𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

33. Accident

Alba's POV

Some of the hotel staff immediately recognized Jimin where as some of them recognized you. They quickly bowed and offered respectful greetings, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity, clearly taken aback by the sight of the hotel's owner carrying his employee in his arms. The guests, on the other hand, whispered among themselves.

You noticed the bewildered looks and the discreet smiles that some tried to hide, making you feel even more self-conscious.

You desperately wanted to shrink away, feeling completely exposed and humiliated. Being the center of attention was the last thing you wanted, especially under such circumstances. You buried your face deeper into Jimin's shoulder, hoping to escape the prying eyes and the whispers that followed you down the hallway.

Jimin's grip on you tightened slightly, as if sensing your discomfort. He ignored the staff's surprised expressions and the guests' hushed whispers, maintaining an air of aloof indifference.

He continued down the hallway, his stride confident and unwavering. His focus seemed to be solely on you, completely oblivious to the attention we were attracting. "Ignore them." he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "They don't matter."

You could barely muster a response, overwhelmed by the myriad of emotions swirling inside you, embarrassment, discomfort, and a confusing sense of comfort from Jimin's presence. As you reached the door to a luxurious suite, you couldn't wait to be out of sight, away from the curious stares and murmurs.

Jimin stopped in front of the suite's door, shifting you slightly in his arms. "Alright, princess." he said with a playful smirk, seemingly enjoying your embarrassment. "I need you to pull out the keycard from my pocket. My hands aren't exactly free."

You felt your eyes widen at his request, your heart skipping a beat. You had to rummage through his pocket? Could this situation get any more embarrassing? You blinked, momentarily stunned by the nickname. "What?" you stammered, not quite believing what he was asking.

"The keycard." Jimin repeated patiently. "It's in my back pocket."

You hesitantly reached out and fumbled with the material of his pocket, trying to locate the keycard. As your fingers brushed against the fabric, you could feel the contours of his body underneath. The sensation made your face flush an even deeper shade of red.

Blushing furiously, you hesitated only to find it empty. "It's not here." you said keeping your voice tight.

Jimin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "My, my, someone's eager to get their hands on me." he teased, a wicked grin on his face.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and cursed silently. This whole situation was already mortifying enough, and now he had to add fuel to the fire.

"Just tell me which pocket it's in." you grumbled, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

He was clearly enjoying your discomfort. "My bad. Check the front pocket."

Your eyes widened, and you hesitated. Gathering your courage, you reached into his front pocket. Your hand brushed against something firm, realizing what it was you quickly pulled it back. Your face turned beet red. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" you blurted out, mortified.

Jimin's grin widened as he watched your reaction. He laughed as if he find great amusement in your embarrassment. "It's alright, princess." he said, his voice filled with playful teasing. "Accidents happen. Just keep searching until you find the keycard."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was mortifying, but you had to do it. You reached back into his pocket, being more careful this time to avoid any... intimate areas.