lips pout out as he speaks in a whiny voice, causing you to stifle a laugh.

"Of course, I can cook. What do you think? I eat fast food every night for dinner?" he asks, his voice growing a little higher as he speaks. You press your lips together to hold in a laugh, not wanting to hurt Jimin's ego.

"Maybe you were right... the view from my window must not be as good as we thought." You state with a small laugh, causing Jimin to shake his head at your response. He stands up from the floor and holds his hand out to you, lifting you from the floor. You gasp as he immediately begins to dance with you, doing a bad version of the tango as he struts, holding your right arm out with his arm holding it, starting to waltz towards the couch. He pulls your body towards his, his lips directly in front of yours.

"Well, we should fix that view then." He teases before dipping you, causing your hair to brush against the floor. He then twirls you and makes you land on the couch, your body slightly bouncing as you sit on the couch. "But first, food." He winks before stepping away from the couch. He makes his way into the kitchen, ignoring your protests to just order a pizza.

"But Jimin, I'd much prefer just ordering a pizza." You whine, causing Jimin to laugh. He immediately looks back at you, arching an eyebrow.

"Why? Think my cooking tastes bad?" he asks before turning around to examine your pantry, fridge and freezer for food.

"No, I just don't-" you watch Jimin searching your pantry and his eyes widen.

"Don't have any food to cook." He states before turning to face you. He closes the fridge and tilts his head to the side. "Baby bear, how come you don't have food?" he inquires, staring over at you. You scratch the back of your neck and begin to shrug a little.

"Just... haven't had time to go grocery shopping." He shakes his head and silently scolds you for a moment. He walks over to the front door while your eyes follow his body. He looks back at you, eyebrows lifted. "What?" you question while he stares at you. He points at the door before unlocking the door.

"Let's go grocery shopping, you can't have an empty fridge." You smile softly before getting up and walking towards the front door with him.

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You scan the aisles as Jimin pushes the cart for you. Eyes examining the junk food, you ogle at the food. Jimin halts to a stop and begins to go on his phone, allowing you to find the food you want to eat.

Upon seeing you standing in a spot and not moving, he looks up at your back and stares at you drooling over the junk food. He softly smiles to himself before tucking his phone into his pocket. Walking to where you're standing, he places a hand on your waist softly, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Your eyes leave the chips and you turn your head to face Jimin. He's giving you a childish-like smile. He leans forward and places a soft peck onto your lips for a moment before both arms wrap around your waist. Upon feeling his embrace, you lean your body back against his and look back at the chips. He removes one arm from around your waist and moves forward, grabbing the chips he picked out for you during the night of your party. Letting out a soft laugh, you lean your head back on Jimin's shoulder once more as he lifts you with his one arm, your feet dangling. The bottom of your shoes brush against the floor as he carries you. He moves you away from the chips as another customer walks past you two to grab a bag of chips. The customer lets out a soft laugh before shaking his head and walking back to his shopping cart.

"You can put me down now." You state as Jimin carries you. He hides his face in your hair and immediately shakes his head. You can hear him taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he lets out a soft sigh.

"I don't want to." He quietly replies while staring up at you. You can feel his smile against the side of your neck as he places a soft kiss on your neck. You allow the man to hold you in his arms, your feet still dangling until his arms grow tired and he places your feet onto the floor.

Upon leaving the grocery store, Jimin starts loading your groceries into his car while you help. He glances back at you while you help then gently rests his hand on your lower back. Pausing your movements, you look up at him and place the final bag of groceries into his car.

"What?" you ask. It's now dark out and Jimin merely stares at you, not bothering to say anything in response. He takes your hand and leads you to the passenger car door, opening it for you. You follow his movements and sit in the passenger's seat before buckling your seatbelt as Jimin steps into the car. He begins driving and you stare out the window. You're resting your head on your hand as you let your eyes slowly close.

Upon waking up, Jimin starts helping you unload your groceries and put them into the fridge. You yawn once more and Jimin glances back at you with a soft smile.

"Baby, you look tired." You softly nod your head before he glances at the clock nearby. "I can start cooking while you take a nap. It was a long day for you." He states before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. You stare up at the man and tilt your head to the side.

"Are you sure?" you question. He nods his head before smiling and turning around to take out some of the fresh ingredients you just bought. Too tired to second guess his decision, you plop onto your couch, curling up in a ball on your side as you start to drift off into a nap.

***Hi everyone!

For those of you who don't follow me, I announced something that ended up happening last week. One of my family members ended up passing away and I just thought I'd let all of you know in case my updates aren't as on schedule and in case I start acting a little differently.

I've been okay and I'm in the process of mourning. For me, it goes on and off. I'll have moments where I forget about it and I'm okay and some where it hits me that they're gone.

But moving on, I'd like to mention that I also started writing the bonus chapter for this story last week too and I think all of you will love it.

Also, AGUST D-2 is out and it couldn't have been released at a better time. I've been listening to it like crazy. My favorite songs are Daechwita, strange, burn it, people and dear my friend. What are your favorites?

I hope all of you are doing well. Stay safe, stay healthy, don't forget to do something that makes you smile today. Also, hug your family members.

I love all of you and am so grateful for all of the support you've all been giving this story (even the silent readers). Words can never describe my gratitude for you all.

Kim ❤️