Mrs. Wang asked if you could come with me to the next session." Jimin was watching him with wide eyes, as if he was afraid he was going to receive a negative answer. Jungkook smiled and began tickling the little feet resting on his lap, causing for giggles to fill the room as his boyfriend squirmed under his gaze.

"When is the appointment? I'll make sure to clear my schedule so I can come."

"It's the day after tomorrow at 10 AM." The younger boy said as if it was a secret and crawled closer to the tattoo artist who immediately welcomed him in his arms. They talked often about how the therapy was going because Jungkook found it essential to know if there was progress or if they were stuck in the same place. "She told me that I have trust issues because I'm not confident."

"Confident?" The man asked and kissed the side of his head before intertwining their fingers.

"Yes – I have low self esteem and because of that I..." He took a few moments to make sure he got the words right. "I find it hard to believe that I'm worthy of your love." Jimin knew that it was the truth but it was the first time he was saying it out loud and he was afraid he was going to be misunderstood. He knew his Daddy loved him endlessly but his brain didn't cease to try to convince him otherwise and the battle was incredibly tiring. "So she told me you have to help me."

"How can I help?" The tone was of a man who was ready to do anything so the brown-haired boy chuckled before hiding his face in the other's chest.

"You have to tell me ten things you like about me." The artist grinned at the request and moved so he could look into cinnamon eyes. It wasn't like Jimin to fish for compliments and he knew it was hard for him to make requests so he was going to make sure that they were on the same page before speaking. His bigger hand was wrapped around short fingers and he pulled the boy until he was resting on his lap to nuzzle their noses together.

"How about we make it ten a day? I don't think I can limit myself to so little." Cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink but he didn't give up, knowing how much his boyfriend loved to be praised.

"If you want to..."

"I really want to, sweets." Jungkook cooed and leaned so his lips could press chastely against plumper ones. "Okay so we'll start with number one." Another kiss. "You have the prettiest smile in the whole wide world." Eyes turned into crescents right after the sentence has been spoken and the tattoo artist grinned widely at the sight of them, his hands going to cup squishy cheeks. "It makes me happy whenever I think about it."

"Really?"

"Really." The elder reassured him as his thumbs caressed soft skin. "Number two would be the fact that you're the kindest person I've ever met. You're always taking care of the people around you and I think that's something I need to learn from you."

Jimin founded it surreal that his boyfriend found some of his character's traits inspiring so he hurried to hide his face by burying it inside a strong chest, unsure how he was going to face the eight things that followed. It was not that he lacked compliments because Jungkook made sure to remind him daily that he was worth all the hardships they were facing as a couple, that he found him beautiful and that he wouldn't have wanted anyone else but he still felt shy. He appreciated that he hasn't been asked to reveal his face because his skin was boiling as the man continued to whisper the sweetest things.

Jungkook loved the way he was tripping over thin air, his sweater paws, his squeaky laughter. He promised he wouldn't leave.

The bashfulness caused for him to slip into little space so when lips searched his he pecked them briefly, making the elder understand there was no wish for more. It was different every time, he sometimes craved intimacy but there were days in which he couldn't stand the idea of going past kisses while feeling so vulnerable.

"Let's feed Boop and give her a bath." The idea made him nod and he climbed off the comfortable body so they could move towards the bedroom where the pet was waiting for them. He found it fascinating to watch the little being as it swam around and spent quite some time reading about how he could improve its life. They bought a blue sparkling toothbrush that Jimin used to clean the hard shell and they were taking turns when it came to the feeding because their schedules were making it difficult for one of them to be linear.

In the evening Jungkook was usually getting his stencils done for the following day and Jimin read or watched something, trying not to disturb his boyfriend. The tattoo artists was working on a huge piece that was going to end on a guy's back and he was focused on doing his best, his eyebrows furrowed as his pencil was moving around the already-decorated paper. He looked cute, the younger decided as he slipped inside an oversized hoodie that didn't belong to him. The item was large on Jungkook so he was swimming in it, enjoying the way it fell around his thighs.

