𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

11

Y/N'S POV-

I woke up on top of him.

There was no nice way of putting it.

I was sprawled over him like he was the damn mattress itself.

Leg over hip, head on chest, arm resting on his shoulder.

His body was warm beneath me, his strong chest rising and falling rhythmically enough that I figured he was still asleep, that I could slowly and carefully move off of him before he noticed I'd climbed him like a damn tree in my sleep.

"Comfortable, Love?" Jungkook's voice met my ear the second, the absolute second, I tried to lift my head.

Damnit.

"This is my side of the bed." I said as my leg shifted and I became intimately aware of his cock pressing against me. 

Hard. And, well, big. And my body absolutely did not respond to that.

Nope. 

Not at all.

"It's my side of the bed"  he clarified. 

"I might not mind sharing." he added, his hand sliding down my spine. 

And because of the barely-there silk material of my dress, he might as well have been caressing my bare skin. A tremble moved through my insides at the soft touch.

"Well, it was my side of the bed in my old apartment." I told him.

"And the draping yourself over me part?" he asked as I pulled away, going as far to the other side of the bed as possible.

"I, ah, I had a cuddling pillow" I told him, leaving out the part that I actually named the damn thing. 

"That's how I sleep...on the cuddle pillow" I added. "I will have to add it to the list of things to pick up today while shopping." I added.

"No!" 

"No?" I asked, looking over as he got out of the bed.

"You heard me. NO!." he said as he got up and walked toward the bathroom.

Alone, I took a second to try to collect myself before getting up to rummage through his dresser, finding a simple black t-shirt. Eyes on the door, I quickly shrugged out of my wedding dress and pulled the shirt on. Once he got out of the bathroom, I would put on my pants I'd been abducted in then tie up the shirt in the front. It wouldn't be high fashion, but it would do until I could buy something more suitable to wear.

Feeling an urge to get out of the bedroom and away from the bed where I'd made a fool of myself, I rushed out, going down into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, then look through the cabinets and fridge, finding eggs, making myself an omelet.

This is going to sound absurd, given that I wasn't exactly a willing member of this marriage, but as I heard Jungkook coming down the stairs after his shower, I actually felt a surge of guilt at making food only for myself. 

I couldn't help it. It was how I was raised. You never, ever cooked for just yourself if someone else was around. Hell, my mother never cooked for just herself even if she was the only person around. She always made extra and had it in the fridge just in case someone popped over. If they didn't, she would pack it up and bring it out to hand off to a homeless person.

Jungkook's gaze moved over me standing in his kitchen, his eyes lingering on my bare legs for a moment. He watched as I took my omelet and coffee toward the dining room table, but said nothing as he made his own coffee and eggs.