Seokjin's Pov:

"I've told you before that I am a bad sleeper; do you honestly want to share a bed with me?" I have no idea what brought about the abrupt shift in his attitude towards sharing a bed with me, but it was clear it was something he wanted to do. I didn't have a problem with it as long as he recognized that the closets were mine and that I tossed about a lot when I slept.

"I don't mind your sleeping habits."

Well, if you don't mind, then neither do I. "Okay, you can share my bed with me, but I don't have enough closet space to share with you, so you will have to keep your closet where it is."

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at me, "Seokjin, are you using both closets?"

"I have a lot of clothes."

"A lot of clothes that don't fit?"

No, he did not.

"I'm not going to be like this for the rest of my life!" At this time, he had angered me, so I turned away from him and went out of the kitchen. I can't believe he would dare to criticize my weight.

Wait, maybe I have no reason to be so angry. This may work out for the best since if he notices that none of my outfits fit, he'll comprehend the need for me to go shopping and stock up on new clothes.

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When I heard knocking on my door, I was getting ready to go to the bathroom to take a shower. My best assumption is that he came here to make up for making fun of me. I was perplexed why he had delayed such a long time to take action. I had everything figured out on my end, including how I would make him comprehend my reasoning for wanting new clothing, and I was ready to explain it to him.

I readjusted my robe and pulled the string closer before walking to the door and opening it. "Can I help you?"

I saw that he was no longer wearing his Burberry suit but instead was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. When dressed like this, he appeared relaxed and at ease in his environment, contrary to when he was wearing his suit.

He gave me a long, careful look before saying, "Please forgive me for what I said before; I didn't intend for it to be misunderstood."

"It's alright. I am over it. You didn't say anything wrong since none of my clothes are the right size for me. It's a shame I can't buy anything since you don't want me to spend any money, but it's fine. I still have some t-shirts that fit." I am sure this will make him feel bad for returning the things I bought.

"If you sell or donate some of the ones that do not fit you, I will not object to your replacing them with those that do."

Wow, I have no idea if he was being serious. Is this the routine around here for how we handle things? Do I have to part with some of my belongings to make room for new ones? What sense did it make? Even though he is a CEO, he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the chandelier.

"I need to shower; we can talk about this later."

"I'll help you with your shower while we continue our conversation." As he entered my room, he questioned me, "you said that it's difficult to shower by yourself, right?"

Did he think I was serious about wanting him to help me?

"No, it's okay. I have a chair-"

"You have complained that I don't help. Therefore, I will help you now that I am here. Let's go. I won't put my hands on any part of your body you don't want me to."

He took this matter very seriously. "Jungkook, there's no need for you to do that. I am not feeling too horrible today, so I think I can handle it. If I need assistance tomorrow, I will let you know."

"Given the doctor said you are at high risk, I would prefer to help you."

Wow, this man. Does he forget anything? "Fine."

He had best not to pass judgment on me because I swear we shall battle it out. Before I was pregnant, I had an incredibly small waist, but it had completely disappeared. Despite this, I didn't look too bad. I was just pregnant and unable to view my feet as I wanted.

I faced away from him and started walking toward my bathroom. He was following behind me.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I took a few slow, deep breaths and promptly slipped off my robe without giving it another thought. Since I was now married to this guy, it seemed certain he would see me in my natural state at some point in the future.

When I turned to look at him, his eyes were peering into mine, and then they dropped down to my body and continued looking at me. As he continued to look at me, I saw that he was standing still and just staring at me, which caused me to have some feelings of insecurity. This was not a common feeling for me to have. I was never the insecure type.

He approached me with his eyes locked on my stomach as he walked over to me. This caused me to take a step back, and I was going to reach for my robe when he asked me, "do you mind if I touch your stomach?"

Although I had not been anticipating it, I showed my agreement by nodding my head. "You can."

He moved in closer to me, placed both hands on my tummy before looking me in the eyes, and said, "I will never be able to thank you enough for doing this for us."

Okay, he has to put an end to this. My emotions were already all over the place, and the last thing I needed was anything to set them off even more.

"It wasn't anything that I intended or expected to happen, but you are welcome," it was the truth. It was not intended for me to get pregnant this way, nor was it meant for him to be the father of my kids, but I could see why he was thankful that it did happen since if it hadn't, he wouldn't have any children. He ought to be grateful that options are available, such as insemination.

He was looking at me intently as his hands remained on my stomach, and I couldn't lie—it felt great to have his hands there.

As I continued to look at him, I found it impossible to comprehend why his spouse would cheat on him for any reason other than the fact that the sex in his previous marriage was poor. I mean, sex is not the only thing that matters; he could have at least purchased them some toys or anything else to make things easier for them in the bedroom.

I would put in a lot of effort to make things work for a guy who is both attractive and wealthy like this, though. If he struggles to maintain his erection, I would even consider giving him viagra. Even though I had only felt him once before, he had quickly sprung to life. However, this may have been due to the new circumstances; I'm not entirely sure.

