Insight into the chapter

"He knows who you are! What happens now?"

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"I know who you are. Your face told me all that I needed to know."

No, no, no, no, no.

"You are not just Eun Jeong Park... You can't hide it from me any more, Eun Jeong Park, daughter of Nam Gil Park."

My fight or flight response took over, and in a flash, I launched myself off the bed, my nakedness was secondary to survival.

"Eun Jeong! Wait!"

As you tried to clamber out of the bed, I twirled around, delivering a quick kick to square into your chest.

"No!"

You staggered back as I made a beeline to the door, but before I was able to open it, you recovered and caught up to me, holding me tightly and restraining me.

"LET ME GO, JUNGKOOK! YOU WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE!"

"Calm down, Piccola! I promise I am not going to hurt you!" You held me close to your body, heart pounding in your chest. At first, I tried to fight you off, but with each passing second, I realized that your hold was meant to comfort, not to contain.

"I..."

"It's okay, Piccola... I promise. Just relax."

I stopped fighting back, letting you hold me close as we both stood nude in the middle of my apartment.

"You... you know who I am? How long have you known?"

You eased yourself from the embrace, placing your hands gently on my shoulders.

"I have had my suspicions for a while now, but when you answered my question... Well, I had my confirmation."

"So, what happens now?"

Taking my hand, you walked me back to the bed, the two of us sat on it's edge in a close embrace.

"Right now? Nothing. It is late and we are both tired. The best thing we can do is get some rest."

"And what about your dad?"

You sighed heavily, staring off into the distance absentmindedly.

"My father... He is a cruel man, and an absolute bad father. I am on your side, Eun Jeong. Not his."

"I see... You know he will kill you when he finds out you have betrayed him. You can't piss of someone like Don Chan Yeol and just get away with it even if he is your father."

"Oh, believe me, Eun Jeong, I know exactly what he is capable of. If he want to try and take me out, he is more than welcome to try, but he will live to regret it."

You squeezed me gently in your arms, leaning close to kiss me. As our lips met, I realized that this kiss felt... different.

No secrets... no hiding... It is like I am kissing him for the first time.

As I leaned into the kiss, my eyes grew heavy, limbs were weary from the day.

Gently, you laid me back down onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to my shoulders. Your expression softened. Concern was visible on your face.

"Is there something else going on, Jungkook?"

"I... No, it is all good, Eun Jeong. Get some sleep. We will talk about it some more in the morning, okay?"

"Okay. Good night, Jungkook."

Within moments of laying my head down on your hand, my eyes closed tightly. Time slipped away until I was roused from sleep sometime later.

I was startled from my sleep by the bed violently shaking, and your screams echoing through the small apartment.

"Ah!"

"Jungkook! Are you okay?!"

You sat straight up, sweat was pouring from your face, you were panting heavily to catch your breath.

"I... I am so sorry, Eun Jeong. I am okay... I am okay. I just had a nightmare."

I watched you cautiously as you struggled to catch your breath, eyes alternating between wide open, and clenched tightly shut. You grabbed the blankets as if your life depends on it.

I have never seen Jungkook like this before... never this scared. He needs me right now... maybe I can comfort him and make him feel better!

"Jungkook, let me hold you... it's going to be okay." Pulling you closer, I pressed your head to my chest slightly muffling your gasping breaths.

"It was... it was so damn real."

"It's okay, Jungkook. I have got you. You are safe here."

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your breathing, until your body was a little more still.

"Do you want to talk about it, Jungkook?"

"It was... something from when I was a kid. Seeing my mom filled with bruises."

"Are you saying... your dad hit your mom?"

"I saw it myself only once. He must have kept it behind closed doors."

"I am so sorry, Jungkook."

You heaved a sigh, your anxious breathing was now calmer. One of your hands gripped the bedsheets tightly.

"It's okay, Eun Jeong. I am okay. It happened a long time ago."

"When did that happen?"

You wrapped an arm around my waist, snuggling deeper into my chest.

"I was maybe six or so at that time. I woke up really late at night and wanted some water. When I got to the kitchen, I saw Mom. Her and dad had been out all day, supposedly with some friends in the Hamptons."

