{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: Sabrina Claudio- Frozen }
Jungkook P.O.V.
His eyes widen
"You'll marry me?" he whispers, incredulous.
I nod nervously, flushing and anxious and not quite believing his reaction - this man whom I thought I'd lost. How could he not understand how much I love him?
"Say it," he orders softly, his gaze intense and hot.
"Yes, I'll marry you."
He inhales sharply and moves suddenly, grabbing me and swinging me around in a most un-Taelike manner. He's laughing, young and carefree, radiating joyful elation. I grab his arms to hold on, feeling his muscles ripple beneath my fingers, and his infectious laughter sweeps me up - dizzy, addled, a lad totally and utterly smitten with his beautiful man. He puts me down and kisses me. Hard. His hands are on either side of my face, his tongue insistent, persuasive... arousing.
"Oh, Kook," he breathes against my lips, and it's an exultation that leaves me reeling.
He loves me, of that I have no doubt, and I savor the taste of this delicious man, this man I thought I might never see again. His joy is evident - his eyes shining, his youthful smile - and his relief is almost palpable.
"I thought I'd lost you," I murmur, still dazzled and breathless from his kiss.
"Baby, it will take more than a malfunctioning 135 to keep me away from you."
"135?"
"Charlie Tango. She's a Eurocopter 135, the safest in its class." Some unnamed but dark emotion crosses his face briefly, distracting me. What isn't he saying? Before I can ask him, he stills and looks down at me, frowning, and for a moment I think he's going to tell me. I blink up into his speculative hazel eyes.
"Wait a minute. You gave this to me before we saw Flynn," he says, holding up the keychain. He looks almost horrified.
Oh dear, where's he going with this? I nod, keeping a straight face.
His mouth drops open.
I shrug apologetically. "I wanted you to know that whatever Flynn said, it wouldn't make a difference to me."
Taehyung blinks at me in disbelief. "So all yesterday evening, when I was begging you for an answer, I had it already?" He's dismayed. I nod again, trying desperately to gauge his reaction. He gazes at me in stupefied wonder, but then narrows his eyes and his mouth twists with amused irony.
"All that worry," he whispers ominously. I grin at him and shrug once more. "Oh, don't try and get cute with me, Mister Jeon. Right now, I want..." He runs his hand through his hair, then shakes his head and changes tack.
