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

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JIMIN POV

Hug Picture after picture of me.

Asleep, so many of me asleep, my hair over my face or fanned out across the pillow, lips parted shit, sucking my thumb.

I haven't sucked my thumb for years! So many photos.

I had no idea he'd taken these.

There are a few candid long shots including one of me leaning over the rail of the yacht, staring moodily into the distance.

How did I not notice him taking this?

I smile at the photos of me curled up beneath him and laughing, my hair flying as I struggle, fighting his tickling, tormenting fingers.

And there's the one of him and me on the bed in the master cabin that he took at arm's length.

I am cuddled on his chest and he gazes at the camera, young, wide-eyed in love.

His other hand cups my head and I am smiling like a love-struck fool but I cannot take my eyes off Jungkook.

Oh my beautiful man, his ruffled just-fucked hair, his doe eyes glowing, his lips parted and bunny smiling.

My beautiful man who cannot bear to be tickled, who could not bear to be touched just a short while ago, yet now he tolerates my touch.

I must ask him if he likes it or whether he lets me touch him for my pleasure rather than his.

I frown, gazing down at his image, suddenly overwhelmed by my feelings for him.

Someone out there wants to harm him, first Charlie Tango, then the fire at JEH and that damned car chase.

I gasp, putting my hand to my mouth as an in-voluntary sob escapes.

Abandoning my computer, I leap up to find him not to confront him now just to check that he's safe.

Not bothering to knock, I barge into his study.

Jungkook is sitting at his desk and talking on the phone, He looks up in surprised annoyance but the irritation on his face disappears when he sees it's me.

"So you can't enhance it further?" he says, continuing his phone conversation though he doesn't take his eyes off me.

Without hesitation, I walk around his desk and he turns in his chair to face me, frowning.

I can tell he's thinking what does He want?

When I crawl onto his lap, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

I put my arms around his neck and cuddle into him. Gingerly, he puts his arm around me.

"Um . . . yes, Barney. Could you hold one moment?" He cups the phone against his shoulder.

"Jimin, what's wrong?"

I shake my head. Tipping my chin up, he gazes into my eyes.

I pull my head free from his hold, tuck it beneath his chin and curl up smaller on his lap.

Bemused, he wraps his free arm more tightly around me and kisses the top of my head.

"Okay Barney, what were you saying?" He continues, wedging the phone between his ear and his shoulder and taps a key on his laptop.

A grainy black and white CCTV image appears on the screen, A man with dark hair wearing pale coveralls comes on the screen.

Jungkook presses another key and the man walks toward the camera but with his head bowed.