CEO KIM (Vkook) ✔️ ( Re-writting)

Chapter 18

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The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the Paris hotel suite, casting a soft, golden haze across the king-sized bed. Outside, the city of love was just beginning to stir—its rooftops kissed by morning mist, the distant hum of traffic a low whisper beneath the sky.

Inside the quiet room, Jungkook stirred.

His lashes fluttered open slowly, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling above. For a moment, his mind was still sleepy, thoughts slow and tangled in dreams.

Then he noticed something.

His body was warm. Too warm.

He blinked—and looked down.

A strong arm was wrapped securely around his waist. A long leg draped over his. A chin rested gently near his shoulder, and soft, steady breaths ghosted across the back of his neck.

And that arm?

That hand?

Was resting beneath his shirt.

Not inappropriately. Just… flat against his bare stomach.

It should have been alarming.

But all Jungkook could do was freeze and stare at the wall in wide-eyed silence.

“What. The hell.”

His heart stuttered like a drumroll inside his chest.

Is he… cuddling me?
No. No no no. He’s sleeping. This isn’t cuddling. This is—accidental… limb… arrangement.

His face flushed to the tips of his ears.

Carefully, he tried to shift his body forward. Just a little.

But Taehyung’s arm tightened around him, pulling him back with surprising strength.

“Mm... five more minutes,” the older man mumbled sleepily into his hair.

Jungkook let out a sound that could only be described as a squeak.

Kim Taehyung was snuggling him. In his sleep. In Paris.

“Why do you smell good even when you’re unconscious?”

Jungkook’s brain scrambled. He tilted his head just enough to see Taehyung’s face—peaceful, utterly relaxed. His lips parted slightly, lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks.

He looked... beautiful.

Dangerously beautiful.

Stop staring. Stop staring, Jeon Jungkook.

But he didn’t stop.

He watched the way Taehyung’s brow twitched every now and then. The little sighs he let out. The soft lines of sleep that made him look less CEO and more man.

It was unfair.

It was dangerous.

It was addicting.

Finally, with one more desperate wiggle, Jungkook tried again to escape—

And that’s when Taehyung’s brows furrowed.