Kim Hana, a successful business woman, meets Jeon Jungkook who runs a business too. The two young aspiring CEOs are then bound together by a frustrating court case. Will Kim Hana learn to love a CEO?
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"Hana, I swear, if we watch this, I'm going to hug you to sleep," Jungkook practically cries as he buries himself in my blankets.
"Don't be such a baby, this isn't that scary," I tease him as I hit the play button. The room is dark and the rain is stronger than ever, harshly pelting at my window. To be quite frank, I've never watched this movie before either so I don't know how scary it'll be. Horror movies usually aren't too bad for me - that's what I'm counting on.
For the first half hour of the movie, Jungkook is clutching tightly onto the sleeve. Nothing has jumpscared us yet, though, so he slowly lets my arm go. And then the next half hour is pure horror. It's blood, gore and screams. Now, it's my turn to cling onto his arm. It's the bloodiest thing ever and I wish I'd never done this.
By the end of the movie, he looks paler than ever - and I have no doubt that I do too.
***
"Can we not switch the lights off?" I hear Jungkook already whining as I switch the lights off. Apart from the occasional strike of lightning, it is pitch black.
"It's like 12, you can't sleep with the lights off," I say the exact moment I realise how little sense my argument makes.
"That doesn't even make sense!" he cries out as I get into the right side of the bed. I wrestle to find a pillow to hit him over the head with.
"I have work tomorrow, shut up," I groan and I can practically hear him pouting. I sigh, propping myself up on my shoulders and turning my head to face him.
"It's raining, make good use of the rain and sleep," I say before dropping back down onto the bed.
I watch as his hands cover his face. I chortle as I remove them from his face.
"Are you trying to suffocate?"
"No, I just don't want to see any red eyes in the room."
I roll my eyes as I turn so that my body is facing his, hugging tightly on to my pillow. I let my eyes follow the landscape that is his face. The way his nose slopes up before sloping down to meet his lips. Every part of his face is soft.
"Are you asleep?" he whispers as he covers his face with his hands again. I chuckle tiredly.
"It's barely been five minutes, Jeon, go sleep," I yawn as I remove his hand. Too exhausted to move my hands back, I fall asleep with my hand on his.
***
It's all red and I hear a loud alarm shrieking in the distance. I'm being cornered by bloody children in white clothes. It's a strange mix of black and red. And then there are knives. I'm screaming - or at least I'm trying to, I don't make a sound at all.
It's a dream.
My eyes shoot open as I frantically take in my surroundings. Bed, windows and good Lord, is it still raining? I close my eyes in relief. I turn and see Jungkook, who is significantly closer to me than when we fell asleep, sleeping soundly. The clock reads 3:45am.
Glad to know he's asleep and not up crying his lungs out.
Suddenly, he stirs and his hand fumbles around before tapping on my shoulder.
"It's cold," he rasps, moving even closer to me for warmth. And then the cold hits me. I don't reply, though I grab the remote to turn the temperature up.
"Better?" I ask, my voice low and slightly scratched from sleep. He nods sleepily and I look up at the ceiling so that I'm not looking directly at him - he is a breath away from me and he practically warms my bed.
"I can't sleep," I murmur.
"Too cold?" he asks softly and when I turn, his soft eyes are open.
"Nightmare," I reply, a part of me too proud to admit that I had a nightmare about the horror movie I wanted us to watch. It's silent for a brief moment before I feel him shift right up next to me.
"Hug?" he asks and I freeze. It takes me a few seconds to sling my hand over his waist and wow he is warm. It's like taking some kind of medicine except this kind of medicine makes me woozy with warmth that it sends me to sleep almost straight away. Even though his clothes are covered in the smell of my detergent, his perfume lingers a little, giving off a warm vanilla scent.
Sue me if I start calling Jungkook my home because he really is.
For the first time since June, I sleep well.
***
"Morning," I hear Jungkook's voice the moment I stir awake. My eyes are still shut and I shamelessly hug him tighter.
"Why're you so warm? I'm freezing," I mutter. His chest moves as he laughs softly.
"It's six," he mumbles.
"How is it only six?" I groan.
"It's still dark out, can we just go back to sleep?" he laments. I shake my head.
"I have to get to work and I have to get Mira her breakfast too," I say, still not releasing him from my hug.
"Five minutes," he mutters and I nod. It's comforting to just lay in bed with someone, I've realised. And bless the Gods it's still raining.
"Okay, get up," I mumble as I sit up. Jungkook groans.
"I'll leave your clothes outside the bathroom. Meet me in the kitchen in 15 minutes," I yawn and stretch.
"Why do you have so many of my clothes?"
"Why do you keep leaving them in my house?"
***
I'm now feeling much more awake. Truthfully, this is the earliest I've gotten up without feeling positively drained. I look in the mirror as I tighten the scarf that's keeping my hair up.
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I walk out to see Jungkook in his shirt and pants. He looks like a moody teenager. I laugh and he looks up quizzically.
"I look like I'm your mom," I say and he shakes his head. I busy myself, grabbing my bag and keys as Jungkook sits still.
"By the way, are you going for the business summit next week?" he asks. The business summit is an annual meeting of top executives around the world. We all come together like some evil plot and we plan agendas and even government details.
"Of course, where is it held this year?" I reply as we start putting our shoes on.
"Paris," he grins.
"Romantic," I drawl jokingly.
"I might just propose to some CEO there," he says seriously.
"You? Married? Please," I roll my eyes and he lightly hits me.
"I will find love," he declares. I hum in response, not convinced as I grab a scarf on the shelf.
"What's that for?" he asks. I tie it loosely around his neck.
