𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 ℬ𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 || J.Jk

PART 15 ( sorry all of u 😭 )

    Hi guys , i dont know what i have written in this chapter... plz adjust this time. I am not in my correct sense as my periods were delayed, and i am getting stupid, kind of moodswings .....

Plz vote and comment. Give me more ideas. I am requesting u all tq

                      Flashback :

"Thank God Jungkook isn't here, or he'd probably insist on dressing me himself!"she said and huffed
After saying this, she would have just stopped when a voice whispered near her ear.

" Are You missing me, Darling? " .....

                 Flashback end -

" Are you missing me, Darling? " ......

As a voice whispered in her ears and she know who is the owner of that voice his breath was fanning against her skin as she felt a hand wrapped around her torso and as gasp when groped her right boob and squeezed it .

She was not wearing her bra as she was in the robe, and she slightly turned around, and their faces were just a few inches apart, so close that every breath between them could be felt.

As jk peck her lips and smiled softly, making her grin also

"Do you want me to help you choose an outfit?"

he offered, his voice soft. She gave a small nod in disagreement, making him furrowed in confusion .

" Why ?" Jk said

"I've already picked one,"

yn said, holding up the dress for him to see. His eyes scanned it before a soft smile spread across his face.

"This will look absolutely stunning on you,"

jk said, his voice full of warmth. He reached out and gently took the hanger from her hand, holding it as if imagining how perfect it would look on her.

"I'll put it on for you,"

Jk spoke , his voice steady, making her heart skip a beat.

"No, really, I can manage,"

yn  protested, her words hurried, but his deep, firm "Hmm" stopped her in her tracks. It wasn't just a sound; it was a warning, a subtle command.

She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, knowing there was no point in resisting. Silently, she stood still, her hands nervously clasped together, waiting for what would come next.

As He gently turned her around, her back now pressed against his chest. Slowly, his hands moved toward the knot of her robe.

As he began to loosen it, her breath hitched, her heart racing. With a delicate motion, he untied the knot, and the bathrobe loosened,  slightly open.

Now that it had come undone, he let his hands move softly toward her shoulders, his touch careful yet deliberate.

He gently slid the robe off her shoulders, revealing her milky white skin as it slipped down her back.

He stopped at her waist, leaving her half-exposed, the robe still tied there to maintain some modesty.

Her breath came out in heavy, uneven waves, the only sound breaking the stillness between them.

He picked up the dress and carefully helped her into it, the fabric gliding over her skin.

There was no need for a bra, as the dress already had built-in padding. Once she was fully dressed, he quietly pulled up the zipper, his fingers brushing lightly against her back as he secured it in place.