Tea was a must so he made sure Milo was safe before heading towards the kitchen, the thick novel he was currently enjoying joining him. He was feeling little but he wanted to behave until the other was done because he couldn't have finished his tasks while also looking after him.

He made Jungkook's favourite and sweetened it before grabbing the big mug and slowly walking towards the large desk. He was almost there when his feet got caught into his backpack's handle and caused for him to stumble. The man jumped startled as soon as he heard his alarmed gasp and allowed the hot liquid to spill all over the desk and floor, the cup shattering as it fell on the ground.

"Fuck." The artist said and took a step back, doe eyes widened because of the scene. The stencil was irretrievable and as soon as realisation hit Jimin he felt his anxiety going through the roof; there were too many things going on, he had no idea what to do first so he felt his brain freezing as his lungs began forcing the air in and out of them. He has just fucked up Jungkook's drawing – the one he worked on for hours.

"I – I" He couldn't speak and tears filled his eyes as his stare casted downwards at the little puddle that formed. He squatted so he could reach the pieces of the former cup and almost lost his balance as he tried to do so, causing for the other to snap at him.

"What are you doing? Don't touch that." Jungkook sounded mad so he did as he was told, tears finally managing to spill on his cheeks. "I'll grab a towel."

He wondered if his boyfriend wanted to get away because he was too angry with him but the tattoo artist didn't take too much time, wanting to clean the mess as soon as possible. Jimin watched him dumbfounded, not having the courage to say anything as he tried to hide the fact that he was not breathing properly. He was choking on an apology when the man dropped the towel and moved closer to him, making him step back by instinct.

Long fingers grabbed his and he sniffled.

"Did you hurt yourself?" He shook his head, lower lip wobbly and a loud sigh vibrated through the air. He looked ready to burst into sobs anytime but was obviously trying to control himself so the elder rose his arms in order to wrap them around the trembling frame, pulling the boy closer to his chest. "It's okay, Minnie."

"I'm sorry." Jimin winced and gulped, trying to push down the knot that formed inside his throat. "I didn't –" A loud sob wrecked his body and he arched his back as if he was trying to hide himself, unable to hold the tears back anymore. "I didn't me-mean to, Daddy. I'm so s-sorry."

"I know that, kitten." The tattoo artist said, trying to soothe him. "It's okay, I know Baby hasn't done it on purpose. It was an accident, wasn't it?"

"Y-yes."

Jungkook kissed the top of his head before tightening the hug and feeling small hands taking fistfuls of his t-shirt. He had to redo the entire piece and it was going to take him at least three hours for that to happen but he knew it wouldn't have been fair to blame it on his boyfriend. That could have happened to anyone.

"I can try to help." Jimin's voice was small and the tattoo artist smiled at the offer before slowly pulling back so their eyes could meet. He leaned to kiss the tears away.

"Thank you, baby, that's very sweet of you." The boy sniffled and resumed looking at his socks, probably waiting for a punishment to come. "Let's take a small break. What do you want us to do, love?" Jimin shrugged, still distant so the tattoo artist suggested watching "Ponyo" because that movie always put the younger into a good mood.

They moved towards the couch, two cups of hot chocolate (he was sure Jimin would have started crying if he would have seen tea once again that evening) on the coffee table as they played the movie and cuddled. The Dominant could still hear sniffled from time to time and he made himself comfortable so a light brown head could rest against his chest , his hand still meaning to comfort its owner. They were not even twenty minutes into the movie when Jimin began squirming; initially, Jungkook believed he was being uncomfortable but realised what was going on only when a small hand rested on his crotch area and began slowly stroking it.

"What are you doing?" As soon as the question was spoken the hand pulled away as burnt but the brown-haired boy didn't answer. "You know how I feel about you not answering my questions, kitten." He sighed, trying to keep his patience intact.

"I –" An index found its way towards parted lips. "I wanted to make it better."

Jungkook felt guilty because he was beginning to get tired and that meant he had to choose his words carefully.

"You don't need to satisfy me sexually just because you feel guilty."

"I want it too, Daddy." The whisper was low and the artist was afraid it was dishonest so he shook his head and paused the movie.

"We won't." He didn't feel like continuing this charade and he was afraid that things could end badly.

