My Fairytale Romance |✔️

Chapter 4

Y/N's P.O.V.

I inhale a deep breath of the warm cocoa, snuggling deeper onto my firm pillow- wait. My hand roam around- a body? Where am I- Jungkook! I freeze, how did I end up over him? I can feel his beats under my ear, his sinewy arm around my waist, and my right leg tangled inbetween his. Why me? My face twist into a crying one.

"Good morning, flower." My breath hitch at his deep morning voice, and goosebumps erupts when he turns around and spoon me, leaving me in complete confines of his body.

Every night I swear I will glue to my side, yet every next morning I find myself glued to his body. At this point, even Jungkook has stopped mentioning it's okay. Because he know you are going to do it anyway, I pout at my inner voice's mock.

It's been a month since that blanket incident. And, no. Nothing significant has happened . Beside the fact that I know what my husband does, what he likes, and what he is like.

Let me highlight the last one for you, he's absolute gentleman, he's the best man I could ever asked for to be my life partner. He's patient with my crazy self, he cares alot, and when I say alot I means he cooks me breakfast before the college, and take me out for dinner once in a while, stays up with me late night while I study and prepare my presentation, brings me coffee whenever I feel sleepy. It's safe to say he has spoiled me too much. Yet, I haven't done any great gesture other than picking out his outfits, wishing him a wonderful day , and asking about his day during the night.

Oh, let me tell you, he greets me with forehead kisses, which I absolutely love.

I wanted to go on date, but he said it's better if I focus on my exams, then he would take me on vacation. Right he said international trip. So, I have been focusing on my studies, diligently.

But this caring side of his seems to be reserved for me, because as a professor, he's a strict one. I have only heard this, because I don't have his classes. We meet before and after school, and then he's back to being my absolutely amazing hubby.

"Good morning," I sigh, there's no point to fight this, so I snuggle closer and relax.

"No fight today?" He teases, and did I tell you that he derives his energy from my blushing face? Cause he just love to tease me, and with that enticing smile of his, I can't even hate him for that.

"Shut up." Something I say when he has cornered me during our silly banter, and like always he chuckles, sending butterflies haywire in my stomach,

"You have class at 11, flower." I love it when he calls me flower. Because he treasures me like one too.

"Can't I skip?" I whine, proping my chin on his chest to hold the eye contact, and breath knocks out of lungs when he shakes his head with his charming smile.

"It's the last class, do you really wanna do this?" He raise his left brow and I huff, regaining my precious position.

"You are bad." I mumble into his chest.

"I have heard that alot." His chest rumbles when he laugh, sending flutters to my heart.

"What time is it?" I close my eyes, I can surely sleep for 5 more minutes.

"7 30." Thank god.

"Let's sleep for 30 more minutes?" I look up once again, blink my eyes to grant me my wish, and when he nods his head with an amused smile, my smile broke into grin.

"Thank you!" And we drifted into a quick nap.

"All the best for you day. Don't stree much okay?" I states the last sentence in a strict manner. This man works almost 24X7. Even when he's with me, he's doing something or other thing.