Y/N's POV

I furrowed your brows as I felt something cold and wet touch my face.

What was that?
It continued to move and gently touch my forehead. I groaned slightly causing it to stop.

I was freezing! My goodness! I didn't want that cold thing on my face!

Then I heard light shifting beside me.
Where was I? I felt comfortable and warm except for the cold wet thing. It almst felt like Jungkook's bed. My head hurt though.

"Y/N?" I heard a deep, ruffy voice ask.

Jungkook.

I slowly tried to open my eyes even though they felt heavy and solid. Finally after a moment of blinking and adjusting Jungkook's form came into view as he hovered over me with his tall, powerful looking body.
It almost scared me a first, but I just raised a brow at him.

"Am I dead or something?"

I asked inbarely a whisper.
Dang, I felt so weak and tired still.

His lips were pinched tightly together and his brown eyes bore into me with worry.
He was worried about me? The thought warmed me a bit more inside.

"No. Very much alive, thank god."

Was that... relief in his voice?

"Then why are you hovering over me like a creeper?"

I asked a bit jokingly.
He quickly straightened and took a step away from me.

"Sorry.

I sighed and looked at him.

"It's fine, Jungkook, I was just joking. What happened though?"

I quickly glanced down at my own self and realized that I had guessed right, I was back in Jungkook's bed and tucked under the covers.
My eyes went straight back to him.
He still held his worried stare as he stood stiff beside the bed.

"I overworked you."

I furrowed my brows and tried to get him to say more.

"Overworked me? I hardly doubt that."

His eyes hardened and he crossed his arms.

"Don't make light of it, I did exactly that."
I sighed.

"I'm not making light of anything, Jungkook. The last thing I remember was getting ready to leave JEON Corp."

He sighed himself and ran his hand through his now messy hair.
Was it late? What time was it? I watched him reach over to the corner and grab a chair then pulled it up beside me.
He sat down and growled at himself.
Was he really that distraught? What had gotten into him?

"I overworked you and pushed you to your limit. That's why when we went to leave you stood and fainted on me."

Oh, that made sense.
Well, the fainting part and why I couldn't remember too much. Suddenly a few moments of memory came flashing back.

Jungkook yelling my name in a panic, me slowly waking up but just too tired to keep it up.
Then big strong arms sliding under me and carrying me. Someone gently and carefully putting me into a car and buckling me in.

The sudden question of taking me to the hospital, but me refusing. Then the same happening when the car stopped.

The memories were all in and out but I did recall some.
I turned my head and looked at him with a soft look.
His overpowering, towering body was sitting there frantic and in doubt.
He was acting as if he was so worried about me. That he truly cared about my well being.
It was sweet and made me feel that small warmth inside again.

Something I hadn't really felt since I last saw Namjoon.

"I remember a bit of it now. You took care of me and brought me back home."

He nodded and averted his eyes.

I smiled softly at him and took my arm and carefully reached out to touch his cheek.
The neatly trimmed beard tickled my palm as I touched it. Since he was so tall it wasn't hard for me to reach him as he was leaning over his own knees in a slouch position in the chair.

He froze and his distinct brown eyes found mine instantly.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Jungkook. I must have caught what Jimin has and the long day just got to me."

I explained hoping to ease his disdain.

"Are you feeling okay right now?"

he asked gently.
Who would have thought that such a man would be able to be so tender?

This man was beyond me.

"Much better. I have a small headache, and I'm still tired, but with some good rest tonight I'll be ready for tomorrow with no problems."

He frowned.

"You're not going tomorrow."

Did he not want me there? I pulled my hand back. I had thought that with all of this hard work and the fact that
I was his wife-

"I don't want to chance you getting hurt again."

Oh.

I sighed internally in relief.
That's what he was worried about. Me not doing well and fainting again.

For some reason the thought of him not wanting me there, just because, was a little hard to swallow.
But he was just concerned about my health.

"I promise I'll be just fine. Plus you need someone and
Jimin is still not able to make it. He is extremely sick still."

"I don't want to push you."

he tried again, but knew I was right.

