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

62.

JIMIN POV

"I look forward to taking
this off you later."

Fresh out of my bath, washed, shaved and feeling pampered,
I sit on the edge of the bed
and start up the hair dryer.

Jungkook wanders into the bedroom.

I think he's been working.

"Here, let me." he says,
pointing to the chair in front
of the dressing table.

"Dry my hair?"

He nods. I blink at him.

"Come." he says, regarding
me intently.

I know that expression and I know better than to disobey.

Slowly and methodically he
dries my hair, one lock at a time.

He's obviously done this before often.

"You're no stranger to
this." I murmur.

His smile is reflected in the mirror, but he says nothing and continues to brush through
my hair.

Hmm . . . it's very relaxing.

When we step into the elevator on our way to dinner, we are
not alone.

He looks delicious in his signature white linen shirt,
black jeans and jacket. No tie.

The two women inside shoot admiring glances at him and
less generous ones at me.

I hide my smile.

Yes, ladies, he's mine.

He takes my hand and pulls
me close as we travel in silence down to the mezzanine level.

It's busy, full of people dressed up for the evening, sitting
around chatting and drinking, starting their Saturday night.

I am grateful that I fit in.

The dress hugs me, skimming over my curves and holding everything in place.

I have to say, I feel . . . attractive wearing it.

I know Jungkook approves.

At first, I think we're heading
for the private dining room
where we first discussed the contract but he leads me past that doorway and on to the far end where he opens the door
to another wood paneled room.

"Surprise."

Oh, my.

Tae and Hobi, Mia and Jih, Carrick and Grace, Mr. Kim and Joon and my mother and Bob
are all there raising their glasses.

I stand gaping at them, speechless.

How?

When?

I turn in consternation to Jungkook and he squeezes
my hand.

My mom steps forward and wraps her arms around me.

Oh, Mom!

"Darling, you look beautiful."

"Happy birthday."

"Mom." I sob, embracing her.

Oh Mommy. Tears stream down my face despite the audience
and I bury my face in her neck.

"Honey, darling."

"Don't cry, Ray will be okay."

"He's such a strong man."

"Don't cry."

"Not on your birthday." Her
voice cracks but she
maintains her composure.

She grasps my face in her
hands and with her thumbs wipes away my tears.