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AUTHOR'S POV
The soft rays of morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming the room in a gentle glow.
YN's eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the brightness. She shifted slightly, only to realize she was wrapped in a warm, cozy duvet instead of the silk sheets she had fallen asleep in.
Blinking in confusion, she looked around the room.
Everything was spotless-the bed was made, the rose petals that had been scattered across it were gone, and the cake and wine from the night before had disappeared from the table.
It was as if the passionate chaos of last night had been erased, leaving behind only tranquility.
Her gaze dropped to herself, noticing she was dressed in an oversized white silk shirt, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. She felt... fresh, clean, and cared for.
A blush crept across her cheeks as memories of the night before rushed back-the way he had touched her, held her, teased her with such sweet torture.
Did he do all of this? she thought, her heart swelling at the idea of his tenderness.
But Jungkook was nowhere in sight. She glanced around the room, her brows knitting slightly in curiosity.
Somehow, she just knew-he must be downstairs.
She carefully tried to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, intending to get up and find him.
But the moment her feet touched the floor, a sharp pain shot through her core, radiating to her abdomen and thighs. She winced, her knees buckling under her.
Before she could hit the ground, strong arms caught her mid-fall.
"Careful sweetheart," a deep, familiar voice murmured, laced with concern.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see Jungkook, his dark eyes scanning her with worry.
He was dressed in casual black sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, his hair still slightly damp, as though he had just showered.
"You shouldn't push yourself like that," he said softly, his brows furrowed. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, cradling her as though she weighed nothing.
"I-I didn't think it would hurt this much," she admitted, her voice a little breathless as she blushed deeply, embarrassed but touched by his protectiveness.
Jungkook's lips twitched into a small, knowing smirk. "I did tell you to take it easy, didn't I?" he teased gently, his tone warm. "You were... enthusiastic last night, though, so I'm not surprised."
Her blush deepened, and she swatted his arm lightly, making him chuckle.
He carried her back to the bed, setting her down carefully against the plush pillows.
