{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.
"Here, go pee in this." She's all business today - taking no prisoners.
Meekly, I accept the small plastic container she's offered and wander in a daze into the bathroom. No. No. No. No way... No way... Please no. No.
What will Taehyung do? I go pale. He'll freak.
No, please! I whisper a silent prayer.
I hand Dr. Greene my sample, and she carefully places a small white stick in it.
How am I supposed to think about such minutiae when all I can do is stare anxiously at the white stick?
"And when did you stop taking the pill?"
"Sunday. Last Sunday."
She purses her lips.
"You should be okay," she says sharply. "I can tell by your expression that an un-planned pregnancy would not be welcome news. Medroxyprogesterone is a good idea if you can't remember to take the pill every day." She gives me a stern look, and I quail under her authoritative glare. Picking up the white stick, she peers at it.
"You're in the clear. You've not ovulated yet, so provided you've been taking proper precautions, you shouldn't be pregnant. Now, let me counsel you about this shot. We dis-counted it last time because of the side effects, but quite frankly, the side effects of a child are far-reaching and go on for years." She smiles, pleased with herself and her little joke, but I can't begin to respond - I'm too stunned.
Dr. Greene launches into full disclosure mode about side effects, and I sit paralyzed with relief, not listening to a word. I think I'd tolerate any number of strange women standing at the end of my bed rather than confess to Taehyung that I might be pregnant.
"Kook!" Dr. Greene snaps. "Let's do this thing." She pulls me out of my reverie, and I willingly roll up my sleeve. -
Taehyung closes the door behind her and gazes at me warily. "Everything okay?" he asks.
I nod mutely, and he tilts his head to one side, his face tense with concern.
"Jungkook, what is it? What did Dr. Greene say?"
I shake my head. "You're good to go in seven days," I mutter.
"Seven days?"
"Yes."
"Kook, what's wrong?"
I swallow. "It's nothing to worry about. Please, Taehyung, just leave it."
Taehyung looms in front of me. He grasps my chin, tipping my head back, and stares emphatically into my eyes, trying to decipher my panic.
"Tell me," he snaps insistently.
"There's nothing to tell. I'd like to get dressed." I pull my chin out of his reach.
