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

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JIMIN POV

He raises his head and pins me with his intense gaze.

"You're not like her."

"Don't ever think that Please."

I blink back at him.

It's very reassuring to hear.

He puts his head on my chest again and I think he's finished but he surprises me by continuing.

"Sometimes in the dreams she's just lying on the floor and I think she's asleep but she doesn't move, She never moves."

"And I'm hungry, Really hungry."

Oh fuck.

"There's a loud noise and he's back and he hits me so hard, cursing the crack whore."

"His first reaction was always to use his fists or his belt."

"Is that why you don't like to be touched?"

He closes his eyes and hugs me tighter. "That's complicated." he murmurs.

He nuzzles me between my chest inhaling deeply, trying to distract me.

"Tell me." I prompt.

He sighs. "She didn't love me."

"I didn't love me."

"The only touch I knew was... harsh."

"It stemmed from there, Flynn explains it better than I can."

"Can I see Flynn?"

He raises his head to look at me. "Fifty Shades rubbing off on you?"

"And then some."

"I like how it's rubbing off at the moment." I wriggle provocatively underneath him and he smiles.

"Yes baby, I like that, too." He leans up and kisses me.

He gazes at me for a moment.

"You are so precious to me, I was serious about marrying you."

"We can get to know each other then, I can look after you."

"You can look after me."

"We can have kids if you want.

"I will lay my world at your feet baby, I want you, body and soul forever, Please think about it."

"I will think about it, I will." I reassure him, reeling once more.

"I'd really like to talk to Dr. Flynn though, if you don't mind."

"Anything for you, baby."

"When would you like to see him?"

"Sooner rather than later."

"Okay,I'll make the arrangements in the morning." He glances at the clock.

"It's late, We should sleep." He shifts to switch off his bedside light and pulls me against him.

I glance at the alarm clock. Crap, it's three forty-five.

He curls his arms around me, his front to my back and nuzzles my neck. "I love you park jimin and I want you by my side always." he murmurs as he kisses my neck.

"Now go to sleep." I close my eyes.

***

Reluctantly, I open my heavy eyelids and bright light fills the room. I groan.

I feel cloudy, disconnected from my leaden limbs and Jungkook is wrapped around me like ivy.

I'm too warm as per usual.

Surely it's just five in the morning.

The alarm has not gone off yet.

I stretch out to free myself from his heat, turning in his arms and he mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep.

I glance at the clock. Eight forty-five.

Shit, I'm going to be late. Fuck.

I scramble out of bed and dash to the bathroom. I am showered and out within four minutes.

Jungkook sits up in bed watching me with ill-concealed amusement coupled with wari-ness as I continue to dry myself while gathering my clothes.

Perhaps he's waiting for me to react to yesterday's revelations.

Right now, I just don't have time.

I check my clothes - black slacks, black shirt - all a bit Mrs. R but I don't have a second to change my mind. I hastily to put on my panties, conscious that he's watching my every move.

It's unnerving.

"You look good." He purrs from the bed.

"You can call in sick, you know."

He gives me his devastating, lopsided, one hundred and fifty percent panty-bunny smile.

Oh, he's so tempting.

"No, I can't."

"I am not a megalomaniac CEO with a beautiful smile who can come and go as he pleases."

"I like to come as I please." He smirks and cranks his glorious smile up another notch so it's in full Hd imax.

"Jungkook!" I scold. I throw my towel at him and he laughs.

"Beautiful smile, huh?"

"Yes, You know the effect you have on me." I put on my watch.

"Do I?" he blinks innocently.

"Yes, you do."

"The same effect you have on everybody and it Gets really tiresome watching them all swoon."

"Does it?" He cocks his eyebrow at me, more amused.

"Don't play the innocent, Mr Jeon, it really doesn't suit you." I mutter distractedly as I scoop my hair into a ponytail and pull on my black high-heeled shoes.

There, that will do.

When I bend to kiss him good-bye, he grabs me and pulls me down onto the bed, leaning over me and smiling from ear to ear.

Oh my. He's so beautiful doe eyes bright with mischief, floppy just-fucked-again hair, that bunny smile. Now he's playful.

I'm tired, still reeling from all the disclosures of yesterday, while he's bright as a button and sexy as fuck. Oh, exasperating Fifty.

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