"Daddy, please." Brown eyes were glistening once again.

"No means no, Jimin." He's lost his patience but decided to watch the movie until the end, knowing the silent treatment was something he should never use on his little. The boy was curled on top of him, his cheek squished against his chest as fingers caressed his back. It was the comfiest position for him so as soon as the movie ended he whimpered and wrapped his arms securely around the man's torso. "I need to go back to work, peach."

"I don't want you to." He protested, earning an indulgent smile.

"I know you don't but Daddy really has to, okay?" An indignant pout. "Why don't you come and sit with me?"

Jimin took the invitation and brought his journal to the desk in order to decorate it with simple drawings, his eyes slipping from time to time to the stencil Jungkook started from the scratch. It was fascinating to see him work so at one point he simply gave up on his little project in order to stare, his head resting on his hands. He became drowsy so by midnight the elder realised he has fallen asleep and silently got up in order to gather him in his arms and take him to the bed.

The boy got startled when picked up so Jungkook cooed him.

"Go to sleep, baby." He heard some mumbles but couldn't define them and made sure the boy was covered by a soft blanket and comfortable before heading back to work. The piece has been finished at 4 in the morning so he wanted to completely disappear when his alarm went off at 7, announcing him that he had one hour to get to the parlour.

Jimin was hard against his thigh but he couldn't even think of taking care of that so he hurried towards the shower where he chose to use colder water that could help his sleepiness. He kissed his boyfriend's head before walking out the door and decided to grab a coffee on the way to work. On top of his tiredness, Yoongi was moody and scolded him for being a few minutes late; his first client was already there.

He didn't have time for lunch but he drank another coffee while taking a break from the second appointment. He received a few messages from Jimin who announced him that he was feeling little, sent him selfies and videos of Boop eating a strawberry. They all brought the first genuine smile to his lips and he began counting the minutes until he was supposed to go home. Of course the traffic has been a nightmare and he was absolutely crushed when he entered the apartment. Jimin greeted him with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Dinner is ready." The younger announced and tugged on a hand all the way to the kitchen. Everything looked delicious and Jungkook realised he was probably looking like a zombie because his boyfriend didn't try to make conversation during the meal, allowing him to stuff his face and become sleepier with every second. "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I have a surprise for you." He felt selfish enough to hope it wasn't something that involved too much work because he knew he didn't have the heart to turn his baby down. He's been promised the surprise waited for him inside the bedroom so he headed there, intrigued by the lavender scent that surrounded him as soon as he opened the door. There were a few purple candles lit on the desk and Jimin whispered to him to lie down before grabbing two white packs and sitting beside him. "Tonight we have face masks."

The enthusiasm made him squeak and Jungkook grinned widely. Before they could put them on the boy ran out of the room in order to come back holding a glass of red wine he offered to the tattoo artist.

"What's going on?" He asked amused.

"I'm trying to pamper you." The brown-haired boy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world and ripped open one of the packs in order to place it gently on the elder's face. "You look like Casper the friendly ghost."

"I guess I only haunt the prettiest boys, then."

"Boys?" Jimin pouted and the tattoo artist tried not to smile and ruin the mask. His baby was adorable.

"Boy." He corrected himself and kissed soft lips before sipping on the wine he's been offered. He couldn't have thought of a better way to end the day.

"Turn around, I want to give you a massage." Jungkook had no idea that his boyfriend could give such good massages and found himself groaning at the way his muscles relaxed under his touch. He could fall asleep just like that but tried his best not to until small fingers peeled the mask off and their mouths met softly.

He had no idea how he came to fall asleep, he just felt the glass of wine being taken out of his hand and warmth surrounding him like a blanket. He slept like a log and woke up with his nose pressed against Jimin's neck, the latter gently running his fingers through his hair as he looked outside the window. It was probably going to be a good day.

"Good morning, baby." His voice was hoarse and he groaned before closing his eyes once again.

"Good morning." He had no appointments until noon so he took a few more moments before pulling away to rub his face with both hands before stretching and listening to the sound his spine made as he arched it. He was about to suggest getting out of bed when he felt a hand sneaking towards his groin area. It didn't touch him and he smiled when he realised his baby was waiting for his permission.

