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

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JIMIN POV

"I need to call Barney."

"I won't be long." He disappears into his study, leaving me stranded in the vast living room.

Mrs Jones is adding the finishing touches to our meal.

I realize I am famished but I need something to do.

"Can I help?" I ask.

She laughs. "No Jimin, Can I fix you a drink or something?"

"You look beat."

"I'd love a glass of wine."

"White?"

"Yes, please."

I perch on one of the bar stools, and she hands me a glass of chilled wine.

I don't know what it is but it's delicious and slides down easily, soothing my shattered nerves.

What was I thinking about earlier today?

How alive I have felt since I met Jungkook.

How exciting my life has become.

Jeez, could I just have a few boring days?

What if I'd never met Jungkook?

I'd be holed up in my apartment, talking it through with Jih, completely freaked by my encounter with Yoongi, knowing I would have to face the sleazeball again on Friday.

As it is, there's every chance I'll never set eyes on him again.

But who will I work for now?

I frown. I hadn't thought of that.

Shit, do I even have a job?

"Evening, Gail." Jungkook says as he comes back into the great room, dragging me from my thoughts.

Heading straight to the fridge, he pours himself a glass of wine.

"Good evening, Mr Jeon."

"Dinner in ten, sir?"

"Sounds good." He raises his glass.

"To ex-military men who train their sons well." he says and his eyes soften.

"Cheers." I mutter, raising my glass.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks.

"I don't know if I still have a job."

He cocks his head to the side. "Do you still want one?"

"Of course."

"Then you still have one."

Simple.

See?

He is master of my universe.

I roll my eyes at him and he smiles.

Mrs Jones makes a mean chicken potpie.

She has left us to enjoy the fruits of her labors and I feel much better now I've had something to eat.

We are sitting at the breakfast bar and despite my best cajoling, Jungkook won't tell me what Barney has found on Yoongi's computer.

I drop the subject and decide to tackle instead the thorny issue of Joon's impend-ing visit.

"Joon called." I say nonchalantly.

"Oh?" Jungkook turns to face me.

"He wants to deliver your photos on Friday."