{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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Taehyung's brother (Eunwoo)
{ Song recommendation: Ellie Goulding- Love melike you do}
Jungkook P.O.V.
Taehyung opens the passenger door to the black Audi SUV, and I clamber in. It's a beast of a car. He hasn't mentioned the outburst of passion that exploded in the elevator. Should I?
Should we talk about it or pretend that it didn't happen? It hardly seems real, my first proper no-holds-barred kiss. As time ticks on, I assign it mythical, Arthurian legend, Lost City of Atlantis status. It never happened, it never existed. Perhaps I imagined it all. No.
I touch my lips, swollen from his kiss. It definitely happened. I am a changed male. I want this man, desperately, and he wanted me.
I glance at him. Taehyung is his usual polite, slightly distant self.
How confusing.
He starts the engine and reverses out of his space in the parking lot. He switches on the MP3 player. The car interior is filled with the sweetest, most magical music of two women singing.
Oh wow... all my senses are in disarray, so this is doubly affecting. It sends delicious shivers up my spine. Taehyung pulls out on to SW Park Avenue, and he drives with easy, lazy confidence.
"What are we listening to?"
"It's the Flower Duet by Delibes, from the opera Lakme. Do you like it?"
"Taehyung, it's wonderful."
"It is, isn't it?" he grins, glancing at me. And for a fleeting moment, he seems his age; young, carefree, and heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Is this the key to him? Music? I sit and listen to the angelic voices, teasing and seducing me.
"Can I hear that again?"
"Of course." Taehyung pushes a button, and the music is caressing me once more. It's a gentle, slow, sweet, and sure assault on my aural senses.
"You like classical music?" I ask, hoping for a rare insight into his personal preferences.
"Yes, but mainly my taste is blues and jazz, Jungkook, everything from Frank Sinatra to the righteous brothers."
"It depends on my mood. You?"
"Me too. Though I don't know who the righteous brother is."
