{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.
Suddenly, he lunges for me, making me squeal and run for the dining room table. I manage to escape, putting the table between us. My heart is pounding and adrenaline has spiked through my body... boy... this is so thrilling.
I'm a child again, though that's not right. I watch him carefully as he paces deliberately toward me. I inch away.
"You certainly know how to distract a man, Jungkook."
"We aim to please, Mr. Kim. Distract you from what?"
"Life. The universe." He waves one of his hands vaguely.
"You did seem very pre-occupied as you were playing."
He stops and folds his arms, his expression amused.
"We can do this all day, baby, but I will get you, and it will just be worse for you when I do."
"No, you won't." I must not be over-confident. I repeat this as a mantra. My subconscious has found his Nikes, and he's on the starting blocks.
"Anyone would think you didn't want me to catch you."
"I don't. That's the point. I feel about punishment the way you feel about me touching you."
His entire demeanor changes in a nanosecond.
Gone is playful Taehyung, and he stands staring at me as if I'd slapped him. He's ashen.
"That's how you feel?" he whispers.
Those four words, and the way he utters them, speaks volumes. Oh no. They tell me so much more about him and how he feels. They tell me about his fear and loathing. I frown.
No, I don't feel that bad. No way. Do I?
"No. It doesn't affect me quite as much as that, but it gives you an idea," I murmur, staring anxiously at him.
"Oh," he says.
Crap. He looks completely and utterly lost, like I've pulled the rug from under his feet.
Taking a deep breath, I move round the table until I am standing in front of him, gazing into his apprehensive eyes.
"You hate it that much?" he breathes, his eyes filled with horror.
"Well... no," I reassure him. Jeez - that's how he feels about people touching him?
"No. I feel ambivalent about it. I don't like it, but I don't hate it."
"But last night, in the playroom, you... " he trails off.
"I do it for you, Taehyung, because you need it. I don't. You didn't hurt me last night. That was in a different context, and I can rationalize that internally, and I trust you. But when you want to punish me, I worry that you'll hurt me."