Leaning back into the bed once more, I continued to hold you closer to my body, gently stroking your hair.

"I am sorry for waking you up like this, Piccola. This has never happened while I have been with someone else."

"It's okay, Jungkook."

"Thank you for talking me through it."

"Of course. I am not leaving your side. I promise."

You shifted your head upwards, kissing my lips gently, then pressed your forehead to my own.

"And there is nowhere else I would rather be than by your side as well, Piccola."

Give you a kiss on your forehead, I ran my finger through your hair. You contentedly closed your eyes.

"Try to get some sleep, Jungkook. Okay? I will be right here if you need me."

"I will try, Piccola."

Drifting off the sleep, my dreams were a hazy swirl of car chases, gunfire, and uncertainty, but as sunlight dappled through my window the following morning, I felt well-rested.

As I sat up in bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes, I glance over at you who was sound asleep and gently snoring.

He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping. After that intense nightmare last night, he definitely deserves to wake up to breakfast in bed.

Rising from the bed and grabbing whatever loose clothes I could scrounge up, I set to work in the kitchenette, mixing batter for pancakes, while bacon sizzled away on the stovetop.

Shoot! Is this what normal couples are like? Lazy mornings? Breakfasts? I always thought my life would be... Regimented? Disciplined? Definitely not like this... I could get used to this.

As I started cooking the pancakes, I glanced over at you and you were still lying in bed.

He is going to have to get up sometime. I will wake him up by starting a tickle war! This might be a good and happy start of the day.

After finishing the pancakes, I loaded up two plates setting them on the bedside table. I snuck up next to you, arms outstretched for their ticklish treachery.

"Good morning, Jungkook!"

In a flurry of moment, I swoop in, fingers seeking out every possible ticklish spot within reach as you reflexively curled up tighter.

"Ah! Don't do this, Eun Jeong!"

After a momentary playful struggle, you were able to overpower me, holding me tightly to prevent me from tickling you.

"Ha! Looks like the table have turned, Eun Jeong!""

You took your plate, and while I relaxed in bed, I enjoyed breakfast and the quiet morning. I snuck a glance at your face, only to see you sneaking a peek right back.

Is this what it is like? Is this just what normal people do? It's nice... relaxing.

As I took a bite from my food, you slowly picked at yours, glancing outside through the window at the sun-drenched city.

"You know, Jungkook, this would be a lot easier if we worked together," I said as I pointed towards our plates.

We each took our forks stabbing a few pieces from our respective plates, holding then tantalizingly up to one another.

"You first, Eun Jeong."

"Okay," I took a bite from your hand and as I chew thoughtfully, you took a bite from my hand. The whole time my our eyes never break their intense contact.

As we savored the mingled sweetness and butteriness of our pancakes, our shoulders slumped with relaxation. It has been a long time since life has felt this calming.

"Do you... do you think we have more mornings like this, Jungkook?"

"I certainly hope so, my sweetie."

My sweetie? Now, this is a very different Jungkook than the one I am used to. The thought of waking up every morning and listening to him talk like that... the fact that he is still half-asleep is even cuter.

The tingling sensation of your fingertips on my face pulled me from my reverie, and I realized that your eyes were locked on mine, faces mere inches apart.

"Breakfast was delicious, Babe."

Ah! He is making it hard for me control myself.

"Pancakes are your favorite. Just like it said in my file about you, Eun Jeong."

"Is that so? And what is your favorite food, Jungkook?"

You smirked as you chewed your food. Your smoldering gaze made my cheeks burn.

"I will give you once guess..."

"I walked right into that one."

"You got a little something on your mouth. Let me get that for you."

My cheeks burnt with excitement and you leaned in, and I gave in to your kiss, the faint taste of syrup was still on your tongue as it ran from the corner of my lips to eventually meet my own.

Oh god... I can't think about anything... No work... no gangs... just us for now.

Wrapping your arms around my waist, you pulled me closer, kicking the blankets away so not a single sheet would separate us.