"Are you ready to shower?"

No, I am ready to figure out if you need viagra or not.

"Yes, I am."

He smiled at me and moved his hand to mine, taking it into his as he led me to the shower.

"Where is your washcloth?"

"It's behind you." I pointed it out to him. "Should we remove the chair?" I asked as he reached for my washcloth.

"No, we should keep it until after I wash your hair."

My eyes widened in surprise as I said, "You are going to wash my hair?" Did it stink? It's been two days since I last washed it.

"You don't want me to?"

"No, that's not a problem; you can do it." I wouldn't stand in his way if he wanted to do it. "My shampoo and conditioner are over there." I pointed them out to him.

I went to sit on the chair, but he stopped me, "wait." What's his problem now? I wondered to myself.

He took a towel and folded it, then placed it on the chair, "you can sit now."

I looked at him as if he was crazy, "You know that's going to be wet, right?"

"The chair is cold; you shouldn't be sitting on it like that. The towels we can wash, have a seat."

It's time for him to quit doing that. If he keeps behaving this way, I may find myself wishing he would shower me every day. My preference for men who spoiled me ran deep throughout my life. Even though I like it more when they spoil me with shopping, I must admit that this was an enjoyable and novel experience.

I didn't want to get in the way of whatever he was trying to do, so I took my time and sat down on the seat while I waited for him to begin. I hoped that he wouldn't go and blind me when he tried to wash my hair.

He took my shampoo and conditioner and joined me in the shower once he had finished gathering them. Having a spacious shower sure had its advantages.

"Do you mind if I take off my shirt?"

"As long as it's just your shirt."

He smiled at me, "it will be only my shirt."

"That's fine."

It was not my intention for us to become naked in the shower together. Jimin had advised me to cut down on having sex, even though it didn't matter since I wasn't having any. However, if this man gets naked with me in the shower, things may very well change. I didn't care how horrible he was in bed; I couldn't overlook his attractiveness.

I was also horny a lot, like a lot, during the last several weeks. Jimin claimed it was my hormones, but I don't believe that's correct. I had been like this before I became pregnant, but I agreed with him to save myself the judgment.

He then pulled his shirt over his head and hung it on the towel rack outside the shower. I couldn't take my eyes off his body; it was obviously the result of a lot of hard work at the gym. I was confident that this guy had ten packs when most individuals only had six-packs. How in the hell did he get to be that hot? No, for real, did his husband have an affair, or was he lying to me about it?

I squeezed my legs together because I saw a change in the space between them.

"Let me know if the water gets too cold or hot as I wash your hair, okay?"

"It's already too hot."

Shit, that's not what I meant. "Umm, yeah, I will."

"Are you okay, Seokjin?"

No.

"Yes, I am fine. Can you get started? I am cold."

"Sure."

He pulled the showerhead from the wall and moved behind me, "lean your head back."

I followed his instructions, and as soon as I did, our gazes connected; he looked down at me. I instantly felt guilty about my decision since I had developed an uncontrollable attraction to this man.

"Close your eyes."

I bit my tongue and squeezed my eyes shut. As soon as I did, I heard the water flowing, then I felt the water in my hair; it was the right temperature. His fingers worked through my hair and massaged my scalp; my body became more relaxed. I was at a complete loss for words. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I inhaled the scent of my shampoo as he worked it into my hair, and then I became aware that both of his hands were cleaning my head while simultaneously applying light pressure to my scalp. Before, I was stimulated, but after this, I felt like I could go to sleep at any moment. He made me feel like I was at the spa. I'm curious as to whether or not he planned to wash my body in the same way that he did my hair.

I hoped he wouldn't stop washing my hair, but sadly, the process ended. After that, he instructed me to rise, which I did so reluctantly; I wanted to go back to sleep. He had made me tired.

He lathered my washcloth with my body wash after removing the chair from the shower and came close to me. "Is there any part of your body you don't want me touching?"

"You can touch me anywhere."

Wait, I didn't mean it like that.

Or maybe I did; who cares? I am married to this man.

"Thanks for letting me know." he smiled at me, then turned on the shower and let the water flow over my body.

I looked down at the water running over me and enjoyed it, then I glanced at him, and my eyes widened in shock when I noticed the huge bulge in his sweatpants.

"Are you turned on right now?" I couldn't help it; I had to ask. I don't think this man needed viagra.

"When I am standing here with you this way, shouldn't it be expected that I would be? You are an attractive guy; of course, I am turned on by you, Seokjin."

Oh.

"Don't worry about it; the most important thing right now is to get you showered."

How can I not worry? It's literally looking at me.

It's possible that I've got a couple of things wrong about this man, and I'm starting to get that feeling.

When he moved the washcloth over my body, I found it impossible to keep my thoughts pure. Although I tried, preserving my thoughts was difficult.

Using both hands, I stopped him from bathing me as I leaned forward and kissed him.

In a matter of seconds, his arms were around my waist as he started kissing me back.