{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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Jungkook P.O.V.
Once in the apartment, I open the gift box and find my MacBook Pro laptop, the Blackberry, and another rectangular box. What is this? I unwrap the silver paper. Inside is a black, slim, leather case.
Opening the case, I find an iPad. Holy shit... an iPad.
A white card is resting on the screen with a message written in Taehyung's handwriting: Holy cow. I have a Kim Taehyung mix-tape in the guise of a high-end iPad. I shake my head in disapproval because of the expense, but deep down I love it. Jack at the office has one, so I know how they work.
I switch it on and gasp as the wallpaper image appears: a small model glider. Oh my.
It's the Blanik L23 I gave him, mounted on a glass stand and sitting on what I think is Taehyung's desk at his office. I gape at it.
He built it! He really did build it. I remember now he mentioned it in the note with the flowers. I'm reeling, and I know in that instant that he's put a great deal of thought into this gift.
I slide the arrow at the bottom of the screen to unlock it and gasp again. The background photograph is of Taehyung and me at my graduation in the marquee. It's the one that appeared in the Seattle Times. Taehyung looks so handsome and I can't help my face-splitting grin, as my inner goddess curls up hugging himself on his chaise longue -?? Yes, and he's mine!
With a swipe of my finger, the icons shift, and several new ones appear on the next screen. A Kindle app, iBooks, Words - whatever that is.
Holy shit! The British Library? I touch the icon and a menu appears: Historical collection. Scrolling down, I select novels of the 18th and 19th century. Another menu. I tap on a title: The American by Henry James.
A new window opens, offering me a scanned copy of the book to read. Holy crap - it's an early edition, published in 1879, and it's on my iPad! He's bought me the British Library at a touch of a button.
I exit quickly, knowing that I could be lost in this app for an eternity. I notice a "good food" app that makes me roll my eyes and smile at the same time, a news app, a weather app, but his note mentioned music.
I go back to the main screen, hit the iPod icon and a playlist appears. I scroll through the songs, and the list makes me smile. Thomas Tallis - I'm not going to forget that in a hurry. I heard it twice, after all, while he flogged and fucked me to it. "Witchcraft." My grin gets wider - dancing around the great room.
The Bach Marcello piece?? oh no, that's way too sad for my mood right now. Hmm. Jeff Buckley??..yeah, I've heard of him. Snow Patrol - my favorite band - and a song called "Principles of Lust" by Enigma.
How Taehyung of him.
I smirk.
Another called "Possession"... oh yes, very Beyond Layers. And a few more I have never heard.
