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

77.

JIMIN POV

"Goodnight, my Love."

"Thank you for the enlightening bedtime story." I lean over to kiss him and our lips touch briefly but he pulls back when
I try to deepen the kiss.

"Don't." he whispers.

"I am desperate to make
love to you."

"Then do."

"No, you need to rest and it's late. Go to sleep." He switches off the bedside light, plunging
us into darkness.

"I love you unconditionally." I murmur as I cuddle into his side.

"I know." he whispers and I sense his shy smile.

I wake up with a start.

Light is flooding the room
and Jungkook is not in bed.

I glance at the clock and see
it's seven fifty-three.

I take a deep breath and
wince as my ribs smart though not as badly as yesterday.

I think I could go to work.

Work. I want to go to work.

It's Monday and I spent all of yesterday lounging about in bed.

Jungkook only let me go out briefly to see Ray.

Honestly, he's still such a
control freak.

I smile fondly. My control freak.

He's been attentive and loving and chatty and hands-off
since I arrived home. I scowl.

I am going to have to do something about this.

My head doesn't hurt, the pain around my ribs has eased
though, admittedly, laughing
has to be undertaken with caution but I'm frustrated.

I think this is the longest I've gone without sex since well, since the first time.

I think we've both recovered
our equilibrium.

Jungkook is much more relaxed.

his long bedtime story seems to have laid some ghosts to rest,
for him and for me. We'll see.

I shower quickly and once I'm dry, I browse carefully through my clothes.

I want something sexy.

Something that might
galvanize Jungkook into action.

Who would have thought such
an insatiable man could actually exercise so much self-control?

I don't really want to dwell on how Jungkook learned such discipline over his body.

We haven't spoken of the Bitch Troll once since his confessional.

I hope we never do.

To me she's dead and buried.

I choose an almost indecently short black skirt and a white
silk blouse with a frill.

I slide on thigh-highs with
lacy tops and my black
Louboutin pumps.

A little mascara and lip gloss
for a natural look and after a ferocious brushing, I leave
my hair loose.

Yes. This should do it.

Jungkook is eating at the breakfast bar, His forkful of omelet stops in midair when
he sees me. He frowns.

"Good morning, Going some where?"

"Work." I smile sweetly.

"I don't think so." He snorts
with amused derision.

"Dr. Singh said a week off."