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

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JIMIN POV

"I could cook something except we'll have to go shopping."

"Shopping?"

"For groceries."

"You have no food here?" His expression hardens.

I shake my head.

Crap, he looks quite angry.

"Let's go shopping,then." he says sternly as he turns on his heel and heads for the door, opening it wide for me.

"When was the last time you were in a supermarket?"

Jungkook looks out of place but he follows me dutifully, holding a shopping basket.

"I can't remember."

"Does Mrs. Jones do all the shopping?"

"I think Taylor helps her."

"I'm not sure."

"Are you happy with a stir-fry?"

"It's quick."

"Stir-fry sounds good." He grins, no doubt figuring out my ulterior motive for a speedy meal.

"Have they worked for you long?"

"Taylor, four years, I think."

"Mrs. Jones about the same."

"Why didn't you have any food in the apartment?"

"You know why." I murmur, flushing.

"It was you who left me." he mutters disapprovingly.

"I know." I reply in a small voice, not wanting that reminder.

We reach the checkout and silently stand in line.

If I hadn't left, would he have offered the vanilla alternative?

"Do you have anything to drink?" He pulls me back to the present.

"Beer I think."

"I'll get some wine."

Oh dear.

I'm not sure what sort of wine is available in this Supermarket.

He remerges empty handed, grimacing with a look of disgust.

"There's a good liquor store next door." I say quickly.

"I'll see what they have."

Maybe we should just go to his place, then we wouldn't have all this hassle.

I watch as he strolls purposefully and with easy grace out of the door, Two guys coming in stop and stare. Oh yes, eye my Fifty Shades, I think despondently.

I want the memory of him in my bed but he's playing hard to get.

Maybe I should and as I stand in line, we come up with a plan. Hmm...

Jungkook carries the grocery bags into the apartment, He's carried them as we've walked back to the apartment from the store.

He looks odd.

Not his usual CEO demeanor at all.

"You look very domestic."

"No one has ever accused me of that before." he says dryly.

He places the bags on the kitchen island.

As I start to unload them, he takes out a bottle of white wine and searches for a corkscrew.

"This place is still new to me, I think the opener is in that drawer there." I point with my chin.

This feels so normal.