My Little Assistant [kv]❤💜

Chapter ❤️66❤️

Author's POV 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT THE FLOWER?!” Seokjin’s shriek practically shattered glass as he flapped his arms at Namjoon like an angry swan. “HOW am I supposed to walk down the aisle to marry your clumsy, destructive ass?!"

Namjoon winced, scratching the back of his neck. “The littles……”

“Continue, continue,” Yoongi snorted from the corner, biting into a piece of cake before the wedding even began. “They’re too busy face-diving into ice cream to mind you two.”

Namjoon shot him a death glare, mouthing, ‘You’re dead, pillow lover.’

Yoongi smirked like the cat that ate the canary. “Bring it, muscle man.”

Seokjin clapped his hands sharply, drawing all eyes back to him. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” His voice hit an octave that probably had dogs three villages away barking. “Namjoon, I remember you said you put the flowers in the back before we left!”

Namjoon made a crying face. “I don’t knOOOOOOw where they are now!”

Seokjin pressed his fingers to his temple, muttering darkly, “What now?! Do we pluck those… fake decorative flowers… and make a bouquet out of them?!”

Everyone’s heads slowly turned toward the fake flower arrangements.

The silence—Seokjin immediately looked at them and his eyes widened. “NO. NO, YOU GUYS ARE NOT SERIOUSLY THINKING WHAT I JUST—”

They all nodded in unison.

“I AM NOT HOLDING A PLASTIC BOUQUET AT MY OWN WEDDING!”

In the end, Namjoon got whacked twice by Seokjin’s spatula (where did that even come from?!) and Jungkook heroically raced to the nearest village market to grab fresh flowers, his car tires screeching like it was Fast & Furious: Wedding Edition. 

(He almost flattenea d couple of chickens on the way though)

By the time Seokjin walked down the aisle, everything looked perfect. The littles, in their little spaces, were giggling, throwing flower petals like miniature chaotic cupids.

The ceremony was simple — peaceful, intimate, under the mountains, with only about twenty people. Less drama, right?

Wrong.

The vows were exchanged.

“I do.”

“I do.”

Smooch.

Perfect, right?

Except Jungkook was flushing beet red the whole time because a certain little menace was trailing after him, tugging on his sleeve.

“Dada, can I eat your cock?”

Jungkook froze mid-step, slapped a hand over his face, and bolted like a scared deer.

‘It is not what he thinks it is, right?!’ 

Later that night—

“DADA! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!”

Jungkook choked on his water, eyes wide, coughing as he croaked, “F-Flower…!”

Taehyung stood there, arms crossed, glaring adorably. The pout? Deadly. But the words— absolutely unholy.

“W-what’s gotten into you?!” Jungkook groaned, pinching his temple.

Taehyung stomped a foot. “I want to do it again!”

Jungkook sighed, patting the bed edge. “Come here, flower…”

Taehyung marched over, looking up expectantly.