{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.
After dressing in sweatpants and a T-shirt, I sit between Taehyung's legs as he dries my hair.
"So did Clark tell you anything else while I was unconscious?"
"Not that I recall."
"I heard a few of your conversations."
The hairbrush stills in my hair.
"Did you?" he asks, his tone nonchalant.
"Yes. My dad, your dad, Detective Clark . . . your mom."
"And Jimin?"
"Jimin was there?"
"Briefly, yes. He's mad at you, too."
I turn in his lap. "Stop with the everyone is mad at Kook crap, okay?"
"Just telling you the truth," Taehyung says, bemused by my outburst.
"Yes, it was reckless, but you know, your sister was in danger."
His face falls. "Yes. She was." Switching off the hairdryer, he puts it down on the bed beside him. He grasps my chin.
"Thank you," he says, surprising me. "But no more recklessness. Because next time, I will spank the living shit out of you."
I gasp.
"You wouldn't!"
"I would." He's serious. Holy cow. Deadly serious. "I have your stepfather's permission." He smirks. He's teasing me! Or is he? I launch myself at him, and he twists so that I fall onto the bed and into his arms. As I land, pain from my ribs shoots through me and I wince.
Taehyung pales. "Behave!" he admonishes, and for a moment he's angry.
"Sorry," I mumble, caressing his cheek.
He nuzzles my hand and kisses it gently. "Honestly, Kook, you really have no regard for your own safety." He tugs up the hem of my T-shirt and then rests his fingers on my belly. I stop breathing. "It's not just you anymore," he whispers, trailing his fingertips along the waistband of my sweats, caressing my skin. Desire explodes unexpected, hot, and heavy in my blood. I gasp and Taehyung tenses, halting his fingers and gazing down at me. He moves his hand up and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
"No," he whispers.
What?
"Don't look at me like that. I've seen the bruises. And the answer's no." His voice is firm, and he kisses my forehead.
I squirm. "Taehyung," I whine.
"No. Get into bed." He sits up.
"Bed?"
"You need rest."
"I need you."
He closes his eyes and shakes his head as if it's a great effort of will. When he opens them again, his eyes are bright with his resolve. "Just do as you're told, love."
