Fifty Shades Of Jeon || Jikook ✅ (18+) Book 1

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JIMIN POV

"Touching is a hard limit for me baby." he whispers.

"I know."

"I wish I understood why."

After a while he sighs and in a soft voice he says, "I had a horrific childhood. One of the crack whore's pimps..."

His voice trails off and his body tenses as he recalls some unimaginable horror.

"I can remember that." he whispers, shuddering.

Abruptly, my heart constricts as I remember the burn scars marring his skin.

Oh Jungkook, I tighten my arms around his neck.

"Was she abusive? Your mother?" My voice is low and soft with unshed tears.

"Not that I remember, She was neglectful. She didn't protect me from her pimp."

He snorts. "I think it was me who looked after her. When she finally killed herself, it took four days for someone to raise the alarm and find us."

I cannot contain my gasp of horror. Holy mother fuck.

"That's pretty fucked-up." I whisper.

"Fifty shades." he murmurs.

I turn my head and press my lips against his neck, seeking and offering solace as I imagine a small, dirty, doe-eyed boy lost and lonely beside the body of his dead mother.

I breathe in his scent, He smells heavenly, my favorite fragrance in the entire world.

He tightens his arms around me and kisses my hair and I sit wrapped in his embrace as Taylor speeds into the night.

When I wake, we're driving through Seattle.

"Hey." Jungkook says softly.

"Sorry," I murmur as I sit up blinking and stretching,I am still in his arms, on his lap.

"I could watch you sleep forever Jimin."

"Did I say anything?"

"No."

"We're nearly at your place."

"We're not going to yours?"

"No."

I sit up and gaze at him. "Why not?"

"Because you have work tomorrow."

"Oh." I pout.

He smirks at me. "Why, did you have something in mind?"

I flush. "Well, maybe."

He chuckles. "Little star, I'm not going to touch you again, not until you beg me to."

"What!"

"So that you'll start communicating with me."

"Next time we make love, you're going to have to tell me exactly what you want in fine detail."

"Oh." He shifts me off his lap as Taylor pulls up outside my apartment.

Jungkook climbs out and holds the car door open for me.

"I have something for you." He moves to the back of the car, opens the trunk and pulls out a large gift-wrapped box.

What the hell is this?

"Open it when you get inside."

"You're not coming in?"

"No, Baby."