"Do you want this, kitten?" Jimin nodded and crossed his own legs to suggest he wasn't the only one with a morning wood. "Is my baby doll needy?"

"I am, Daddy."

"You've taken such a good care of me last night that Daddy's gonna let you call the shots. Do you think you can do that for me, angel?" It was not the type of dynamic the younger was used to – he enjoyed being dominated – but he knew that it was going to earn him praises and he loved those more than anything. He wanted to be a good boy. He gracefully scooted out of his shorts and hooked his fingers inside of Jungkook's pants before sliding them down the thick thighs, his fingers tantalizingly brushing against a semi-hard member. "I need more than these shy touches, Min."

"Wait." The boy whined and moved so he could reach the bottle of lube resting on the night stand. He poured some on his palm to warm it and climbed on the artist's lap, causing for their erections to brush slightly. His intention became clear as soon as a small fist wrapped around the two of them and he moaned, his hips buckling on their own. "Daddy –" His thumb brushed against a sensitive slit and Jungkook groaned, moving so he would rest his back against the many pillows. "Does it feel good?"

"Move your hand, love." He tried to guide him but was told off.

"No, I can do it."

"Good boy." Jungkook leaned to kiss his forehead and then his lips, letting their tongues tangle for a few moments, until the grasp tightened. The pace was slow but he enjoyed it because Jimin's lips were parted and his puffy eyes were closed so he could focus on the pleasure. He was a work of art and the elder was proud to call him his. "Daddy wants to bite your neck, kitten. Is he allowed to?"

He wanted to play by the rules so he was glad that Jimin whispered "okay" and leaned to dig his teeth into the soft skin waiting for him. He knew a little pain was always turning his boyfriend on and he felt more precum slicking them when his tongue began lavishing the barely bruised skin in order to turn it purple. He pinched one pale nipple between his thumb and index and watched as his lover shuddered in pleasure.

"My sweet boy is doing such a good job." He knew words could push the boy over the edge and he wanted to see him becoming desperate. "Maybe I should let you take control more often, hm?"

"No – I need you." Jimin mumbled and grabbed Jungkook's right hand in order to bring it to his mouth and suck on his fingers.

"You need Daddy to tell you what to do." The boy's mouth was warm and his eyes were burning with desire, pupils dilated as his insides were clenching. He was close. "Such a good kitten. I want to cum all over your pretty body, to mark you as mine."

"I'm yours." The brown-haired boy whimpered. "I wanna – wanna be yours." There was a single word he couldn't tell because it was not the place nor the time to bring it up.

"You are." And that was everything he needed to be pushed to the edge. He came all over his own fist and Jungkook's shirt, his hand weakening the hold in order to grasp the elder's erection only as he was coming back from the high. He could tell his boyfriend was close too but waited until the last moment to slide down his body and open his mouth just above the tip.

The image was so sinful that the tattoo artist couldn't hold back and watched as ribbons of semen spurted out of the tip. Some of them entered his mouth but most of them were painting Jimin's cheeks and chin, contrasting the innocence of his honey-coloured eyes. He was looking at him as if he was asking for reassurance that what he did was alright so he grabbed a sticky chin and guided it close enough for their lips too meet, the kiss messy but slow.

"Good boy." He whispered and took his shirt off in order to tenderly wipe the cum off the beautiful features. "You've been perfect, angel."

"Can we cuddle, Daddy?" Jimin was obviously in little space so he kissed the top of his head and encouraged his body to go limp against his. They were in great need of a shower and their stomachs were protesting loudly but there was nothing sweeter than the aftermath of making love.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Hm?" Jimin sighed loudly, his cheek pressed against a warm and naked chest.

"I love you to bits." A lovely giggle reached Jungkook's ears so he smiled and waited for eyes to turn into crescents. "And you're already tiny so..."

"Am not!" It was a futile but cute protest and the pout that formed faded away as its owner pecked a button nose. "I love you too, even when you're mean to me." The tattoo artist couldn't stop the chuckles that threatened to spill from his lips.