He's Mine | Jikook

60| Me, Myself And I

"This is nice," Seohyun smiled as she hugged Jungkook, resting her head on his broad chest, "I'm glad we're able to work this out."

The younger hummed, caressing her naked back.

"Since Yeri is taking care of Haeun, we can finally spend some time alone," she continued, "I missed being this close to you- even though we should probably take a shower before going to sleep."

"Mhm."

"Jungkook?"

"Hm?"

Seohyun looked up at him, biting her lips in a nervous manner.

"Are you happy?"

Jungkook met her eyes, obviously taken aback from the sudden question.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Just tell me."

He chuckled, kissing her nose gently.

"I am. I'm happy."

"Then I'm happy too," she stated and sat up properly, using the blanket to cover her body, "Wanna take a shower together?"

"I'll join you later. Let me rest for a bit."

She laughed.

"Well, you didn't really hold back this time. But I loved every second of it," she purred and kissed him passionately before getting out of bed. When she closed the bathroom door behind her, Jungkook also sat up. Yawning, he looked around- specifically at the closet. Glancing towards the room Seohyun had just disappeared in, he quickly got on his feet to approach the place he hadn't been able to forget about. Quietly, Jungkook rummaged through some of his old clothes before finding a small, hidden casket. He opened it, staring at the ring he had purchased not too long ago.

For Jimin.

Jimin.

Jungkook smiled softly. Unfortunately, the model hadn't picked up his call today. But it didn't upset him, after all he had probably been too busy to check his messages. Jimin would be back soon anyway. It was exciting. They'd be reunited.

"Babe?" He heard Seohyun call out for him, and he immediately put the ring away.

"I'm coming!" Jungkook yelled back, getting up to follow his wife into the shower. She was already waiting.

Warm rays of sunshine tickled Jimin's face as he slowly woke up from his sleep. The large windows were wide open and a light wind made the curtains flutter, singing birds greeting him. He smiled weakly. Then, someone knocked on the door.

"Good morning, Monsieur," Sebastian bowed as he entered the room, "I hope you were able to rest well after last night's exciting events."

"What time is it?" Jimin yawned, sitting up properly. The butler started picking up the dirty clothes he had thrown around carelessly when getting ready for bed. He had been incredibly tired, not even having the strength to clean up his face.

"Nine o'clock, Monsieur. Your family is already having breakfast outside. You should take a quick shower and join them."

The model nodded, forcing himself out of bed to approach the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he let out another deep sigh.

"You're funny," Jimin giggled, gently slapping the stranger's strong arm as they joked around, ignoring the loud music and drunk babbling of the other guests in the club. The man, who was some kind of famous actor here in Paris, whispered sweet nothings into his ear, using his charm effectively to seduce him. Jimin blushed as he shamelessly started kissing his cheek, pressing his nose in the crook of his neck to take in the fruity smell of his perfume. The model sighed, biting his bottom lip when the actor wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer. They were sitting in a dark corner of the VIP area, hidden from curious eyes, yet Jimin couldn't help but feel lightheaded at the thought of doing something this immoral in public. His mother was here too, probably getting drunk with her friends and colleagues, and Taehyung had been off to the dancefloor not too long ago, being overly interested in a girl who had also walked for Gabriel. They were surrounded by celebrities and rich families, people who'd definitely recognize him and his flirt. People who'd stare- and Jimin absolutely loved it.