"I'm doing this whether you like it or not."
I smiled softly at him.

"Remember, I can be pretty stubborn myself."
He nodded in response.

"What time is it?"

He looked at his watch still on his wrist and sighed.

"Around one AM."

"Oh my!"

I gasped lightly. I noticed he was still in his suit.

"Have you not gotten comfortable and ready for bed?! We have an early morning tomorrow!"

I stressed.
He looked away.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay first."

"Thank you, Jungkook."

I spoke softly to him, expressing with my tone how much I really did appreciate him.

"Now, go take a shower and get out of those clothes and climb into bed. You have to be top notch tomorrow."

Without another word, the man I was able to call husband stood and did as I had said to without complaint.
I felt myself close my eyes and drift off a bit until I felt the bed dip down as Jungkook climbed in beside me.

I hoped I felt good enough to make it through the day tomorrow without causing Jungkook embarrassment.

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My alarm went off too early.

I groaned at my decision to get up a bit earlier to take a shower.

But alas, I had been running a fever or something and had the chills most of the night.
So I had been covered up with tons of blankets, as Jungkook provided whenever I asked, bless his heart, and became sweaty from it all.

I thought my fever had broke, but when I woke up I still felt a bit warm. Sighing I slid out of bed, carefully as not to wake Jungkook and went straight into the bathroom.

I started the shower and got the water nice and hot.
After relieving myself and brushing my teeth, I climbed into the hot shower and sighed as the burning liquid fell over my already hot body.

I sniffed and stood there for a few minutes before I began to clean myself. The water felt absolutely amazing and I
didn't want to get out. Yet as soon as I felt the water start to become cooler, I got out quick.

I didn't want to even feel a drop of cold water on my body.
I dried myself off and blow dried my hair, deciding to keep it down and curl it a bit more.
So I threw in some hair gel and took a curling iron to it quickly. I made it so that my hair, that which fell down to the middle of my back, looked naturally curly.
It was actually, but this made it look more tame than wild and crazy.

I also decided, since it was such a bit day, to throw on some more makeup than I usually do. I put on some concealer and foundation, a light brown eyeshadow and black eyeliner as well as mascara. Yet, instead of lip gloss I just put on some shiny chapstick. My lips chapped often.

Still feeling horrible, I peeked out and found that Jungook was still sound asleep.
His alarm should be going off here in a few minutes.
I tucked the towel close around my naked body and quickly raced to the closet so that he didn't see me.

I closed the door and found my undergarments, and picked out an outfit.
I got it on and instantly heard Jungkook's alarm go off. His low groan that he did every morning told me that he wasn't a morning person either, which made me smile.

Maybe tomorrow, which was Saturday, he wouldn't be opposed to sleeping in.
He still usually woke up early and went for a run, but I wanted him to make this weekend a lazy one with me.

We all needed it, right?

This man was all work and no play. He needed to learned to relax a bit. Yet, honestly I could see why he didn't. He had so much on his shoulders.
He owned a huge corporation that is in the middle of expanding even more, and he also had to deal with me and this 'marriage' of ours, on top of trying to keep me safe from some psycho.

Which brought new dread into my heart.

It was only a few days away from the month deadline that the man had set for me. I hadn't seen or heard anything
from him, but I knew that he wasn't one to forget. And even with all the work I had been doing, and getting a beautiful pay raise working for Jungkook, I still wasn't able to come up with that money in just a month.

I didn't know what to do, but I wanted to trust Jungkook when he said he would keep me safe.

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We stood outside of the soon to be new hotel of Greenwood.

More reporters, and even the Mayor of Greenwood came to the signing.
I felt small under so many eyes and cameras, but I stood straight in pride beside Jungkook as he took the pen from Mr. Seokjin.

There was a small table with the official document on it that Mr. Seokjin had just signed.
Now it was Jungkook's turn. Everyone was quiet, but flashes of light were like strobes in a club from the cameras. As the pen made contact with Jungkook's hand, he first before anything else, looked at me with bright eyes.

My breath hitched.

