𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

18:- Nari→⁠_⁠→

Nari's POV

I let out a low groan, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. I was so sore it felt like I had run a marathon-backwards-through a field of fire.

Rolling over, I reluctantly peeled the blankets away, wincing at the cool air hitting my skin. There was no way I could ignore the evidence of last night; every part of my body ached, and I seriously contemplated whether I could walk. I had no idea how I was going to face Jungkook after this.

Pushing myself up, I took a moment to gather my strength, gritting my teeth against the discomfort. "Okay, Nari," I muttered to myself, "you can do this." But as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the moment my feet touched the ground, a wave of exhaustion hit me like a freight train. My legs felt weak, almost like they were made of jelly.

"Ugh," I groaned again, squeezing my eyes shut. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled beneath me. I caught myself against the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as I fought against the urge to just flop back down and call it a day.

I took a deep breath, pushing through the discomfort. I couldn't just stay here forever. I had to face Jungkook eventually, and avoiding him wasn't an option. "You've got this," I encouraged myself, trying to channel my inner warrior.

I finally managed to find my balance, gripping the bedpost for support. One step, then another. I shuffled across the room, determined to make it to the living room where I could find him. Each step was a reminder of the night before, and with every movement, I felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck.

As I entered the living room, the sight of Jungkook casually lounging on the couch, his arms draped behind his head, sent my heart racing. The smirk plastered on his face told me he was fully aware of the chaos he had caused.

"Good morning, princess," he said, the amusement evident in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

I shot him a glare, my cheeks flushing. "Like I was hit by a truck," I replied, my tone sarcastic. "Thanks for asking."

His laughter echoed in the room, deep and rich, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and affection at the sound. "I told you to be careful with your teasing, didn't I?" he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But you just had to push me, didn't you?"

I wanted to retort, to push back against his smugness, but the truth was, he was right. I had provoked him, and now I was paying the price. "You're insufferable," I muttered, crossing my arms defensively.

"Maybe, but you're the one who ended up with a sore body and a huge grin on your face," he shot back, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his lips.

"Shut up!" I threw back at him, my tone half-hearted. It was hard to stay mad when all I could think about was how he had made me feel last night. "I can't even walk, and here you are, looking smug as hell."

"Maybe I like seeing you like this," he said, leaning forward with that predatory glint in his eyes. "It reminds me of how much fun we had."

My cheeks flushed again, and I was torn between embarrassment and irritation. "You're unbelievable," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Unbelievably yours," he quipped, his voice low, and something in his tone sent shivers down my spine.

I hated how much that made my heart race. "Ugh, I hate you!" I groaned, despite the smile threatening to break through.

"Sure you do," he said, standing up from the couch, his eyes locked onto mine, full of confidence. "Let me help you."

Before I could protest, he was at my side, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Whoa, easy there, princess. I won't let you fall."