{BOOK TWO}...Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house.
But desire for Taehyung...
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{ Song recommendation: Ella Fitzgerald- Let's fall in love}
Jungkook P.O.V.
He leads me into a small, intimate restaurant. "This place will have to do," Taehyung grumbles. "We don't have much time."
The restaurant looks fine to me. Wooden chairs, linen tablecloths, and walls the same color as Taehyung's playroom - deep blood red - with small gilt mirrors randomly placed, white candles, and small vases of white roses.
Ella Fitzgerald croons softly in the background about this thing called love. It's very romantic.
The waiter leads us to a table for two in a small alcove, and I sit, apprehensive and wondering what he's going to say.
"We don't have long," Taehyung says to the waiter as we sit. "So we'll each have sirloin steak cooked medium, bearnaise sauce if you have it, fries, and green vegetables, whatever the chef has; and bring me the wine list. "Certainly, sir." The waiter, taken aback by Taehyung's cool, calm efficiency, scuttles off. Taehyung places his Blackberry on the table.
Jeez, don't I get a choice?
"And if I don't like steak?" I pique
He sighs. "Don't start, Jungkook."
"I am not a child, Taehyung."
"Well, stop acting like one."
It's as if he's slapped me. I blink at him.
So this is how it will be, an agitated, fraught conversation, albeit in a very romantic setting but certainly no hearts and flowers.
"I'm a child because I don't like steak?" I mutter trying to conceal my hurt.
"For deliberately making me jealous. It's a childish thing to do. Have you no regard for your friend's feelings, leading him on like that?" Taehyung presses his lips together in a thin line and scowls as the waiter returns with the wine list.
I blush - I hadn't thought of that. Poor Jaehyun - I certainly don't want to encourage him.
Suddenly, I'm mortified. Taehyung has a point; it was a thoughtless thing to do. He glances at the wine list.
"Would you like to choose the wine?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at me expectantly, arrogance personified. He knows I know nothing about wine.
"You choose," I answer, sullen but chastened.
"Two glasses of the Barossa Valley Shiraz, please."
"Er... we only sell that wine by the bottle, sir."
"A bottle then," Taehyung snaps.
"Sir." He retreats, subdued, and I don't blame him. I frown at Taehyung. What's eating him?
Oh, me probably, and somewhere in the depths of my psyche, my inner goddess rises sleepily, stretches, and smiles. He's been asleep for a while.
