Seokjin's point of view

My cheeks reddened in embarrassment when I saw their bewildered faces. The workers looked at me with their horror filled faces, then to the bed, and back at me. I looked away, hiding my humiliation. I turned around and walked away from there letting them do their work.

All I want to do is to dig a hole and curl myself in and disappear.

I squinted my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, imagining what they were probably thinking about.

"No." I almost cried, humiliation was eating me up. Never in my life have I been this mortified, all because a certain someone wanted to see how long she could jump on the bed of Paris.

Why did I have to call the room service and face them where she hid?

I huffed, marching towards my— well uh our? room. I opened the door, preparing some good speech to scold her.

It all vanished when I saw her, looking at the Eiffel Tower while smiling, holding her phone, and capturing some pictures.

She looks beautiful when she smiles.

But that won't stop me from giving her a piece of mind. She's dumb, who the hell jumps on their bed to see if they can jump high or not?

"Sam Sunhee." I called her out, drawing her attention. She looked at me, and then smiled again like a child who just got candy. "Why are you laughing?" I hissed as I walked to her

"They were staring at your helicopter?" She laughed, ugly. Her hand covered her half face while she laughed her ass out.

"What? But my helicopter is in Seoul?" My eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Wait— No—" She couldn't speak further, as she choked on her own laugh. "I didn't mean that helicopter."

"What helicopter did you mean?" I hissed.

"Nevermind." She smiled and jumped on the bed, making her bounce. My eyes widened as she made her comfortable on the bed.

"Sunhee, for god sake don't break this bed. I can't face any more embarrassment."

"Don't worry, it takes more than this to break a bed." She smiled, and that was not innocent at all.

"Eh?"

"This room is so pretty, the view is amazing." She looked at me, and then the view outside.

"I can see the most beautiful piece of art." She again looked at me.

"Is this why you broke the bed?" I crossed my arms. "You wanted to stay in this room because of the beautiful view?" I asked her with an eye raise.

"What are you talking about?" Innocence lashed in her voice, which was very unlikely of her. "I didn't Seokjin, I told you I just wanted to see if I could touch the ceiling or not."

"You said you wanted to see how high you could jump on the Parisian bed." I corrected her.

"Yeah, that's what I meant." I sighed, eyeing her while she laid comfortably on the bed. Sunhee didn't look like someone who would do that, if she wanted to room she would have straight up said it to my face. However, her reason for breaking the bed was also very unlikely, but again it's Sam Sunhee I was talking about.

She is dumb weird, but she is cute so it's okay.

I couldn't believe how someone can look cute while lying on bed, in starfish position, while smiling like crazy.

"Hey, you're occupying the entire space." She perked her head up, and scooted a little making small space for me, and patted it while smiling.

And then when it hit me.

One bed. Two people.

My eyes enlarged, and my hand covered my mouth as I imagined myself sleeping beside her. My heart hammered in my chest on mere thought of this. Sleeping beside each other, waking next to each other and perhaps cuddling each other in sleep.

"Seokjin, are you alright? Oh my god! Why are you so red!?" She jumped off the bed. "Are you sick?" She grabbed my hand, sending butterflies to my stomach.

Yes, us men do get butterflies in our stomachs. (may vary if men are written or not)

"I'm fine." I barely managed not to shutter.

"You don't look fine." She checked my forehead. "You don't have a fever, then why the hell are you so red. Wait—" She stopped and looked at me. "You turned red because I told you to sleep beside me?" My eyes widened.

Fuck all fan fictions writers, they made these girl smart.

"Don't be ridiculous." I laughed, hella awkwardly. "It's just too hot in here." I fanned myself, looking everywhere but her.

"The Aircon is on." I felt my cheeks turning hot.

"Ah, perhaps I need a…bath. Yeah. I need a bath, you know a nice cold— No! No cold, warm? A warm bath? You know how to wear off jet lag?" I shuttered, I just motherfucking shutter.

This day can't be any better.

Before she could speak to me and I could embarrass myself further I hastily ran off to the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

Fuck, I made fool out of myself in front of her.

I ran my fingers in my hair, sighing.

Sleeping with her will be going to hell, for me. Sure, there were tons of cute things, like waking up and seeing her first and seeing her before falling asleep. But what if I did something embarrassing? Like, hugging her in sleep, or worse, moaning her name.

Shit, shit. This is bad, this is bad! Mission abort mission abort.

