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

12

JIMIN POV

In the first gallery, Jungkook gazes distractedly at the erotic photographs in front of us, sucking gently on the arm of his aviator specs.

They are the work of Florence D'elle naked women in various poses.

"Not quite what I had in mind." I mumble disapprovingly.

They make me think of the box of photographs I found in his closet, our closet.

I wonder if he ever did destroy them.

"Me neither." He says, grinning down at me.

He takes my hand and we stroll to the next artist.

Idly, I wonder if I should let him take photos of me.

My inner goddess nods frantically with approval.

The next display is by a female painter who specializes in figurative art fruit and vegetables super close up and in rich, glorious color.

"I like those." I point to three paintings of peppers.

"They remind me of you chopping vegetables in my apartment." I giggle.

Jungkook's mouth twists as he tries and fails to hide his amusement.

"I thought I managed that quite competently." he mutters.

"I was just a bit slow and any way" he pulls me into an embrace.

"you were distracting me."

"Where would you put them?"

"What?"

Jungkook is nuzzling my ear. "The paintings—where would you put them?"

He bites my earlobe and I feel it in my groin.

"Kitchen." I murmur.

"Hmm. Nice idea, little star."

I squint at the price.

Five thousand euros each.

Holy shit!

"They're really expensive!" I gasp.

"So?" He nuzzles me again.

"Get used to it, Jimin." He releases me and saunters over to the desk where a young woman dressed entirely in white is gaping at him.

I want to roll my eyes but turn my attention back to the paintings.

Five thousand euros jeez.

We have finished lunch and are relaxing over coffee at the Hotel Le Saint Paul.

The view of the surrounding countryside is stunning.

Vineyards and fields of sun-flowers form a patchwork across the plain, interspersed here and there with neat little French farmhouses.

It's such a clear, beautiful day we can see all the way to the sea, glinting faintly on the horizon.

Jungkook interrupts my reverie.

"You asked me why I braid your hair." he murmurs.

His tone alarms me.

He looks guilty.

"Yes." Oh, shit.

"The crack whore used to let me play with her hair, I think."

"I don't know if it's a memory or a dream."

Whoa! His birth mom.

He gazes at me, his expression unreadable.

My heart leaps into my mouth.