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Beautiful Accident J.JK. 🔞

It's a splitting headache that wakes you up from your near comatose sleep.

Your eyes blink open and you groan when a sliver of light bores into your vision. The curtains are closed but there's just enough of a crack that the sunlight seeps in directly onto your face.

You roll over in the expansive hotel bed and hold a pillow to your face as you groan out loud.

What happened last night?

All you remember is being with the guys, celebrating your brother Taehyung's upcoming nuptials by bar-hopping your way down the main strip of Las Vegas. It all gets pretty blurry from there.

You know you're in a hotel room and you hope it's yours. You can't remember if you made it back to your own room or if you found someone to share the night with. There had been that cute guy at the first bar who bought you a drink. Maybe you'd gone home with him.

You change a look at the bed and see a human-sized lump next to you, a tiny bit of black hair sticking out.

The black hair was nondescript, and you had no idea who it could be. There surely were a thousand men in the greater Las Vegas area alone with black hair. It could be anyone.

Looking around the room, you notice the decor is like that of your own hotel. But the layout of the room is different. You bite your lip as you notice you're completely naked as well. You're in a stranger's room and nude. Well, at least you're in the right hotel.

You're desperate to know who the mystery person under the blankets is, but a war rages within you.

Should you grab whatever clothes you can find and book it before they wake up? What if your beer goggles were a little too foggy last night? How would you feel if you woke up next to someone 20 years older than you? Or god forbid, younger than you?

A groan comes from the blankets beside you and you panic. You quickly lay back down in bed and pretend to sleep, back turned to the stranger beside you.

"Fuuuuuck," the voice grumbles as they emerge from the white cotton bunker they huddled under.

Your pulse froze in your veins. That voice. It was so familiar. It couldn't be.

You peek an eye out and see the back of a head, unruly black hair sticking out in different directions. The man smacks his lips as he adjusts his eyes to the low light of the bedroom, before he turns and looks in your direction.

You nearly gasp in horror.

Jeon Jungkook stares at you with a dopey grin on his face. He's shirtless, and you hate how your eyes can't stop staring at the way his muscles ripple down his back. Even in times of crisis you're still achingly attracted to him.

Jeon Jungkook is your brother Taehyung's best friend, soon-to-be best man at his wedding, and your decades long secret crush. The fact that you're waking up naked in his bed is equal parts distressing as it is titillating.

"Oh!" He looks startled. "What are you doing here?"

You've pulled the sheets up to your chin, covering any inch of exposed skin. "Uh... I don't know," you whisper as you swallow hard. "I was hoping you would know."

Jungkook sits and squints his eyes, as if he's trying to directly visualize into the past. "Did we end up drinking in here last night after we went out?" He asks as he rubs at his messy hair.

He drops his left hand to the bed, then freezes, eyes locked on his fingers.

"Oh my God!"

You sit up, worried he's recalled something that you don't. He spins his head to look at yours and notices your bare shoulders. His eyes widen and he grabs your arm, reaching for your left hand anxiously.