His Ultimate Obsession

33.Deceptive Comfort

After the concert was over, the adrenaline still buzzed in the air as the BTS members filed into their hotel. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and the excitement of a successful show. They had just finished performing in front of thousands of fans in Paris, and the high from the crowd's energy was still palpable.

Jungkook and Ragini walked side by side, their hands intertwined, basking in the aftermath of the concert. The night was still young, but exhaustion tugged at their limbs. As they entered their suite, Ragini couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

Jungkook pulled Ragini into his arms, their bodies fitting perfectly together. He inhaled her familiar scent, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "I can't believe how incredible tonight was," he murmured, running his fingers through her damp hair.

"Right? It was amazing! You were incredible out there," Ragini replied, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

As they cuddled on the bed, Ragini nestled against Jungkook's chest, feeling his heart beat steadily beneath her.

The next morning, Ragini woke up early, the soft light of dawn filtering through the hotel curtains. She stretched and reached for her laptop, determined to tackle the mountain of work that had been piling up. With Jungkook's concert in Paris and her excitement about being with him, she had pushed her workload aside, but now she felt the pressure to catch up.

As she opened her laptop, the familiar ping of emails greeted her, sending a wave of anxiety through her. She sighed, glancing over at Jungkook, who was still fast asleep beside her. His tousled hair and peaceful expression made her heart flutter, but the stress of her responsibilities quickly took over.

After a few minutes of focusing on her tasks, she heard Jungkook stir. He groaned softly, blinking awake to find Ragini already at work. His brow furrowed slightly as he propped himself up on one elbow, studying her.

"Hey, what are you doing up so early?" Jungkook mumbled, his voice husky from sleep.

"I just need to finish some work before we head out today," she replied, not looking away from her screen. "I've got a lot to catch up on, and I can't put it off any longer."

Jungkook's expression shifted from sleepy concern to frustration. He pushed the covers off and sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal his toned chest. "Sweetheart, you can't keep doing this. You came to Paris to enjoy the concert and spend time with me, not to stress over work."

Ragini paused, glancing at him with a small smile. "I know, but I can't help it. I have deadlines to meet. Besides, I don't want to fall behind because I'm here."

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "You work too hard. I get it; your job is important, but you deserve to relax and enjoy this time. I don't want to see you stressed out."

Ragini's heart warmed at his concern, but she felt a pang of guilt. "I appreciate that, Kookie, I really do. But I need to make sure everything is in order. I'll be done in a couple of hours, I promise."

"Fine," he relented, though he still looked displeased. "But after you finish, we're doing something fun together. No work allowed. It's a rule."

Ragini laughed softly, finding his protectiveness adorable. "Okay, I'll hold you to that. Just let me get this done first, and then I'll be all yours."

"Deal," Jungkook said, his expression softening. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple, sending a shiver down her spine. "Just don't overdo it, okay? I want you to enjoy Paris, not work through it."

"I will, I promise," she assured him, returning her focus to her laptop as he stood up to get ready for the day.

As Ragini sat at the small table in their hotel room, furiously typing away on her laptop, Jungkook watched her with a mix of admiration and frustration. She was so focused on her work, her brow furrowed in concentration, that she hardly noticed him at all. Each click of the keyboard felt like a reminder that he was sharing her with her job-something he was not okay with.