{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.
Taehyung is running both his hands through his hair and pacing up and down his study.
Two hands - that's double exasperation. His usual concrete control seems to have slipped a notch.
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," he castigates me.
"The subject never came up. I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other." I'm staring at my hands.
Why am I feeling guilty?
Why is he so mad? I peek up at him.
"Well, you know a lot more about me now," he snaps, his mouth presses into a hard line. "I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin! " He says it like it's a really dirty word.
"Hell, Kook, I just showed you," he groans. "May God forgive me. Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?"
"Of course I have." I try my best to look affronted.
Okay... maybe twice.
"And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feet? I just don't understand. You're twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You're beautiful." He runs his hand through his hair again.
Beautiful.
I flush with pleasure.
Kim Taehyung thinks I'm beautiful.
I knot my fingers together, staring at them hard, trying to conceal my goofy grin. Perhaps he's nearsighted, my subconscious has reared his somnambulant head. Where was he when I needed him?
"And you're seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience."
His brows knit together.
"How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please." He whispers- sounding more like a desperate plea.
I shrug.
"No one's really, you know-." Well scratch that, only you. And you turn out to be some kind of monster.
"Why are you so angry with me?" I whisper.
"I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself. I just assumed... " He sighs. He regards me shrewdly and then shakes his head. "Do you want to go?" he asks, his voice gentle.
"No, unless you want me to go," I murmur.
Oh no... I don't want to leave.
"Of course not. I like having you here." He frowns as he says this and then glances at his watch. "It's late." And he turns to look at me. "You're biting your lip." His voice is husky, and he's eyeing me speculatively.
