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

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JIMIN POV

When I wake before the alarm the following morning, Jungkook is wrapped around me like ivy, his head on my chest, his arm around my waist and his leg between mine.

And he's on my side of the bed.

It's always the same, if we argue the night before, this is how
he ends up, coiled around me, making me hot and bothered.

He is so needy on some level.

Who would have thought?

The familiar vision of Jungkook as a dirty, wretched little boy haunts me.

Gently, I stroke his shorter hair and my melancholy recedes.

He stirs and his sleepy eyes
meet mine, He blinks a couple
of times as he wakes.

"Hi." he murmurs and smiles.

"Hi." I love waking to that smile.

He nuzzles my chest and hums appreciatively deep in his throat.

His hand travels down from my waist, skimming over the cool satin of my nightgown.

"What a tempting morsel you are." he mutters.

"But tempting though you are."

he glances at the alarm.

"I have to get up."

He stretches out, untangles himself from me and rises.

I lie back put my hands behind my head and enjoy the show he stripping for his shower.

He is perfect. I wouldn't change a hair on his head.

"Admiring the view?" He arches
a sardonic brow at me.

"It's a mighty fine view."

He grins and throws his pajama pants at me so they almost land on my face but I catch them in time, giggling like a schoolgirl.

With a wicked grin, he pulls the duvet off, puts one knee on the bed, grabs my ankles and drags me toward him so that my nightdress rides up.

I squeal and he crawls up my body, trailing little kisses on my knee, my thigh . . . my . . . oh . . . Jungkook!

*******

"Good morning, Mr Jeon." Mrs. Jones greets me.

I flush, embarrassed remembering her tryst with Taylor the night before.

"Good morning." I respond as she hands me a cup of tea.

I sit on the bar stool beside my husband, who just looks radiant freshly showered, his hair damp, wearing a crisp white shirt and that silver-gray tie.

My favorite tie.

I have fond memories of that tie.

"How are you?" he asks, his
eyes warm.

"I think you know." I gaze up at him through my lashes.

He smirks. "Eat." he orders.

"You didn't eat yesterday."

Oh, bossy Fifty!

"That's because you were
being an arse."

Mrs. Jones drops something
that clatters into the sink, making me jump.

Jungkook seems oblivious to the noise. Ignoring her, he stares
at me impassively.

"Arse or not eat." His tone is serious. No arguing with him.