"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
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I stretch in a Jungkook's bed, cuddling up against him. I feel so amazing. I'm wearing Jungkook's grey jog which is much too big but so freaking comfortable. I'm also wearing one of his T-shirts.
Last night was...
Incredible.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Everything.
From the hot sex in his bedroom, to the even hotter shower sex, to finally a romantic, relaxing time in his bathtub. And Jungkook repeating to me that he's in love with me...
I have no words. Litterally no words to describe how happy, how satisfied, how blessed I feel. Jungkook tightens his arms around me. Looking at his damaged plaster cast I smile. Shower sex with an arm in a cast is a real challenge.
I take his broken arm and gently kiss his fingers sticking out of it. He furrows his eyebrows but doesn't wake up. I roll my eyes and chuckle lightly, turning my back to him.
A small groan leaves his lips and his arms pull me closer as he spoons me.
"I knew you were awake." I chuckle, turning my head to him but he keeps his eyes closed, not dropping the act. A brilliant idea comes to my mind and I nibble on my lower lip, drawing small imaginary circles on the soft, golden skin of his arms.
"Fine...I won't tell you about the dream I had before everything happened." He doesn't budge. "When I fell asleep at the end of the movie...that dream of you."
Jungkook tightens his arms around my waist and I cough, slapping his hand. "You dreamt about us?" He asks in a sleepy voice and I easily guess that he's smiling.
"Mmm."
"Tell me about it." He whispers softly, his warm body spooning me perfectly.
"Well...You know how Do-Hun interrupted us last night?" I ask and he nods, his chin pressing on my shoulder. "Well, in my dream, which was before that happened, we had a very cute moment. And no one interrupted us when you pressed your lips on mine." Jungkook's lips softly press against my neck.
"I think I'm glad we got interrupted. We wouldn't have gone to my room and Eun Ae would've walked in on us." I nod, lacing my fingers with his.
"That's when I realised." I whisper, my eyes closed, enjoying his soft lips on my skin. There's nothing sexual and we're just so comfortable together.
