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

55. (M) 🔞

JIMIN POV

I am too warm.

Jungkook warm.

His head is on my shoulder
and he's breathing softly on my neck while he sleeps, his legs threaded through mine, his
arm around my waist.

I linger on the edge of consciousness, aware that if I wake fully I'll wake him too and he doesn't sleep enough.

Hazily my mind wanders through the events of yesterday evening.

I drank too much, boy did I
drink too much.

I'm amazed Jungkook let me.

I smile as I remember him putting me to bed.

That was sweet, real sweet
and unexpected.

I conduct a quick mental inventory of how I'm feeling.

Stomach? Fine.

Head? Surprisingly fine but fuzzy.

My palm is still red from last night. Sheesh.

Idly I think about Jungkook's palms when he's spanked me.

I squirm and he wakes.

"What's wrong?" Sleepy doe
eyes search mine.

"Nothing."

"Good morning." I run the
fingers of my uninjured hand through his hair.

"Mr Jeon, you look lovely this morning." he says, kissing my cheek and I light up from within.

"Thank you for taking care
of me last night."

"I like taking care of you."

"It's what I want to do." he
says quietly but his eyes
betray him as triumph flares
in their depths.

It's like he's won the World Series or the Super Bowl.

Oh, my Fifty.

"You make me feel cherished."

"That's because you are." he murmurs and my heart clenches.

He clasps my hand and I wince.

He releases me immediately, alarmed.

"The punch?" he asks.

His eyes frost as he scrutinizes mine and his voice is laced
with sudden anger.

"I slapped him."

"I didn't punch him."

"That fucker."

I thought we'd dealt with
this last night.

"I can't bear that he touched you."

"He didn't hurt me, he was just inappropriate."

"My love, I'm okay."

"My hand's a little red, that's all."

"Surely you know what that's like?" I smirk and his
expression changes to one of amused surprise.

"Why Mr Jeon, I am very
familiar with that." His lips
twist in amusement.

"I could reacquaint myself
with that feeling this minute."

"Should you so wish."

"Oh, stow your twitching
palm, Mr. Jeon." I stroke his face with my injured hand, my
fingers caressing his cheeks.

It distracts him and he takes
my hand and plants a tender
kiss in my palm.

Miraculously, the pain disappears.