I can sleep on the sofa. I don't mind.

Sleeping on the sofa will solve all the problems arised by this one room and one bed trope.

But— sleeping beside Sunhee.

Fuck, I'm in dilemma.

There were pros, but there were so many cons, and the biggest one is what if she initiates a kiss again. I understood what happened at the cliff and what happened on the airplane. She initiated the kiss, and fuck all I wanted to kiss her. But I couldn't, not when I was like this.

A married man.

Sure, in the past my marital status didn't stop me from hoeing around, but this was different. I had feelings for her. I wanted to be real, I don't want to be with her when I'm legally committed to someone.

Call this bullshit. I don't care.

I wanna her hers, entirely.

And that was the sole reason I began working on the divorce matter. I had already asked my lawyer to prepare a divorce agreement. I haven't discussed it with Hayoon, but I was pretty sure she would be happy to sign a few papers. The real deal was my fucking parents. I didn't know how I was going to get divorce when I have parents like this, but I'm sure I was going to.

Until then… I'm going to avoid her? Pretend dumb?

Once again I sighed, exhaling deeply to clear my head. I looked around, and stripped my clothes off. I stood under a warm shower, clearing my head, it was a mess.

Think good, think Sunhee.

A smile formed on my lips when fragments of her face popped in my head. The way she looked beautiful while laughing ugly, the way she covered her mouth, the way her eyes almost closed when she smiled, fuck she looked so cute. I wanted to kiss her dumb face, every inch of her, wanted to kiss her soft plum lips, wanted to pin her against the huge glass wall and fuck her against it.

Shit shit shit, I was not supposed to think this.

I sighed, turned on the cold water knob and stood under it until I was done.

I felt so refreshed, a little less but that was fine. I leaned on the basin and looked at myself in the mirror. A smirk formed on my lips, as always I looked handsome. I wore a robe and walked outside while drying my damp hair with a towel.

I looked around the room when I didn't see Sunhee in the room. I shrugged my shoulders and took out my clothes, a gray pajama set. I was going to sleep the entire day anyway, even though I knew it would be hard to sleep. But since I took a good bath and was tired because of the trip I might fall asleep. I sighed and was about to flop my ass on the bed when I heard some loud noises from outside, as if something fell.

My eyes widened, I jumped out from the bed as I got a flashback of what happened a few hours ago, when I found her panting on a broken bed. My eyes widened when I saw Sunhee, laying at the end of the stairs looking straight at the ceiling as if she was regretting her life decisions. One of her hands gripped a wine bottle and another had two wine glasses. Her hair looked damp, she must have taken a bath in the other bathroom. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, which rolled up giving me a glimpse of her stomach.

No Seokjin, no. Don't think that you fucking pervert!

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shook my head and asked, gaining her attention.

"I found a wine bottle on the center table, I was coming up but I was so excited that I stumbled on my steps and lost my balance." She looked back at the ceiling. "I fell down, got rolley-polley on the stairs." She looked at me again, her face churned into a crying one. "And now my butt hurt as fuck." She cried.

Whereas I looked at her, with wide eyes and parted mouth. I was in horror, disbelief, surprise and most importantly I was not disappointed. After the bed breaking, nothing can faze me.

"You're unbelievable." I climbed down the stairs and grabbed her arm to lift her up. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked as I took the bottle and glasses from her. I didn't know what to say, it was awkward as I saw her fake crying, exaggerating.

"My hand hurts." She cried.

"What am I supposed to do? Call the doctor?" I walked to the sofa, after putting the bottle and glasses down I sat on it.

"Stupid, you're supposed to kiss it better." I blushed, but soon scoffed at it so I made it look like it didn't affect me.

"What are we? 5?"

"Do it." She came and sat beside me, extending her hand. I rolled my eyes, but deep down I was thinking if I should do it or not. It didn't matter, I was childish and was innocent.

Kisses are innocent until they are done with tongue.

"Alright. But stop whining after that, if that continues to hurt then I will call the doctor." Her eyes widened when I took her hand in my hand, gently pressing my lips on the back of her hand. I looked up to see her red flushed cheeks, eyes looking at me. My lips formed into a smirk, knowing my effects on her.

"Now better—"

"No! ouch! My puchie hurts." She cried again.

"Your what?" I looked at her perplexed, she narrowed her eyes, her face flushed more.

