{BOOK ONE}...When literature student Jeon Jungkook steps in for his sick roommate to interview young prominent entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, he encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating, but little does he perceive the encounter wi...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
My heart is pounding. The elevator arrives on the first floor, and I scramble out as soon as the doors slide open, stumbling once, but fortunately not sprawling on to the immaculate sandstone floor. I race for the wide glass doors, and I'm free in the bracing, cleansing, damp air of Seattle.
Raising my face, I welcome the cool refreshing rain. I close my eyes and take a deep, purifying breath, trying to recover what's left of my equilibrium.
No man has ever affected me the way Kim Taehyung has, and I cannot fathom why.
Is it his looks? His civility?.. Wealth?..Power? I just don't understand my irrational reaction.
I breathe an enormous sigh of relief. What in heaven's name was that all about.
Leaning against one of the steel pillars of the building, I valiantly attempt to calm down and gather my thoughts. I shake my head.
Holy crap - what was that? My heart steadies to its regular rhythm, and I can breathe normally again. I head for the car.
As I leave the city limits behind, I begin to feel foolish and embarrassed as I replay the interview in my mind. Surely, I'm over-reacting to something that's imaginary. Okay, so he's very attractive, confident, commanding, at ease with himself, but on the flip side, he's arrogant, and for all his impeccable manners, he's autocratic and cold. Well, on the surface.
An involuntary shiver runs down my spine. He may be arrogant, but then he has a right to be he's accomplished so much at such a young age. He doesn't suffer fools gladly, but why should he? Again, I'm irritated that Jimin didn't give me a brief biography.
While cruising along the I-5, my mind continues to wander. I'm truly perplexed as to what makes someone so driven to succeed. Some of his answers were so cryptic- as if he had a hidden agenda.
And Jimin's questions - ugh! The adoption and asking him if he was gay! I shudder. I can't believe I said that. Ground, swallow me up now! Every time I think of that question in the future, I will cringe with embarrassment. Damn Park Jimin!
I check the speedometer. I'm driving more cautiously than I would on any other occasion. And I know it's the memory of two penetrating hazel eyes gazing at me, and a stern voice telling me to drive carefully. Shaking my head, I realize that Kim's more like a man double his age.
Forget it, Jungkook, I scold myself. I decide that all in all, it's been a very interesting experience, but I shouldn't dwell on it . Put it behind you. I never have to see him again. I'm immediately cheered by the thought.
