I awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, my body nestled against Jungkook's, our limbs intertwined in a tangle of post-passion comfort. A delicate blush warmed my cheeks as the memories of the previous night flooded back - the fierce kisses, the passionate sex, and the intoxicating dance of desire that had consumed us both.

My gaze shifted down, and I realized that I was completely naked, covered only by a thin sheet. A surprised gasp escaped my lips as I hastily pulled the sheet up to my chest, my heart racing at the realization of our shared intimacy.

Jungkook was sleeping peacefully, his breathing steady and calm. I carefully extricated myself from his hold, my heart pounding in my chest as I slid out of the bed, leaving the warmth of his embrace behind.

My gaze darted around the room, searching for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Panic gnawed at the edges of my mind as I frantically scanned the room, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

With a resigned sigh, I decided to search through the wardrobe for something to wear. Opening its doors, I was met with an array of impeccably tailored suits and stylish ensembles that spoke of Jungkook's impeccable taste.

My fingers brushed against a soft fabric, and I pulled out a black hoodie and a pair of shorts. They were Jungkook's, undoubtedly, and my heart fluttered as I realized that I was about to don his clothing.

After quickly getting dressed, I stole a last glance at Jungkook's sleeping form, a mixture of emotions swirling within me.

Stepping out of the room, I found myself in a corridor that seemed to stretch on endlessly. The mansion was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, each corner holding the promise of uncovering more about the enigmatic man who had captivated my thoughts.

As I made my way down the corridor, I couldn't help but notice the presence of guards stationed strategically, their watchful eyes following my every move. Servants bustled about, attending to their tasks with a quiet efficiency that spoke of a well-orchestrated routine. Cleaners moved with a sense of purpose, tidying up the opulent space.

I descended a grand staircase, my steps echoing softly in the vastness of the mansion. The air seemed to hum with a sense of order and hierarchy, an underlying current of power that pulsed beneath the surface. It was a world that existed beyond the realm of my own, and I couldn't help but feel like an outsider, an interloper in a domain that was not mine to navigate.

As I walked further, I found myself in the heart of the mansion – the kitchen. It was a bustling hub of activity, the clatter of pots and pans creating a rhythmic symphony. My presence seemed to draw the attention of the cook, a stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense demeanor.

"Who are you?" The cook's voice was sharp and cutting, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she assessed me.

Before I could respond, a guard leaned in and whispered something in the cook's ear. The woman's expression shifted from suspicion to something akin to reverence, and she quickly averted her gaze.

"I apologize, miss. I didn't realize," the cook mumbled, her tone now deferential.

I offered her a sheepish smile. "No problem at all. I was just wondering... What does Jungkook like to have for breakfast?"

The cook's lips quirked into a faint smile. "Ah, you're here for Mr. Jungkook's breakfast, I assume?"

I nodded, my curiosity piqued. "Yep, that's right."

The cook's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Well, he has a rather specific diet. You see, he's quite the health enthusiast. Lean proteins, egg whites, whole grains – that sort of thing."

My eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, so no pancakes?"

The cook's brows furrowed, clearly puzzled by my question. "Pancakes? No, miss. I've never seen him eat such things."

A playful pout tugged at my lips, and I couldn't resist a teasing remark. "Really? Not even on cheat days?"

The cook chuckled, her stern exterior softening. "I'm afraid not. Mr. Jungkook takes his fitness quite seriously."

I sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Well, there goes my plan to surprise him with pancakes."

A guard, who had been standing by, leaned in and whispered something to the cook. Her eyes widened, and she immediately nodded.

"It seems there might be a change of plans," she said cryptically, her gaze shifting between me and the guard.

I furrowed my brows, confusion knitting my features. "Change of plans? What do you mean?"

The cook offered me a knowing smile. "If you're determined to make pancakes, I can provide you with the ingredients."

My eyes lit up, and I clapped my hands together excitedly. "Yes, please! I would love to make pancakes for him."

With a friendly nod, the cook began listing off ingredients, and I quickly jotted them down on a nearby notepad.

"Thank you so much," I said with a grin.

With a determined spirit and a hint of excitement, I gathered the ingredients before me, ready to start my mission to make pancakes for the muscle bunny, Jungkook. My fingers danced across the countertop as I laid out the array of items, feeling a surge of anticipation bubbling within me.

"Egg whites, check. Whole wheat flour, check. Banana for sweetness, check," I murmured to myself, running through the mental checklist as I surveyed the scene.

As I cracked the eggs and expertly separated the yolks from the whites, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at my culinary prowess. I had always been a bit of a novice in the kitchen, but there was something about this moment that inspired me to take on the challenge with gusto.

Whisking the egg whites until they formed soft peaks was a task that required patience, a virtue I was determined to master. I watched as the mixture transformed before my eyes, the whites gradually becoming a frothy cloud of perfection.

"Alright, egg whites are ready to go," I declared triumphantly, a satisfied grin tugging at my lips.

Turning my attention to the whole wheat flour, I measured out the precise amount, feeling a sense of accomplishment as I sifted it into the bowl. A banana lay on the counter, its vibrant yellow peel beckoning to me.

"You're up next, little banana," I cooed, my voice filled with affection as I peeled away the fruit's skin, revealing its soft and creamy interior.

With a swift motion, I mashed the banana until it reached the perfect consistency, a mixture of sweetness and natural flavors that would undoubtedly add a delightful twist to the pancakes.

"Time to mix it all together," I announced, my determination unwavering as I combined the egg whites, flour, and mashed banana, watching as the batter took shape before my eyes.

