Jeon Jungkook lives an arcane life because he has a secret that he wishes to hide from the world, and he enjoys anonymity, which could otherwise be an unaffordable luxury in his kind of life. He fears that stepping out of the shadows could potential...
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Hae-Yeon
I have no idea what time it is, but I’m woken up by the sudden sound of loud thunder rolling in the skies outside, and I instinctively roll up to Jungkook’s chest. It’d usually be my pillow, but tonight it’s him.
I don’t feel like waking up, and my head hurts a little. But the fact that we’re both stark naked under the sheets makes me alert. Running a hand between us, I feel just skin, which confirms the fact, and then I look up at Jungkook sleeping peacefully.
I’ve never been so intimate with anyone, and given how body-conscious I am, I never remotely thought I would be laying naked in my bed, cuddled up with a naked man. A hot, naked man named Jeon Jungkook, to be more precise.
Never before have I felt so comfortable in my own skin, but he appreciates me just the way I am. He makes me feel beautiful, and he makes sure to voice out his adoration. And it has me completely floored.
The fact that he makes me all soft and submissive with him speaks volumes about the trust I have in him and how comfortable and safe he makes me feel. I wouldn’t have dared to do this with any other man, and now that I’ve experienced it with him, I wouldn’t ever want anyone else in his place.
Nuzzling my face against his warm body, I allow my eyelids to fall shut.
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“Morning, my love,” Jungkook’s sleepy voice draws me out of my slumber, and it amazes me how he figured out that I’m awake. Because I haven’t moved a muscle except for opening my eyes, of course.
“Morning, Jungkook,” I smile at him as I clutch his shoulder and haul myself closer to his face.
“Did you sleep well?” He asks me in his hot and rough morning voice, and it makes me want to give up everything if that would mean that I could wake up to hearing this voice each morning for the rest of my life.
“I did, and you?” I ask him, running a hand over his hair and looking into his eyes that seem to be fixed on me.
“I did,” he confirms, nodding, and I peck his lips once before I return to place my ear against his chest and draw invisible patterns there with my fingers.
“Hae-Yeon, I want to know more about you,” Jungkook says, making my fingers stop their exploration of his perfect pecs.
“Ask me anything,” I answer softly, flattening my palm against his body.
“Tell me everything… I want to know about your childhood, your ambitions, your dreams, the things that make you happy, the things that make you sad, the food you like, your desires, fantasies… just about everything that I don’t know yet,” his warm palm keeps stroking the curve of my shoulder as he voices out his request more elaborately.
“I lived in Daegu until I was thirteen. We were a family of six, with my parents, my grandpa, my older brother, and my younger sister. I was the middle child. I’m not close with my parents or my siblings, and I kind of consciously distanced myself from them because my parents always compared me to my siblings in everything. I was mediocre in everything, but they both were excellent, be it in education or sports, and appearance-wise as well. I was always the odd one out in the family. As a young child, my sister needed a lot of attention from my mother because of her poor health. So that left me by myself for the most part, but I was a fairly happy child despite all that,” I pause for a moment to look up at him.
