Fifty shades of Kim

Chapter seventeen

[A/n: Thanks to all of my readers for the lovely comments, but all the credits goes to the writer of the movie, while I am just making a taejin version here. I appreciate you giving your precious time in reading it]

[Will edit it later. Do comment if you find any error]

Taehyung opens the passenger-side door to the black Audi SUV, and I walked in. It's a beast of a car.

He hasn't mentioned the outburst of passion that exploded in the elevator. Should I? Should we talk about it or pretend that it didn't happen? It hardly seems real, my first proper no-holds-barred kiss.

I think never happened, it never existed. Perhaps I imagined it all, no. I touch my lips, swollen from his kiss. It definitely happened. I am changing, I want this man desperately, and he wanted me.

I glance at him. Taehyung is his usual polite, slightly distant self.

How confusing.

He starts the engine and reverses out of his space in the parking lot. He switches on the sound system. The car interior is filled with the sweetest, most magical music. I don't know the song thro nor I am familiar with the singer.

Oh wow all my senses are in disarray, so this is doubly affecting. It sends delicious shivers up my spine. Taehyung pulls out onto Southwest Park Avenue, and he drives with easy, lazy confidence.

"What are we listening to?"

"It's The Flower Duel by Delibes, from the opera Lakme, do you like it?"

"Taehyung, it's wonderful"

"It is, isn't it?" He grins, glancing al me. And for a fleeting moment, he seems more young, carefree, and heart- stopping beautiful. Is this the key to him? Music? I sit and listen to the angelic voices teasing and seducing me.

"Can I hear that again?"

"Of course." He pushes a button, and the music is caressing me once more. It's a gentle, slow, sweet, and sure assault on my aural senses.

"You like classical music?" I ask, hoping for a rare insight into his personal preferences. "My taste is eclectic, Seokjin, I listen to every kind of song but it depends on my mood. You?"

"Me, too. Though I don't know who Apere Lakme is." He turns and gazes at me briefly before his eyes are back on the road.

"That's Opera Lakme."

"Whatever."

The few minutes of silence, with the music playing was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing over the sound system speakers, Taehyung hits a button on the steering wheel

"Kim Taehyung," he snaps. He's so brusque.

"Mr. Kim, it's Suhon here. I have the information you require." A rasping, disembodied voice comes over the speakers.

"Good, e-mail it to me. Anything to add?"

"No, sir."

He presses the button, then the call ceases and the music is back. No good-bye or Thanks. I'm so glad that I never seriously entertained the thought of working for him. I shudder at the very idea. He's just too controlling and cold with his employees. The music cuts off again for the phone.

"Kim Taehyung."

"The NDA has been e-mailed to you, Mr. Kim" A woman's voice.

"Good. That's all, Yuna."

"Good day, sir."

Taehyung hangs up by pressing a button on the steering wheel. The music is on very briefly when the phone rings again. Holy hell, is this his life constant nagging phone calls?