CEO KIM (Vkook) ✔️ ( Re-writting)

Chapter 23:

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The first thing Jungkook felt was… warmth.

Not the usual kind that came from blankets or the hotel’s thermostat. But the kind that came from a person. A slow, steady heat that wrapped around his back and chest like a secret he hadn't meant to fall asleep holding.

His eyes fluttered open to a sliver of morning light pouring in through the partially drawn curtains. The Paris skyline outside was painted in soft gray-blue, with golden hints beginning to peek over the rooftops.

And inside the quiet room…

He realized something else.

He wasn’t just warm.

He was held.

Taehyung’s arm was still wrapped around his waist. Firm, protective, and completely unmoving — like his body hadn’t even thought of letting go overnight.

Jungkook stiffened slightly.

Not in fear.

Just in sudden awareness.

Oh my god. I slept like this?
In his arms? Like a rom-com main character??
And my legs—are our legs touching?!

He peeked down slowly and regretted it immediately.

Yes. Their legs were tangled.

Taehyung’s thigh was slotted between his, and Jungkook’s own leg was basically draped over the man’s.

He bit down a squeak.

Abort. Abort mission. Escape immediately, bunny.

But when he tried to shift—

Taehyung’s grip tightened instinctively.

A sleepy noise rumbled behind him, soft and low like a tiger purring in its sleep.

“Mm… stay still…”

Jungkook froze.

IS HE AWAKE?!

But no, Taehyung’s voice was hoarse with sleep and laced with that half-dreamy tone that came before full consciousness.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

He could feel Taehyung’s breath against his nape.

Could feel his own pulse hammering in his ears.

Okay. Okay. Be normal. It’s just your boss. The guy who confessed to you under the Eiffel Tower last night. Nothing to panic about.

But he was absolutely panicking.

Another slow exhale hit the back of his neck.

Then—

Taehyung shifted.

The arm around Jungkook’s waist slid away gently, fingers brushing his sweater as if reluctant to leave.

Jungkook held his breath.

And then… silence.

Taehyung had turned onto his back.

Now facing the ceiling.

Jungkook waited.

Waited.

Peeked.