Captivated in the dark

Chapter 30- Trouble

Fresh bedsheets. The smell of freshness. The clean air. 

My eyes spilt open as I stretch. Where was I? This wasn't my room. I was on a giant double bed, which could at least fit a family of four perfectly. The room was also giant. I sit up on the bed as a male figure enters. 

"Hey hey, easy now. How are you feeling?" Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed and strokes my covered by the blanket. 

"My head hurts a bit, but where am I Jungkook?"

"You're in my room."

I still. I'm in Jungkook's room. Okay. This is weird. And I'm in his bed. Great. 

"Where's Mango?" I look around the room frantically to see if she's here as well.

"She's fine. She downstairs eating and my chef is keeping her company. Don't worry. She literally talks about everything she sees in this house to the chef. She's quite the talker. But how are you? You took quite the fall this afternoon."

"What happened to me?" 

"Fainted. You fainted. I got a doctor to check on you. He said you have low iron levels in your blood and should rest up. I don't feel safe letting you out of bed yet. Stay here. I'll make you something. What do you want to eat?"

"What? Stay in bed? I can't. Jimin will be home tonight. I've got to cook dinner and-"

"It's fine. I got it sorted. I did a bit of typing, calling emailing. He won't be back until late tonight."

"Jungkook. You know that's unethical. You can't just force Jimin to stay at work and ridicule him like this."

"I'm not. It's actually extremely helpful for me. He'll help me on my workload so I can take care of you during the meantime." He seems unsure after the sentence. I don't think Jimin will help him one bit, but is just an excuse to make me feel less bad. 

I lift the cover off my body and slowly get up when I feel Jungkook body weigh me down.

"Uh. Where do you think you're going princess? Sick girls stay in bed, especially if they've just fainted."

"I'm fine Jungkook."

"I don't think so. Now I'm going to have to keep you on this bed." He crawls behind me while I lay on my side. The duvet yet again wrapped around my body. He spoons me. We fit like two pieces in a puzzle. Perfectly. 

He arms tightly drapped across my body. Holding me tightly in place, making it hard for me to move, let alone escape. 

"Jungkook your-"

"Shhh just go to sleep Seol." He closes his eyes and nuzzles into my neck. 

The fact is I can't sleep...Why? It's because we're both well aware of Jungkook's huge bulge which is really distracting me from falling asleep. It is literally poking just above my butt. I try turning around so I'm facing Jungkook, but he has me locked in his arms. 

"Shhh, sleep Seol." He says with his eyes closed. I sigh and shut my eyes.

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My eyes shoot open. I'm met with a pair of eyes staring directly into mine. 

"Hello beautiful."

"Jungkook, umm what time is it?"

"Time for you to have dinner. You slept for 3 ish hours."

"3 ish HOURS?! Wow, I've never taken that long of a nap... feels nice I suppose."

"Yeah and I wish we could stay in this exact same spot forever."

I break our eye contact and glance at the curtains. It's dark outside. I would say 6pm, possible even 7pm.

"What time was it again?" I got up and rubbed my eyes.

"6:38pm. Is there a problem?"

"What? no. No problem." I awkwardly chuckle. 

"You're so cosy. Don't go." Jungkook snuzzles into me. My back pushed up against his chest. Feeling something poke into my back. It was like a brick. A hard solid brick which stopped me from relaxing.

"I really have to get back-."

"Don't worry. I sorted it out. And I added my number on your phone. In case of emergencies. So no blocking or muting me. I will find out if you do. And you'll be punished."

"Jungkook... I-"

"So. How about food?"

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Me and Mango were sitting next to each other in the back of Jungkook's fancy car. Posh. Shiny, and cool in general. What does he own that isn't cool?

We are driving back to our home, which feels like forever. It must of been like 40 minutes already. Mango has fallen asleep leaning against me while I stare out of the window. Admiring the bright city lights. 

The sun has fallen and the city looks beautiful with all the colourful, neon lights. It was around 8pm. After forcing Jungkook for 30 minutes to take me home. He wanted me to stay the night, which to be honest, I didn't mind at all, but Mango is Jimin's daughter and it wouldn't be right for me to stay at his. 

I had told Jungkook and he agreed. After a lot a lot of talking and discussing and coming to agreements. 

We arrived at the front door. Jungkook carries a sleepy Mango in his arms. Once I unlock the door Jungkook lays her in her bed and closes the door gently. I stayed in the kitchen gulping down cups of water. My brain was a mess from fainting. Or maybe sleeping too much. Or maybe someone in general.

"Stop looking at me. It's creepy." I say whilst placing my cup in the sink and wiping my lips. 

"It's called admiring a beautiful person who is too perfect for this world and should be kept locked away in my house only for my eyes."

I blush as he approaches the kitchen island. We sit and talk for the night. Aware of the time Jimin returns home so I can quickly usher Jungkook out of the house. 

"Pickles and Ice cream. Hands down. Best combo ever."

"That sounds disgusting." He makes a disgusted face. 

"Don't judge before you try. Here"

I grab pickles and ice cream and place it on the table. Gathering a small scoop of ice cream and lathering it around the end of the pickle. 

"Here try it." I hold out the pickle for him to try. 

"What if this poisons me?"

"It won't. Don't be silly. It's one of my favourite cravings. Trust me on this."

"Fine." He gently takes a bite of the pickle. 

He makes a disgust face, but still chews the pickle. His loud crunches are all that is heard. 

"It's... interesting. Not the worst but definitely not top tier."

I bite into a pickle whilst he still talks about my weird cravings. Now he's making me think weird cravings are weird. Like logically, everyone should have a weird craving, right? Because it's unique to them. 

I glanced at the clock that hung lowly on the wall and my eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh Jungkook. It's 11:45pm! It feels like it's only been 20 minutes. What- How- Where did the time go?" However, the question was- Where was Jimin?

 He finishes work at 10pm. Usually I've already fallen asleep on the sofa or some random place in which Jimin carries me back to bed, but it shouldn't take more than 20 minutes to drive home. 

Perhaps he went grocery shopping for tomorrow as he liked to make sure we are fully stocked for the morning. Yeah. That's it. He went shopping. Is what I keep telling myself.