The skillet sizzled invitingly as I poured a dollop of batter onto the heated surface, the aroma of cooking pancakes filling the air. I watched with anticipation as bubbles formed on the surface, a sign that the pancake was ready to be flipped.

"Here goes nothing," I whispered to myself, my heart racing as I expertly slid the spatula beneath the pancake and flipped it over, revealing a perfectly golden underside.

A sense of accomplishment swelled within me as I continued the process, flipping pancake after pancake, each one a small victory in my quest to create a delicious breakfast for Jungkook.

As the last pancake sizzled to perfection, I carefully arranged them on a plate, a stack of fluffy goodness that filled me with a sense of pride and joy.

"Voila! Pancakes fit for a king," I declared with a triumphant smile, my gaze shifting toward the door as I considered my next steps.

With a determined stride, I made my way back to the room, a plate of pancakes in hand and a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The sight of Jungkook, still sleeping peacefully, warmed my heart and fueled my determination to surprise him.

Carefully, I placed the plate on a nearby table, my gaze lingering on his handsome features. He looked so peaceful, so utterly himself in this vulnerable moment.

As my fingers brushed against his cheek, I felt a rush of courage surging through me. With a soft smile, I whispered to myself, "Time to wake the sleeping prince with a feast fit for royalty."

"Jungkook," I whispered softly, my voice carrying a hushed melody that I hoped wouldn't startle him.

His eyes fluttered open, a glint of surprise quickly replaced by recognition. A small smile graced his lips, a sight that made my heart skip a beat.

"Sooyeon," he murmured, his voice warm and velvety.

I blushed under his gaze, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me. "Guess what? I made breakfast."

His brows lifted in mild curiosity, his gaze shifting to the plate before returning to meet mine. "Breakfast?"

I nodded, a mixture of shyness and excitement bubbling within me. "Yep. Pancakes, to be exact."

A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Pancakes?"

I nodded again, my cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "Yeah. I thought it might be a nice surprise."

He sat up slightly, his gaze fixated on the plate of pancakes as he reached out to take one. I watched, my heart pounding, as he took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.

"They're good," he declared, his lips quirking into a smile that sent my heart aflutter.

Relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but beam back at him. "I'm glad you like them."

As we engaged in light conversation, the initial nervousness began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and comfort that felt like second nature. I found myself drawn to his presence, our words flowing effortlessly between us.

"By the way," He ventured, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "How about I eat you for breakfast instead?"

I grinned, feeling a burst of courage. "I don't mind."

His eyes darkened momentarily, desire evident in his gaze as a low, husky chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Is that so?"

With a gentle grace, I settled onto the bed beside him, my heart fluttering as his gaze met mine. It was as if a silent pact had been formed between us, a promise of something deeper, more intimate.

As our bodies shifted closer, a delicate shiver danced down my spine, a mixture of anticipation and desire intertwining in the air. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending a wave of sensations that left me breathless and yearning for more.

In the midst of this intimate connection, the chiming of my phone momentarily disrupted the enchanting atmosphere. I retrieved it with a soft smile, answering the call with a sense of reluctance, my voice carrying a sensuous undertone.

"Hey, Mom," I purred into the phone, the allure of the moment lingering in the air.

"Where are you, Sooyeon?" Her voice held a tinge of concern, pulling me momentarily from the captivating spell that Jungkook had cast.

I glanced at him, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I'm spending the day at Eunbi's place, remember?"

There was a pause on the other end, a hint of skepticism evident in her tone. "Alright, just make sure you're safe."

"I will, Mom," I assured her, a twinkle of mischief in my eyes as I imagined her wary expression."Love you, Sooyeon."

"Love you too, Mom." The call ended, and I turned my attention back to the man whose presence seemed to envelop me.

His fingers traced delicate patterns along my arm, their touch igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.

In a slow, deliberate movement, our lips met, the taste of longing and possibility lingering in the air. The world around us faded into obscurity, leaving only the sensation of his touch, the rhythm of our breaths in perfect harmony.

Amidst the tender intimacy, his voice broke the silence, a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "You're a dangerous distraction." I arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eyes. "Oh, I'm not the one who has a reputation for danger."

A faint smile tugged at his lips, his fingers trailing down my arm with a feather-light touch. "Touché."

In the soft light of the morning, our bodies intertwined, I surrendered to the allure of desire and the promise of an unspoken connection. It was a moment of shared vulnerability, a bond that transcended words, drawing us closer together in a way that felt inevitable.

"Jungkook," I asked solemnly, "what are we now?"

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine before he finally replied, "I can't answer that for now."

A surge of frustration overwhelmed me, and I clenched my fists. "After taking my virginity, you can't even give me a straight answer? Are you kidding me?"

His expression shifted to a mix of guilt and understanding. "Sooyeon, it's not that simple. My life is a dangerous one. Being with me—it's not safe."

I felt a rush of anger rise within me, my voice trembling. "So you think you can just decide what's best for me? You don't get to make that choice, Jungkook!"

He reached out to touch my arm, his voice low and earnest. "Please, Sooyeon, try to understand. I'm doing this because I care about you."

The tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head, unable to contain my emotions. "Care about me? You have a strange way of showing it." I turned away, my heartache consuming me.

Jungkook moved closer, his voice soft and regretful. "Sooyeon, I never meant to hurt you."

I pulled away from his touch, my voice choked with tears. "Just leave me alone!"

He stood there, watching me as I fled from the house, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and concern. He didn't follow, letting me go, perhaps realizing that some wounds needed time to heal.

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