{BOOK THREE}...When unworldly literature student Jeon Jungkook first encountered the driven and dazzling young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung it sparked a sensual affair that changed both of their lives irrevocably. Shocked, intrigued, and, ultimately, r...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
"Where in Portland, Mister Kim?" Sawyer asks gently.
"OHSU," I choke out. "The big hospital."
Sawyer pulls out into the street and heads for the I-5, while I keen softly in the back of the car, muttering wordless prayers. Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay.
My phone rings, "Your Love Is King" startling me from my mantra.
"Taehyung," I gasp.
"Christ, Kook. What's wrong?"
"It's Minho—he's been in an accident."
"Shit!"
"Yes. I am on my way to Portland."
"Portland? Please tell me Sawyer is with you."
"Yes, he's driving."
"Where is Minho?"
"At OHSU."
I hear a muffled voice in the background. "Yes, Ros," Taehyung snaps angrily. "I know! Sorry, baby—I can be there in about three hours. I have business I need to finish here. I'll fly down."
Oh shit. Charlie Tango is back in commission and last time Taehyung flew her . . .
"I have a meeting with some guys over from Taiwan. I can't blow them off. It's a deal we've been hammering out for months."
Why do I know nothing about this?
"I'll leave as soon as I can."
"Okay," I whisper. And I want to say that it's okay, stay in Seattle, and sort out your business, but the truth is I want him with me.
"Oh, baby," he whispers.
"I'll be okay, Taehyung. Take your time. Don't rush. I don't want to worry about you, too. Fly safely."
"I will."
"Love you."
"I love you, too, baby. I'll be with you as soon as I can. Keep Luke close."
"Yes, I will."
"I'll see you later."
"Bye." After hanging up, I hug my knees once more. I know nothing about Taehyung's business. What the hell is he doing with the Taiwanese? I gaze out the window as we pass Boeing Field-King County Airport.
He must fly safely.
My stomach knots anew and nausea threatens. Minho and Taehyung. I don't think my heart could take that. Leaning back, I start my mantra again: Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay.
"Mister Kim." Sawyer's voice rouses me. "We're on the hospital grounds. I just have to find the ER."
"I know where it is." My mind flits back to my last visit to OHSU when, on my second day, I fell off a stepladder at Clayton's, twisting my ankle. I recall Paul Clayton hovering over me and shudder at the memory.
