To Love A CEO || JJK

thirteen

Headline: Two Days Since Bombings, No Statements Released by Attendees

This morning, we have a good filling breakfast. We waited for a solid 10 minutes before opening the door to make sure no paparazzi would come swarming in with their pesky cameras. I'm in comfortable shorts and a shirt, Jungkook's in a shirt and sweats.

"What now?" Jungkook asks as he leans back, full from the breakfast. I groan as I force myself to sit up straight.

"Statements," I say as I stand up, offering him a hand to take (he doesn't).

"Can we take a walk?" he suggests instead, looking at me with doe eyes. My mind instantly flashes to the private park the owners of the penthouse have access to but I don't say it.

"Oh no, we'll be noticed. Guess we can't go," I smile sweetly.

"Y'all have a private garden," he challenges, brows raised cockily. I narrow my eyes.

"I'm in shorts," I argue.

"Five minutes," he begs with doe eyes. I know good and well we'll take more than five minutes, but I still say-

"Fine," I deadpan. He grins his stupid smile right after.

***

"Doesn't it smell lovely?" he asks cheerily as he and his stupidly long legs prance about. I sigh dramatically.

"Positively lovely," I reply with a coy smile.

"Let's talk about lunch," he brings the topic up out of nowhere. I raise my brows.

"We just had- fuck-" I yelp as I trip over my shoelaces and fall. Jungkook instantly rushes to my side.

"Are you kidding me?" I groan as I bend my right knee up. At first, it's just white scratches.

Phew. It's not too b-

And then my bitch of a knee starts bleeding - a lot. I swear one more time as Jungkook instantly starts moving.

"I'll carry you," he immediately starts to hook his arms below me to lift me.

"What? No! Just-" I blush (but tilt away so he doesn't see).

"Just stand," I sigh and he does so. Quite frankly, nothing burns or hurts yet - until I grab his hand to stand up. I don't hiss or cry, I just loop my arm around his shoulders (thank God he's tall enough to support me).

"Let's wash the wound in the toilet first," he says as he starts our slow limp to the toilets.

Damn it, washing the wound always hurts.

Thankfully, since the park is private, I can sneak him into the female toilets. He takes out a tissue packet out of his pockets and starts washing and dabbing away at the wound. He does so gently so I don't wince.

After that, he leads me back to the lifts. He knows better than to ask if I'm okay, instead passing me worried glances. At the lift, a woman spots my wound and gasps. She looks to be in her forties and she's in casual attire.

"Are you okay?" she gushes as she walks towards us. My hand grips at Jungkook's shirt.

Does she know us?

"I'm a nurse, I can help," she furrows her brows in worry. I look up to Jungkook who's already nodding.

"That'd be so great-" he starts.

"Just, sit on the bench, I'll get my kit," she hurries into the lift and leaves us in the cold, quiet lobby.

"What was that?" I hiss at Jungkook. He shrugs.