{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 pulls out of me suddenly. I wince. He sits up on the bed and throws the used condom in a wastebasket.
"Come on, we need to get dressed..that's if you want to meet my mother." He grins, leaps up off the bed, and pulls on his jeans, no underwear on at all.
I struggle to sit up as I'm still tethered.
"Taehyung- I can't move."
His grin widens, leaning downwards, he undoes the tie. The woven pattern has made an indented pattern around my wrists. It's... sexy.
Taehyung gazes at me.
He's amused, his eyes dancing with mirth. He kisses my forehead quickly and beams at me.
"Another first," he acknowledges, but I have no idea what he's talking about.
"I have no clean clothes in here." I am filled with sudden panic, and considering what I've just experienced, I'm finding the panic overwhelming.
His mother! Holy crap. I have no clean clothes, and she's practically walked in on us in flagrante delicto.
"Perhaps I should stay here."
"Oh, no, you don't," Taehyung threatens.
"You can wear something of mine." He's slipped on a white t-shirt already and runs his hand through his just-fucked hair. In spite of my anxiety, I lose my train of thought.
Will I ever get used to looking at this beautiful man?
His beauty is derailing.
"Jungkook, you could be wearing a sack and you'd look lovely. Please don't worry."
"I'd like you to meet my mother. Get dressed. I'll just go and calm her down." His mouth presses into a hard line.
"I will expect you in that room in five minutes, otherwise I'll come and drag you out of here myself in whatever you're wearing. My underwear are in this drawer."
"My shirts are in the closet. Help yourself." He eyes me speculatively for a moment, then leaves the room.
Holy shit. Taehyung's mother. This is so much more than I bargained for. Perhaps meeting her will help put a little part of the jigsaw in place.
Might help me understand why Taehyung is the way he is... Suddenly, I want to meet her.
I pull my shirt off the floor, and I'm pleased to discover that it has survived the night well with hardly any creases in it.
I find my black inner shirt underneath the bed and dress quickly. But if there's one thing I hate, it's not wearing clean underwear. I rifle through Taehyung's chest of drawers and come across his boxer briefs.
