FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

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JIMIN POV

I am suddenly very awake, my erotic dream forgotten.

"I must have turned over in my sleep." I whisper weakly in my defense.

His eyes blaze with fury.

He reaches down, scoops up my clothes from his sun lounger and tosses it at me.

"Put this on!" he hisses.

"Jungkook, no one is looking."

"Trust me, They're looking."

"I'm sure Taylor and the security crew are enjoying the show!" he snarls.

Holy shit!

Why do I keep forgetting about them?

Ever since Charlie Tango's sabotaged demise, we are constantly shadowed by damned security.

"Yes," He snarls. "And some sleazy fucking paparazzi could get a shot of you, too."

"Do you want to be all over the cover of Star magazine?"

"Naked this time?"

Shit! The paparazzi! Fuck!

As I hurriedly scramble into my my clothes, all thumbs, the color drains from my face. I shudder.

The unpleasant memory of being be-sieged by the paparazzi outside SIP after our engagement was leaked comes unwelcome to mind—all part of the Jeon Jungkook package.

"L'addition!" He snaps at the passing waitress.

"We're going," he says to me.

"Now?"

"Yes. Now."

Oh shit, he's not to be argued with.

He pulls on his shorts, even though his trunks are dripping wet, then his gray T-shirt.

The waitress is back in a moment with his credit card and the check.

Reluctantly, I step into my flip-flops.

Once the waitress has left, he snatches up his book and BlackBerry and masks his fury behind mirrored aviator glasses.

He's bristling with tension and anger. My heart sinks.

Every other man on the beach is shirtless—it's not that big of a crime.

In fact I look odd with my shirt on.

I sigh inwardly, my spirits sinking.

I thought he would see the funny side sort of maybe if I'd stayed on my front but his sense of humor has evaporated.

"Please don't be mad at me." I whisper, taking his book and BlackBerry from him and placing them in my backpack.

"Too late for that."he says quietly too quietly.

"Come." Taking my hand, he signals up to Taylor and his two sidekicks, the French security officers Philippe and Gaston.

Weirdly, they are identical twins.

They have been patiently watching us and everyone else on the beach from the verandah.

Why do I keep forgetting about them? How?

Taylor is stony-faced behind his dark glasses.

Shit, he's mad at me, too.

I'm still not used to seeing him so casually dressed in shorts and a black polo shirt.

Jungkook leads me into the hotel, through the lobby and out onto the street.

He remains silent, brooding and bad-tempered and it's all my fault.