At about eleven in the morning, a beep from my phone woke me up. As I tried to pick my cell, a strong pair of arms grabbed me.

Jimin's head rested on my chest while his arms were around my waist making it impossible for me to move.

Under the dim morning light, his nose line was intensified forming an elegant shadow. His expressions were still and calm.

I found myself wearing the black silk shirt which Jimin had worn yesterday.

I love how he takes care of me after we sleep together because I'm always on the verge of fainting with pleasure and fall asleep first.

I stared at his face for a long time thinking about those days where I thought he was a beast while the person who he is now, I'm falling for him.

I caressed his hair moving my body a little away from him. A simple touch from me made him grab my waist tighter as he inhaled sharply and pulled me closer to his body.

"Jimin," I called out slowly trying to wake him up.

"Hm," he answered in his deep morning voice making me grin.

"Weren't we supposed to go to Korea? When is the flight?" I asked.

After a long pause with his eyes still closed he asked, "What time is it?"

"Eleven," I answered.

"We already missed the flight," he said with the corner of his lips slightly arched as if he was smiling.

"What?" I asked widening my eyes and tried to get away from his grip panicking.

"Why didn't you tell me the timings?" I asked.

"It's alright Ara," he said casually.

"The money spent on the tickets will get wasted and-," he didn't let me complete but quickly pulled me closer and pressed his lips on mine gently.

His dazzling features unexpectedly contained a hint of affection.

I calmed down as my heart started to beat faster the minute his lips met mine.

He pulled away, still cupping my face with his hand and didn't move but stared into my eyes for a while and said, "We'll take the next flight, until then, I want to sleep."

I gulped and lowered my gaze to bite on my lip.

"Okay," I answered in a low voice, almost a whisper.

His eyes were still focused on my face which was making me nervous.

I couldn't help but gently lift my eyelids to look up at his face which was just a few inches away from me.

He raised his hand to cup my face, his thumb lining my lip as his fingers were stroking my cheek making me melt.

I suddenly thought back to the look he had given me the day I slapped him instead of letting him explain himself even once.

"I'm sorry," I said staring elsewhere.

"Why are you saying that?" He said with his eyes carrying a sign of worry in them. He placed his index finger on my chin and made me look at him.

"I should have listened to you instead of coming here," I said in a low tone.

He quickly pulled me below his large bulky body and hovered over making me flinch.

"You did make a mistake of running away," he said tightening his brows.

I stayed in the same position, amazed by his actions.

He lowered his face to give a quick peck on my lips making me widen my eyes.

His tongue swiped on his lower lip as he dipped his lips in the crook of my neck and started to place wet kisses. In a few seconds, I found myself biting on my lip trying to control myself from moaning.

He found the sweet spot on my neck and bit on it gently making me chant his name. He grabbed me tighter as his lips sucked on my neck leaving a mark.

He lifted his head to take a look at my face. I gulped trying to calm myself and stop my mind from running wild and thinking about all the romance from last night.

Taking a look at the mark which he created, he gently licked on it making me whimper.

He stayed looking at my face for a while making me anxious.

I started to shift myself away from his embrace and said, "I'll just wash my face and get ready, till then you can sleep."

He pulled me back making my body bounce on the soft mattress.

"Yoongi will book a ticket when I tell him, we aren't late. I want to rest but, with you," he said emphasizing the last two words. My face was tinted pink listening to him.

With that, I got back to the bed laying down beside him.

He didn't take a minute to again place his head on my chest and gently tug on the shirt that I wore.

His morning messed up locks looked adorable. I caressed his hair for a while and within a few minutes, I fell asleep with him.

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"I wish I had married you normally but if I didn't force you for this wedding, I don't think you'd ever want to marry me," he whispered.

"All these years, I hid my feelings so well but now, I'm losing the will of hiding my feelings for you," he said.

As I heard him talk resting his head on my chest while he thought I was asleep, I didn't disturb but listen to everything he said.

He spoke about hiding his feelings for many years. I bit on my lip thinking about the times when he came home with Jia and I ran upstairs hiding from him.

"I want you to be with me but I don't think I'll be able to stop you when you know what I've done," he said making me gulp.

A sudden thought of him calling himself a culprit a few months ago when we started to live together came to my mind. I did try to ask him but he avoided it.

I wanted to know what was this guilt inside him that destroys him so much that he thinks I would leave him for it.

Now that I know he has nothing to do with Jia, what might it be?

I shut my eyes the minute I realised he would move from his position not making him realise I was listening to him.

He lifted his head and placed soft kisses on my forehead and then back on my chest making me bite on my lip to keep calm but, I couldn't control it as a soft moan escaped my lips the minute he kissed me again.

"You're awake?" He asked.

"I felt your hair tickling me so I just woke up," I said looking at the clock that struck three in the afternoon.

He smiled and said, "Good afternoon."

He ripped off the blanket to reveal his strong abs to me, he looked like a snack, just like I read in some dirty books in the library.

I wanted myself to be held all day in those strong veiny arms that were too attractive.

I wrapped the bedsheet around to walk towards the washroom.

"Ara," he called out making me stop on the spot. I didn't turn back to look at him.

"The contract of the six-month marriage isn't real," he said.

I turned to face him. He stood directly in front of me in his jeans, his hair messed up as he ran his fingers through them.

"I want you to know that I'm not letting you go," he said not blinking his eyes even once.

If I ever doubted my feelings for him, I could remember this look and calm myself down knowing that he wasn't lying about not letting me leave.

I walked towards him dropping the bedsheet on the floor, the shirt clinging to my chest with a few buttons of it opened.

"Promise me that you won't keep any secrets between us," I said provoking him to say what he had in his mind.

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A/N:
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