𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ✅

06 | 48 hours.

The sun streams in gently through the window, casting a golden glow on the room. Jk stirs awake from the uncomfortable position on the couch. He glances over at your bed, checking on you. You're still asleep, looking ethereal in the early morning light.

Jk's heart skips a beat as he watches you, taking in your peaceful expression. He can't believe how captivating you look even while sleeping. He lets out a soft exhale and gently gets up from the couch, careful not to wake you.

Jk looks around, realizing he had indeed fallen asleep in your bedroom. He must have dozed off while keeping watch over you. He rubs his neck, feeling a slight stiffness.

Jk hesitates for a moment, wondering if he should leave. But then he looks over at you, and his gaze softens. He can't bring himself to go, not when you're right there, looking so vulnerable and peaceful. He takes a few steps closer to the bed.

Jk gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch light and tender. He's careful not to wake you, but he can't resist the urge to touch you, to feel your presence. He takes a moment to just watch you sleep, admiring your delicate features and the way your eyelashes fan out against your cheeks.

Jk sits down on the edge of the bed, silently observing you. The moment feels strangely intimate, and Jk finds himself lost in his thoughts. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to wake up next to you every morning, to see your face be the first thing he sees in the day.

Jk reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, holding it delicately. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, feeling the softness of your skin. He's acutely aware of the intimacy of this moment, the way your hands feel in his, and the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

Jk feels a strange sense of calm wash over him as he gazes at you. In this moment, nothing else matters except being here with you. He doesn't care about the outside world or the responsibilities waiting for him in the office. All he cares about is being near you, making sure you're safe and happy.

Jk's attention is drawn away from you by the sound of approaching footsteps. He turns his head towards the door, watching as your parents enter the room.

Dad: oh morning Mr- jungkook...

Jk quickly stands up from the edge of the bed, feeling a little embarrassed to be caught sitting so close to you.

Jk: "Good morning, Sir... Mrs...."

He smiles politely, hoping they didn't notice the way he was holding your hand just moments before.

Aunt: did you sleep here? (Jk chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.)

Jk: "Ah, yeah. I must've dozed off. Just wanted to make sure she was alright."

Dad: That's alright... (Jk nods, still feeling a little embarrassed. He glances over at you, making sure you're still asleep.)

Jk: "How's she doing? Is she okay?"

Dad: "Ah she's doing fine, just needs some rest."

Aunt: "Poor thing. Her blood pressure was super high."

(Jk's expression turns serious as he hears this, concern etched on his face.)

Jk: "High blood pressure? Is it normal for her?"

Dad: "It was probably because of all the stress. She's been on medication. The doctors say she needs to rest for a few days."

He glances over at you, his expression etched with worry but interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He fishes it out of his pocket, and his eyebrows furrow when he sees it's his manager.