{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.
An array of instruments and bizarre implements - I don't have a clue what they are, or what they're for - are carefully laid out in the display drawer.
I pick one up. It's bullet-shaped with a sort of handle. Hmm... what the hell do you do with that? My mind boggles, though I think I have an idea. Jeez, there are four different sizes!
My scalp prickles and I glance up.
Taehyung is standing in the doorway, staring at me, his face unreadable. How long has he been there? I feel like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
"Hi." I smile nervously at him, and I know my eyes are wide and that I'm deathly pale.
"What are you doing?" he says softly, but there's an undercurrent in his tone.
Oh shit. Is he mad? I flush. "Er... I was bored and curious," I mutter, embarrassed to be found out. He said he'd be two hours.
"That's a very dangerous combination." He runs his long index finger across his lower lip in quiet contemplation, not taking his eyes off me. I swallow and my mouth is dry.
Slowly, he enters the room and closes the door quietly behind him, his eyes liquid hazel fire. Oh my. He leans casually over the chest of drawers, but I think his stance is deceptive.
My inner goddess doesn't know whether it's fight or flight time.
"So, what exactly are you curious about, Mister Jeon? Perhaps I could enlighten you."
"The door was open... I - " I gaze at Taehyung as I hold my breath and blink, uncertain as ever of his reaction or what I should say. His eyes are dark. I think he's amused, but it's difficult to tell. He places his elbows on the museum chest and rests his chin on his clasped hands.
"I was in here earlier today wondering what to do with it all. I must have forgotten to lock it." He scowls momentarily as if leaving the door unlocked is a terrible lapse in judgment. I frown - it's not like him to be forgetful.
"Oh?"
"But now here you are, curious as ever." His voice is soft, puzzled.
"You're not mad?" I whisper, using my remaining breath.
He cocks his head to one side, and his lips twitch in amusement.
"Why would I be mad?"
"I feel like I'm trespassing... and you're always mad at me." My voice is quiet, though I'm relieved. Taehyung's brow creases once more.
"Yes, you're trespassing, but I'm not mad. I hope that one day you'll live with me here, and all this" - he gestures vaguely round the room with one hand - "will be yours, too."
My playroom... eh? I gape at him - that's a lot to take in.
"That's why I was in here today. Trying to decide what to do." He taps his lips with his index finger. "Am I angry with you all the time? I wasn't this morning."