His brown eyes and black hair were still such a striking pair to me. I found myself watching in wonder as he gave me that small smile that I had only seen a rare few times before.

My heart seemed to skip a beat at the movement of his lips. I swallowed hard. Finally he tore his eyes away from me mine and bent over, placing the pen to the paper and signing it with ease.

As he finished, he sat down the pen, stood and gave me another quick glance before turning to Mr.Kim and holding a hand out.

Mr. Kim Seokjin smiled brightly with his rouged look and took it, shaking his hand. People cheered and others just snapped away, starting to want to as questions. I felt pride at knowing all of the hard work we had done was in victory.

Suddenly, one of the reporters yelled out something that made me freeze.

"How about a kiss from your wife!"

"Yeah!"

another one shouted over the crowd.

Jungkook had been doing so well at keeping me hidden from camera's view, that now we were both out in the
open, they wanted the proof.
Plus, this was supposed to be a time of celebration, so I could see why they thought it would be natural.

If our marriage had been a real one.

I could feel myself grow a bit warm at the notion, when I suddenly became cold at the next statement from someone.

"Nah, you know that Jeon never even kissed his ex fiance, Jiyeon, in front of the cameras. Like he's going to change now."

Jungkook had never kissed Jiyeon in front of them?!

I looked at Jungkook in shock.

He had loved her, had he not? They were engaged for some time if I recall correctly.
Not once had he kissed her in front of others?!

His body was stiff and ridged.

For some reason, I felt myself hurt a little bit.
It was similar to when I broke my heart over Namjoon, but yet... different.
Of course if he never kissed her, and loved her, then he would never do such a thing with me, someone who was more of a roommate than anything.

A co-worker. An asset.

And even if we were on the verge of friends I wasn't going to do that to myself again. I was not going to put those kinds of expectations on him and get hurt in the end.

Yet last night...

I tried not to show any distraught emotions, especially right now in front of all these people.
They wanted a kiss, but they wouldn't get.

I let out a light gasp as I felt Jungkook's large hands wrap around my waste suddenly and pulled me against him. Never had I instantly been breathless as I felt his hard body against me, his large hands on the small of my back, and his brown eyes boring into my soul with a look I did not know.

I couldn't speak. And honestly, I couldn't even breath as the crowd even went silent at Jungkook's actions.
Slowly, as if no one was around, one of Jungkook's hands
came up and gently touched my chin.

My eyes went wide in shock. Those brown eyes of his were bold and daring, intimidating and mysterious.
I felt my heart starting to beat faster and faster as he lifted my chin and his face came closer to my own.

Oh. My. God.

It felt like eternity, but it was only mere seconds until I could feel his breath against my lips.
He stopped only a few inches from them, waiting for me to pull away... or waiting to receive an invitation.

My hands resting against his chest, my body feeling like it was burning under his touch, my breathing almost non-existent, and my heart almost beating out of my chest, I didn't know what came over me.
Something inside me of threw out the pain that was still there and grasped onto this little spark of curiosity and excitement.

I lifted onto my toes, being only an inch from him, giving him an answer. Without another breath, his lips came down and pressed against mine.

I felt lightheaded. And hot.

And it wasn't my fever either.

His lips were surprisingly soft, his kiss, tender and sweet. I couldn't believe this was happening, and it didn't help that it ended so quickly either.

He pulled back slowly, his eyes a bit softer than I had seen them before. I swallowed hard as I finally heard the whispers of the reporters as they took a picture of it all.

Jungkook suddenly cleared his throat and took a step away from me, going back to his professional self.
I felt a bit lost now.

What was all that?!

Did he really just kiss me in front of all these people!? What did it mean?!
Was it all just for show?

I felt dread at the thought, but I found myself suddenly surprised again when Jungkook's large hand found mine and took it into his own.

His hand swallowed mine whole once again.

Of course it was all for show. I looked out and saw how crazy the reporters had become and how excited they were.

Jungkook didn't look back at me this time,
just stood beside me and held my hand.
But even if it was for show, and I should be okay with that...

Why did I feel the need to kiss him again?