My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 2: Navigating a New Journey|

Y/N's POV:

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched JK's eyes flutter open, a mixture of shock and embarrassment flooding through me as I realized he had caught me in the act. Panic surged through my veins as I desperately searched for an explanation, but before I could utter a word, he spoke.

JK's gaze bore into mine, his expression unreadable as he quipped, "Am I that handsome?"

My mind raced, scrambling for a response as I stumbled over my words in a futile attempt to salvage the situation. "Yes... I mean no! I mean-..." I trailed off, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at my own awkwardness.

But instead of teasing me further, JK's demeanor shifted, his tone turning cold as he dismissed me with a curt remark. "Don't disturb me, I want to sleep some more."

My heart sank as his words washed over me, a wave of disappointment crashing over me as I realized the depth of my embarrassment. How could I have been so careless? Was he pretending to be asleep the whole time?

As JK turned away, his eyes drifting shut once more, I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt at his dismissive tone. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I fought to suppress the overwhelming surge of emotion threatening to consume me.

What had started as a playful moment had quickly turned into a humiliating ordeal, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in the wake of JK's unexpected reaction. As I lay there in the darkness, the weight of my embarrassment pressing down on me like a heavy blanket, I couldn't help but wonder how I would ever face him again.

[After Freshing up]


 As I stood there, trying to shake off the feeling of being scrutinized, I couldn't help but notice Jungkook stirring from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open lazily, the haze of sleep still clinging to his features as he blinked away the remnants of dreams.

But as I moved to busy myself with blow-drying my hair, a strange sense of anticipation washed over me. It was as if the air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent invitation hanging between us, begging to be acknowledged.

And when I stole a glance in Jungkook's direction, I caught him staring at me, his gaze unwavering as it bore into mine. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment dissolved into nothingness, shattered by the weight of our own insecurities. Jungkook averted his gaze, his movements stiff and awkward as he made to leave the bed.

My heart sank as I watched him retreat, the distance between us widening with each passing second. But I refused to let the silence linger, to let the awkwardness consume us.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I took a step forward, my voice breaking the silence like a thunderclap in the stillness of the room.

"Jungkook," I called out, the sound of my own voice surprising me with its intensity. "Good Morning."

Jungkook froze in his tracks, his back still turned to me as he hesitated. But after a moment's pause, he turned to face me, his expression guarded yet curious.

I held my breath as I waited for his response, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air between us. But when Jungkook finally met my gaze, there was a flicker of something in his eyes –