You moved downwards with your kissing, your lips tenderly caressed the delicate skin in my neck, while one hand moved up my side, holding me firmly in place.

I guess I could give him a mark telling that he is mine now.

Lifting myself up to straddle you, I eased my arms around your waist, burying my head into your beck. You gave a short, deep chuckle as I suck at your exposed neck.

"Careful, Piccola... Between this and breakfast in bed, you are going to spoil me."

I bite down slightly on your neck, enjoying the quick jolt of surprise of your body pushing against mine. I suck a little harder, lips wandered to just below your stubble. I stopped myself from giggling with satisfaction at the growing stiffness of your manhood beneath me.

You set your half-finished plate of food on the bedside table, crossing your arms matter-of-factly and gave me a hungry grin.

"Alright, Piccola... I can't eat another bite until I eat what I really want." Your eyes ran up and down the length of my body, desire permeated every facet of your expression. "Somehow, Piccola, you are always leaving me starving for more."

Oh god... the thought of his tongue on me first thing in the morning... that would wake me up better than any cup of coffee! Of course, he also looks like he is pretty excited too. I could have all kinds of fun with that.

"Oh, Jungkook, then I think I should let you eat what you want. I don't want you to starve. Let's spice this breakfast up a bit!"

"Oh? What did you have in mind? I want to hear you say it, Babe."

I leaned in closer, whispering seductive into your ear. "I want... for you to tongue me into oblivion."

Playfully pushing me onto my back, you slowly climbed in top of me, positioning yourself between my legs.

"Good think I saved some space for desert."

Moving your body lower, you eased off my sweatpants, taking a moment to admire me. A shudder gripped me as your lips met my glistening sex, giving me a long, enticing lick.

With a long, lingering upward swipe of your tongue, I gripped the bed sheets, savoring the exquisite pressure of your tongue.

Your throat rumbled, the vibration tickled my delicate folds and left me squirming with delight.

Your hands glided to my wrists, holding me firmly down against the bed while your tongue continued its up and down motion along my flower.

You pressed your face a little harder while your hands gripped my wrist. Unable to move, a wave of euphoria raised in the pit of my stomach.

As you plunged your tongue deeper, my hips pressed instinctively against your face. My body begged for release with every stroke of your month on my sex that threatened to push me to the brink.

As you gave my clit fast and powerful licks, I closed my eyes, focusing all my attention on your touch.

Pressing my legs around your head as I neared climax, I suddenly opened my eyes as I gave myself over to the pleasure of your intense tongue strokes.

My body convulsed with rapture against your face as I orgasmed. The shuddering pulses left me breathless.

Shifting to sit next to me, you helped me pull my sweatpants back up, giving me a sly wink.

Resting my head against you, you sheepishly glanced at your half-finished breakfast.

"I guess I would better actually finish my breakfast now."

You quickly finished your food, taking both mine and you plate over to the sink. You threw on some clothes managing to make the dress shirt and pants look more casual.

"Let me do the dishes, Eun Jeong. It is the least I can do after you made breakfast."

I watched as you finished rolling up your sleeves, getting to work on cleaning the dishes. As you worked, you snuck a peek over your shoulder to watch me get dressed.

"Jungkook, keep your eyes on the dishes!"

You paused from the dishes, running your eyes up and down appraisingly.

"Fine... But I just wanted to get a good look and admire you a bit, Babe."

Giving a quick spin for you, you nodded approvingly and returned back to the dishes. After a few minutes, you finished your work, then sat on the edge of my bed, beckoning me to join.

He is not trying to get frisky, is he?

As I sat next to you, there was a faraway look on your eyes, something was clearly troubling you.

"Eun Jeong, there is something I need to discuss with you. I wanted to tell you this last night, but there was just so much going on. You... you need to hear this with a clear head."

"Okay. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close. The warmth and strength of your body eased my tension.

"I know, Eun Jeong. But something like this deserved more headspace than either of us had last night."

"I understand... Alright then, what is going on?"

"I, ah... I know your father a little better than you might realize."

"What do you mean, Jungkook?"

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