"Nevermind it was a bad idea. Good thing you're stupid otherwise that would have being my 13th reason." She mumbled.

"Are you okay? Or perhaps you hit your head hard?" I asked her, closing the distance between her to check her dumb head.

"I'm fine, it wasn't much." She held my hand, stopping me. "Let's drink. You have no idea how long I wanted to drink this wine. It's all over the internet." She again mumbled, which I didn't bother to listen to because I was focused on something else.

A bruise on the side of her head.

It was bad, it was so bad. Not the bruise, it was little and nothing major. What was bad was that I was having an uncontrollable urge to kiss her, her bruise. Or was it the urge to feel the feeling of having my lips against her soft skin? I shouldn't do that, I was aware of my boundaries and what I have set for myself for my good, her good, for our good.

But at this point, when she was so close to me the boundaries were slowly becoming blur, very blur. I was slowly losing my self control, wanting nothing more than to just kiss her.

"I'll go and bring a wine opener." She stood up but before she could move further I grabbed her hand and pulled her back making her sit on the sofa. Her wide eyes looked at me, questioning my actions. I gulped, now there was no going back.

I leaned in, making her wide eyes wider. Slowly I removed some strands of her hair and placed my lips gently on her bruise. I parted after a few seconds and looked into her round eyes. Her cheeks were red, so red.

"I kiss the bruise better. Is it hurting now?" I pretended to be innocent, of course we both knew what I just did. I softly chuckled when I saw her nodding her head in yes, then no, and then to yes.

"Are you malfunctioning? Is the injury that severe?" I asked, teasing her, making her nod her head in no. "Good, now sit and I will bring the wine opener. You rest and drink." I stood up, thinking about what I just did.

"Let's open it!" Sunhee was excited, so I nodded and opened the wine and poured it into our glasses.

"Cheers to me." She raised her glass, clinking with mine.

"Why cheers to you."

"Because I'm sexy and not stupid unlike you." I rolled my eyes, cominy from a dumb herself.

"Cheers." I clinked my glass with her and took a small sip while Sunhee chugged it in one gulp.

"More!" She yelled and poured more wine into her glass, whereas I just looked at her. Her one glass turned into two glasses, two turned into four and four turned into eight. I didn't stop her because, when I did she slapped my hand away and took the wine bottle for herself. Another reason for not stopping her was, she looked cute when drunk. But I wished I had stopped her when she was a little drunk because now she was a mess, of course she completed the fifth glass while I was on my second. And my eyes widened when she began to drink from the bottle.

"Okay that's it. Put that down." I put my glass down and tried to take away the bottle from her hand but she again slapped my hand away.

"Shuuush." She shushed me. "Let me enjoy my youth."

"Sunhee, you're drunk."

"Noooo I'm Sunhee." I sighed, this was hopeless

"Why are you drinking so much?" I asked her as she gulped down the remaining wine.

"Hah!" She sighed, wiping her lips and giving me the bottle. "Because I'm a sad girl."

"And why are you sad?" She was just laughing earlier telling me how she is happy to be in Paris.

"You wanna know what I'm sad?" She whispered, and came closer to me, making my eyes wide. I gasped when she climbed on my lap, settling herself comfortable. I gulped as I looked down where she was sitting.

"Sunhee—" My words got cut as she trailed her fingers on my jawline, her other hand entangled with my hair. Her seductive eyes bored into my wide eyes. 

"You make me sad girl." She leaned her, so close that with a little moment our lips would touch. "You kiss me but won't let me kiss you, it's unfair." She whispered, making me gulp. "It's only fair if I kiss you back right?"

"Yeah." I shook my head, I knew a few minutes ago I said something about not kissing her blah blah blah fuck that shit. That shit can go fuck itself.

"So I can kiss you?"

"Yes." I closed my eyes, my heart thumped in my chest as I anticipated her lips on mine. The moment I was waiting for such a long time.

Blaugh!

I was too stunned to speak, too stunned to react, too stunned to do anything. All I did was sit there, look at her puking on my Zara homewear. My eyes twitched when she stopped and fell on me, her head rested on my chest as soft snores came from her. The audacity to sleep on me after this.

Now I know why they say Karma was a bitch.

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A/N

LMAOOO SEOKJIN IS A VICTIM SKSKSK

HEHE SEOKJIN'S POV, hope now it's all clear.

4:43 am so no proofreading bye.

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