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

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JIMIN POV

"Are you hungry?" I shake my head.

Jungkook gazes at me for a beat and decides not to argue.

"I have to make a few calls."

"Make yourself at home."

"Okay."

He disappears into his study, leaving me standing in the huge art gallery he calls home and wondering what to do with myself.

Clothes!

Picking up my backpack, I wander upstairs to my bedroom and check out the walk-in closet.

It's still full of clothes all brand new with price tags still attached.

Three long evening dresses, three cocktail dresses and three more for everyday wear.

All this must have cost a fortune.

I check the tag on one of the evening dresses: $2,998.

Holy fuck. I sink to the floor.

This isn't me.

I put my head in my hands and try to process the last few hours.

It's exhausting.

Why, oh why have I fallen for someone who is plain crazy - beautiful, sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus and crazy ?

I fish my Blackberry out of my backpack and call my mom.

"Jimin, honey! It's been so long."

"How are you darling?"

"Oh, you know..."

"What's wrong? Still not worked it out with Jungkook?"

"Mom, it's complicated."

"I think he's nuts."

"That's the problem."

"Tell me about it."

"Men, there's just no reading them sometimes."

"Bob's wondering if our move to Georgia was a good one."

"What?"

"Yeah, he's talking about going back to Vegas."

Oh, someone else has problems.

I'm not the only one.

Jungkook appears in the door way. "There you are."

"I thought you'd run off." His relief is obvious.

I hold my hand up to indicate that I'm on the phone. "Sorry, Mom, I have to go."

"I'll call again soon."

"Okay, honey take care of yourself. Love you!"

"Love you too Mom."

I hang up and gaze at Fifty.

He frowns, looking strangely awkward.

"Why are you hiding in here?" he asks.

"I'm not hiding."

"I'm despairing."

"Despairing?"

"Of all this, kookie." I wave my hand in the general direction of the clothes.

"Can I come in?"

"It's your closet."

He frowns again and sits down, cross-legged, facing me.

"They're just clothes."

"If you don't like them I'll send them back."

"You're a lot to take on, you know?"