Chapter 2: We Will Regret This
It had been a few days since the death of Elizabeth the 3rd. Although Jumin cried less he was still depressed and didn't say much. I had just finished making a quick dinner and was preparing to head to the guest room that I was staying in. On top of working from Jumin's apartment, I made sure he bathed and ate 3 square meals a day. I can't force him to get over his cat's death faster but I could make sure he didn't spiral out of control and kept him physically healthy.
I finished cleaning the dishes and started my way to my room, leaving Jumin to his room to rest. He seemed to do that a lot. When he wasn't crying, eating, or sulking he was sleeping.
"Jaehee?" Jumin quietly said peeking his head out his room. I still couldn't get used to him calling me by my first name.
"Yes Jumin?" I responded looking at him.
"Umm…Can you lay with me? I usually dream about Elizabeth but I can't tonight and I don't want to feel alone." Jumin said clearly embarrassed.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea Jumin. You're in a difficult place right now and I don't want to create awkward moments." I said slightly annoyed.
"We can lay on opposite ends. Your head by my feet and my head by yours. You don't have to if you don't want to. I understand." He said slipping back in his room and closing the door.
I stood silently for a moment pondering what I should do.
I don't want to but he's hurting and I don't want to not help. However, this could get very awkward and I don't want to damage our great business relationship. Has he been drinking? I don't think so. What do I do?
"Ugh fine!" I said loudly.
I walked to Jumin's bedroom and opened the door. He was already in the bed.
"I will lay with you, BUT on opposite ends." I said sternly.
"Oh thank you Jaehee!" Jumin said quickly.
I quickly got in the bed and luckily the bed was large so there were a couple feet in between us. A couple hours went by and I could hear Jumin sleeping soundly. The ceiling fan was on so there was an unnecessary breeze on my face. I slowly sat up and questioned if I should switch positions.
"He's sleeping so he won't know." I thought to myself.
I decided to switch. I quietly and softly turned over and was even more appreciative of the space in between us. Now without the fan I could sleep soundly.
A few hours went by and I was suddenly greeted by a warm body behind me. I could feel an arm wrapping around me and holding me tight.
"This is exactly why I didn't want to do this." I thought loudly in my head. "It is nice though. But highly inappropriate!"
"Is this okay Jaehee? I know we said no touching but it's nice to feel another presence next to me." Jumin said softly.
I hadn't realized how long it had been since I had been held by someone. I missed the feeling. Knowing it was not okay, I still refused to budge because deep down it felt good.
"It's fine Jumin. Just go to sleep." I tried to say sternly to mask my enjoyment.
A few minutes went by and could fell his hand moving to my breast. I didn't know what to do. Part of me felt great but the other part was screaming at me to stop this before it goes too far. It had been so long since I had been touched I felt bad for wanting to just enjoy the moment. My physical needs kicked in and I decided to lay silent as my boss played with my breast. It felt so good. His touches went from soft squeezes to firm grasps massaging every inch of my breast. I could hear Jumin's breathing getting deeper and I struggled to keep mine silent. Instinctively, I inched closer to Jumin so our bodies were pressed closely together as we spooned. As he continued to fondle me I could feel a firm object on my ass. It didn't take me long to piece together what it was.
"You haven't stopped my Jaehee." Jumin said softly.
I didn't know what to say but I did know that I didn't want him to stop. In this moment I wasn't Jumin's robotic assistant. I was a woman enjoying a little light play with a man. My body shuddered in ways I had long forgotten and I wanted more. I quickly turned over to face Jumin and looked him in the eyes with a smile. Being the leader that he is, he quickly rolled me on my back and kneeled in between my legs as he quickly grasped both of my breasts. The window was open and moonlight shined through so I could see every inch of his perfect torso. He still had on pajama bottoms but I could see he was well endowed. Next thing I knew I was removing my pajama shorts and tank top and he was removing his pants. As he leaned in to kiss me I knew where we were headed and that at some point we would regret this. As he got closer I tossed those thoughts out of my mind. In this moment nothing matters except a man and a woman embracing each other. The aftermath is a problem for another day.