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

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JIMIN POV

Jungkook is on his Blackberry, standing and staring out the glass wall as I enter the great room half an hour later.

Turning, he beams at me and wraps up his call.

"Ros, that's great."

"Tell Barney and we'll go from there Good-bye."

He strides over to me as I stand shyly in the entryway.

He's changed now into a white T-shirt and jeans, all bad boy and smoldering. Whoa.

"Good evening, Mr park." he says and he bends to kiss me.

"Congratulations on your promotion." He wraps his arms around me. He smells delicious.

"You've showered."

"I've just had a work-out with Claude."

"Oh."

"Managed to knock him on his ass twice." he beams, boyish and pleased with himself.

His grin is infectious.

"That doesn't happen often?"

"No."

"Very satisfying when it does."

"Hungry?" I shake my head.

"What?" He frowns at me.

"I'm nervous About Dr. Flynn."

"Me, too. How was your day?" He releases me and I him give a brief summary.

He listens attentively.

"Oh there's one more thing I should tell you." I add.

"I was supposed to have lunch with Mia."

He raises his eyebrows, surprised. "You never mentioned that."

"I know, I forgot."

"I couldn't make it because of the meeting and Jih took her out to lunch instead."

His face darkens. "I see."

"Stop biting your lip."

"I'm going to freshen up." I say changing the subject and turning to leave before he can react any further.

Dr. Flynn's office is a short drive from Jungkook's apartment.

Very handy, I muse, for emergency sessions.

"I usually run here from home." Jungkook says as he parks my Saab.

"This is a great car." He smiles at me.

"I think so, too." I smile back at him.

"Jungkook... I - " I gaze anxiously at him.

"What is it, Jimin?"

"Here." I pull the small black gift box from my bag.

"This is for you for your birthday I wanted to give it to you now but only if you promise not to open it until Saturday, okay?"

He blinks at me in surprise and swallows. "Okay," he murmurs cautiously.

Taking a deep breath, I hand it to him, ignoring his bemused expression.

He shakes the box and it produces a very satisfactory rattle. He frowns.

I know he's desperate to see what it contains.

Then he grins, his eyes alight with youthful, carefree excitement. Oh boy...

he looks his age and so beautiful.