{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.
Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. It's a beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Wow, what a view. Beside me, Kim Taehyung is fast asleep.
Damn, I could really get used to this sight. I'm surprised he's still in bed. He's facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. His sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess.
How could anyone look this good and still be legal?
I remember his room upstairs... perhaps he's not legal. I shake my head, so much to think about. It's tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he's so lovely when he's asleep.
I don't have to worry about what I'm saying, what he's saying, what plans he has, especially his plans for me. I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs - bathroom needs specifically.
Slipping out of bed, I find his white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but instead I'm in a extensive walk-in closet as big as my bedroom.
Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. How can anyone need this many clothes? I tut with disapproval. Actually, Jimin's wardrobe probably rivals this.
Jimin!
Oh no.
I didn't think about him all evening. I was supposed to text him. Crap. I'm going to be in trouble. I wonder briefly how he's getting on with Eunwoo.
Returning to the bedroom, Taehyung is still asleep. I try the other door. It's the bathroom, and it's bigger than my bedroom. Why does one man need so much space? Two sinks, I notice with irony. Given he doesn't sleep with anyone, one of them can't have been used.
I stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Do I look different? I feel different. I feel a little sore, if I'm honest, and my muscles - jeez it's like I've never done any exercise in my life.
You don't do any exercise in your life, my subconscious has woken. He's staring at me with pursed lips, tapping his foot.
So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has very odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave. ARE YOU CRAZY??! My subconscious shouts at me.
I wince as I look in the mirror. I am going to have to process all this. Honestly, fancy falling for a man who's beyond beautiful, richer than Croesus, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me. I shudder. I'm bewildered and confused.
My hair is its usual wayward self. Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me at all.
I try and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up - maybe I'll find some hair ties in my bag.
