Under His Touch - JJK

Chapter 11

Y/N

I wake up feeling sore and I smile as I stretch. I still feel tired and sleepy. But I did sleep in the arms of the man I wanted to. I open my eyes and reach for Jungkook, but he is not here, the bed is empty.

"Jungkook?" I call but there's no answer. The room is quiet.

I reach for my phone to check the time.

9:28 am. Oh my God.

I freak out as I stand up, scrambling to find something to wear in my closet. I quickly dial Jungkook's number, unsure if he'll be okay with me calling him on his private line. But hey, he's the one who gave me his number in the first place.

"Hello" he answers.

"Mr. Jeon, I'm so so sorry, I'm late. My alarm must have gone off." I almost trip trying to wear a pair of stockings.

"There's no need for you to be at work today, Y/N You're taking a sick day." He says softly.

"But I'm not sick."

"You cut your finger."

Right...

As soon as he says that, my shoulders drop and I instantly feel more at ease. I already forgot about my finger.

I refuse to take a sick day simply because I stayed up all night having fun. I cannot allow that to happen.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I smile as I ask and make my way to the bathroom.

"I couldn't. You were sleeping so peacefully." He murmurs.

So he did stay in my bed...

I stand in front of the mirror and oh my gosh. Is he serious? I look like a monster. A peacefully sleeping monster.

But what he says brings a smile to my face and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I was so worried for nothing, everything seems to be going well. I can tell by the sound of his voice that he's also smiling.

Say something. He is still on the line...

"I'll see you after work then." Oh, great...

"Rest well." He says softly and ends the call.

I plop onto the bed, giggling and grinning like a baby, and drift off to sleep for another 20 minutes. Once I wake up, I freshen up by washing my face and brushing my teeth. Then, I slip into my black shorts and a cute pink tank top before heading downstairs.

"Good morning." I say to Suna as I spot her in the kitchen.

"Good morning, dear. How is your hand?" She asks and looks at my wrapped finger.

"It's good. Doesn't hurt that much." Mr. Jeon must have told her about this. "What are you cooking?"

"I made you breakfast. Scrambled eggs and avocado toast."

"You are the best." I tell her and she smiles. "I'm going to eat this outside, thank you."

It's mid September and the weather is really nice. I eat my breakfast and relax outside, feeling peaceful in this house. The palm trees, the colorful flowers, the sparkling pool - everything is just perfect. It's surprisingly quiet here, even though we're in the bustling city of Miami.

Also, I can't ignore the fact that I've been thinking about last night, ever since I woke up. It started all gentle and slow, then we ended up fucking like animals.

I need to take a break. I should find something else to occupy my mind, so I make the choice to call Emily. She puts me on speaker and Daniel joins the conversation too, updating me on the recent happenings at work.