Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 125

         I can't sleep. The plan keeps running through my mind. 

It's already today. 

I can feel it—the day has already begun. 

I turn to look at Jungkook. He's fast asleep, his face half-buried in the pillow. He looks so soft like this. 

I can't keep staring. I turn away again. 

Why do I keep comparing this plan to an assassination? 

It's not the same. 

I'm just helping Taehyung escape. 

I don't want to hurt him. 

I glance at Jungkook again. My fingers instinctively reach for his hair, gently caressing the strands. 

Jin wanted me to use sleeping pills. But I won't. I don't want to hurt him. 

"You'll be fine," I whisper, my gaze lingering on him. 

I shouldn't feel guilty. 

"I shouldn't overthink," I murmur under my breath. 

Suddenly, Jungkook's eyes flutter open. He looks straight at me. 

My breath catches. My eyes widen. 

Shit. 

I quickly turn away, pressing my lips together. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep— 

His hand slides around my waist. 

"Babe, do you still have energy left?" 

"Huh?" The question throws me off.

But I still worry if he heard me talking to myself just now.

Jungkook hums, his voice laced with sleep. "Doesn't feel right to not have sex on our wedding night." His hand starts roaming my skin. "I can't sleep. So... do you have energy left, or are you sleepy?" 

I don't know whether to laugh or scream. 

Damn... this is so unnatural. 

Before I can respond, he buries his face in my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Then, his hand cups my breast, his touch igniting something in me within seconds. 

I gasp. 

Jungkook pulls back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"I'll take that as a yes." 

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         I open my eyes with a groggy murmur. 

Damn, my head feels heavy. I'm still so sleepy. 

I slump back into the pillow and shut my eyes. 

Then, suddenly— 

The plan. 

Panic jolts through me as I sit up abruptly. My eyes dart to the wall clock. 

1:36 PM?! 

Did I pass out? 

Oh... right. I had sex with Jungkook last night. 

Maybe I was too exhausted. 

But the plan—where is Jungkook?! 

Heart pounding, I throw off the covers and rush out of the room. He wouldn't have gone to the office today, right? It's our first day after marriage. 

As I step into the hallway, a housekeeper greets me with a polite nod. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Jeon."