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

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JIMIN POV

My eyes spring open.

Something is wrong.

Jungkook is not in bed, though it's still dark.

Glancing at the radio alarm, I
see it's three twenty in the morning.

Where's Jungkook?

Then I hear the piano.

Quickly slipping out of bed, I grab my robe and run down
the hallway to the great room.

The tune he's playing is so sad,
a mournful lament that I've heard him play before.

I pause in the doorway and watch him in a pool of light
while the achingly sorrowful music fills the room, He finishes then starts the piece again.

Why such a plaintive tune?

I wrap my arms around myself and listen spellbound as he
plays but my heart aches.

Jungkook, why so sad? Is it because of me? Did I do this?

When he finishes, only to start
a third time, I can bear it no longer.

He doesn't look up as I near
the piano but shifts to one side so I can sit beside him on the piano bench.

He continues to play and I put my head on his shoulder. He kisses my hair but doesn't stop playing until he's finished the piece. I peek up at him and he's staring down at me, warily.

"Did I wake you?" he asks.

"Only because you were gone."

"What's that piece called?"

"It's Chopin."

"It's one of his preludes in E minor." He pauses.

"It's called Suffocation . . ."

Reaching over I take his hand.

"You're really shaken by all
this, aren't you?"

He snorts. "A deranged asshole gets into my apartment to
kidnap my man."

"He won't do as he's told."

"He drives me crazy."

"He safe words on me."

He closes his eyes briefly and when he opens them again,
they are stark and raw.

"Yeah, I'm pretty shaken up."

I squeeze his hand.

"I'm sorry."

He presses his forehead
against mine.

"I dreamed you were
dead." he whispers.

What?

"Lying on the floor, so cold
and you wouldn't wake up."

Oh, Fifty.

"Hey, it was just a bad
dream." Reaching up, I clasp
his head in my hands.

His eyes burn into mine and the anguish in them is sobering.

"I'm here and I'm cold without you in the bed."

"Come back to bed, please." I take his hand and stand,
waiting to see if he'll follow me.

Finally he stands, too.

He's wearing his pajama
bottoms and they hang in that way he has and I want to run
my fingers along the inside of
his waistband but I resist and lead him back to the bedroom.