{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: Toulouse- No running from me}
Jungkook P.O.V.
As I reach for the hairdryer, a tangible ray of hope blossoms. We will find a middle way. We just have to recognize each other's needs and accommodate them. I can do that, surely?
I gaze at myself in the dresser mirror. I'm wearing the pale blue shirt that Taylor bought and had packed for me. My hair is a mess, my face flushed, my lips swollen - I touch them, remembering Taehyung's searing kisses, and I can't help a small smile as I stare. Yes, I do, he said. -
"Where are we going exactly?" I ask as we wait in the lobby for the parking valet.
Taehyung taps the side of his nose and winks at me conspiratorially, looking like he's desperately trying to contain his glee. Frankly, it's very un-Taehyung of him.
He was like this when we went gliding - perhaps that's what we're doing. I beam back at him. He stares down his nose at me in that superior way he has with his lopsided grin.
Leaning down, he kisses me gently.
"Do you have any idea how happy you make me feel?" he murmurs.
"Yes... I know exactly. Because you do the same for me."
The valet zooms up in Taehyung's car, wearing a face-splitting grin. Jeez, everyone is so happy today.
"Great car, sir," he mumbles as he hands over the keys. Taehyung winks and gives him an obscenely large tip.
I frown at him. Honestly.
As we cruise through the traffic, Taehyung is deep in thought. A young woman's voice comes over the loudspeakers; it has a beautiful, rich, mellow timbre, and I lose myself in her sad, soulful voice.
"I need to make a detour. It shouldn't take long," he says absentmindedly, distracting me from the song.
Oh, why? I'm intrigued to know the surprise. My inner goddess is bouncing about like a five-year-old.
"Sure," I murmur. Something is amiss. Suddenly, he looks grimly determined.
He pulls into the parking lot of large car dealership, stops the car, and turns to face me, his expression wary.
"We need to get you a new car," he says. I gape at him.
Now? On a Sunday? What the hell? And this is a Saab dealership.
"Not an Audi?" is, stupidly, the only thing I can think of to say, and bless him, he actually flushes.
Holy cow - Taehyung, embarrassed. This is a first.
"I thought you might like something else," he mutters. He's almost squirming.
Oh, please... This is too valuable an opportunity not to tease him. I smirk. "A Saab?"
