The Mafia's Forced Wife (18+) ✔️

Chapter 9 | The Morning

Y/N'S POV

For some strange reason, my bed seemed much more comfortable this morning and I couldn't help but sigh in contentment as I shuffled closer the source of the comfort.

Maybe it was because Seong Hee had changed the sheets yesterday...even the scent of the bed was so mouth-watering that I just wanted to bury my face into the sheets and inhale the addictive musky scent.

"Mmmmm, which fabric softener did you use Seong Hee. This is sooo good." I giggled half-asleep, throwing my legs over what seemed like a very warm, solid plushie.

But it wasn't really just the softness of the bed making me feel all happy first thing in the morning.

It was just that spending time with Jungkook yesterday, without the pressure of making a conversation with him, or starting an argument with him, weighing me down, had left me feeling all warm and bubbly inside.

He had asked me the most basic questions about myself, ones that I wasn't sure I even had the answers to, but he'd kept on talking to me like he had all the time in the world and nothing better to do than to sit in front of me, watch me paint and comment about how silly I looked with paint splattered across my cheeks.

And then, he'd simply got up, kissed my cheek out of the blue and walked off with his men like he did it everyday. As if he knew he'd left me in a daze with that one innocent kiss and wanted me to think about it all day.

And then, Seong Hee had told me all that he'd been up to for the last few days.

Turns out all the soft women he had been with were women working at his clubs, paid hefty amounts just to walk into this estate in skimpy clothing and to spend the entire night in one of the guest rooms while Jungkook stayed cooped up in his office, working.

I'd been shocked to hear that bit of information. No wonder we'd bumped into each other that night. I could've never expected him to be awake at that time and neither did he.

Smiling like a fool, I clung onto the warmth of the pillow, that is until I felt something poke my thigh.

In a second, I was on my knees, my eyes wide open as I stared at Jungkook who was looking down at me through half-hooded eyes, a lazy but amused expression plastered on his handsome face.

Gosh, was it even possible to wake up looking that good? He was literally the epitome of #iwokeuplikethis.

"What are you doing here?!" I quickly tried to scramble off the bed, still clutching the sheets to myself because I wasn't so sure about the decency of my nightwear, but Jungkook wasn't having any of it as he grabbed onto my ankle in a flash, proceeding to grab my arm and throw me back into the bed.

"You weren't so eager to leave just a few minutes ago." He smirked, hovering above me as a small chuckle escaped his throat.

"Hell, I almost thought you were gonna eat me up the way you were sniffing me all over." He laughed, more like snickered, leaving my cheeks burning.

What the hell? Why the fuck was I sniffing him up?

I just could not believe my eyes that he looked this good first thing in the morning.

To see him almost half naked—dressed in just a pair of shorts, after always seeing him dressed in business suits felt like a kick in the gut and I couldn't help but squirm under his gaze as he held me captive underneath him, hands stretched out to hold down both of my wrists against the mattress.

"I didn't know you had sneaked into my bed." I blurted, trying my best not to struggle against his hold.

I knew his grip on me wasn't meant to hurt me, but I just couldn't help but feel a bit trapped finding my body totally immobilised under his strong, lithe figure. "You're not allowed to do that, you know?"