{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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{Song recommendation: Beyoncé- crazy in love remix }
Jungkook P.O.V.
Dr. Greene is tall, blonde, and immaculate, dressed in a royal blue suit. I'm reminded of the women who work in Taehyung's office. She's like an identikit model - another Stepford blonde. Her long hair is swept up in an elegant chignon. She must be in her early forties.
"Mr. Kim." She shakes Taehyung's outstretched hand.
"Thank you for coming at such short notice," Taehyung says.
"Thank you for making it worth my while, Mr. Kim. Mr. Jeon." She smiles, her eyes cool and assessing.
We shake hands, and I know she's one of those women who doesn't tolerate fools gladly. Like Jimin. I like her immediately. She gives Taehyung a pointed stare, and after an awkward beat, he takes his cue.
"I'll be downstairs," he mutters, and he leaves what will be my bedroom.
"Well Mr. Jeon. Mr. Kim is paying me a small fortune to attend to you. What can I do for you?"
After a thorough examination and lengthy discussion, Dr. Greene and I decide on the mini pill. She writes me a pre-paid prescription and instructs me to pick them up tomorrow. I love her no-nonsense attitude - she has lectured me until she's as blue as her dress about taking it at the same time every day. And I can tell she's burning with curiosity about my so-called relationship with Mr. Kim. I don't give her any details.
Somehow I don't think she'd look so calm and collected if she'd seen his Red Room of Pain. I flush as we pass its closed door and head back downstairs to the art gallery that is Taehyung living room.
Taehyung is reading, seated on his couch. A breathtaking aria is playing on the music system, swirling around him, cocooning him, filling the room with a sweet, soulful song.
For a moment, he looks serene. He turns and glances at us when we enter and smiles warmly at me.
"Are you done?" he asks as if he's genuinely interested. He points the remote at a sleek white box beneath the fireplace that houses his iPod, and the exquisite melody fades but continues in the background. Standing, he strolls towards us.
"Yes, Mr. Kim. Look after him; he's a beautiful, bright young man."
Taehyung is taken aback - as am I. What an inappropriate thing for a doctor to say. Is she giving him some kind of not so subtle warning?
Taehyung recovers himself.
"I fully intend to," he mutters, bemused.
Gazing at him, I shrug, embarrassed.
"I'll send you my bill," she says crisply as she shakes his hand.
"Good day, and good luck to you, Kook." She smiles, her eyes crinkling as she does when we shake hands.
