Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

3.

Jungkook POV

I leisurely pour myself a generous glass of rich red wine, carefully selecting a spot on the plush sofa to settle into. The warm, dim red light of the room envelops me, casting an elegant amber glow over the glass held in my hands. With a sense of anticipation, I reach for the file resting on the nearby side-table, feeling a surge of excitement as I crack it open, revealing the contents I have been eagerly awaiting.

"Kim Taehyung." I say out loud. "Age 20. Black hair, emerald eyes. 5'9. Shoe size: 265mm. Favorite color: black. Phone number: (778) 259 6996. Son of Baek Hyon, the COO of Jung Industry and Nari Kim. Un-employed, currently looking for a job. Fiancé of Kang Ha-yoon, heir to Kang Enterprise. Friend of Park Jimin. Lives at SeaCoast Row, first house to the right. Regularly visits The Bar close to his home." I skim through the other pages until I reach the end where I spot a few photos of him.

As I stand in contemplation before the photograph displayed prominently before me, a wave of profound awe washes over me, stirred by the overwhelming splendor emanating from the young boy's captivating visage captured within the confines of its frame. The luxuriant cascade of jet-black hair that cascades elegantly around his flawlessly contoured face stands as a marvel of natural beauty, framing his features with a timeless grace that seems almost surreal. The depths of his emerald green eyes exude a luminous quality that seems to transcend the physical realm, their brilliance drawing me irresistibly into their enigmatic depths. Each aspect of his countenance appears to have been meticulously shaped, evoking the image of a living, breathing porcelain doll crafted with meticulous care. My fingertips, moving almost of their own volition, delicately caress the surface of the boy's exquisitely beautiful face, a sensation of longing and yearning welling up within me, resonating deeply within the core of my being.

My perfect doll.

Mine, all mine.

Taehyung POV

"Taehyung-ah!" my dad's voice bellows from the living room. Startled, I release an irritated sigh and reluctantly hit pause on the show I had been deeply immersed in, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity about what he needed my attention for.

"What?" I ask as I come over to him. My dad turns around, a bouquet of black roses in his hands. "Are those for mom? I know for a fact that she doesn't like black roses."

"No. They were addressed to you, actually." My dad exclaims, passing the bouquet to me.

"Me?" I ask, wondering if it was Ha-yoon.

"Yes." He replies. "Your mom will be back in a hour and something came up at work, so I'm leaving. Will you be fine on your own?"

"Of course, dad. I'll see you soon." I say and walk back to my room, closing the door behind me.

I study the roses, my fingers delicately tracing over each soft petal, marveling at the vibrant colors and the delicate texture of the delicate petals. As I lean closer, the strong, intoxicating scent of the roses fills my senses, prompting a contented sigh to escape my lips in response. Although black roses hold a special place in my heart as my favorite flowers, I remember that I neglected to mention this preference to Ha-yoon. Pondering the coincidence, I take a moment to express my gratitude by swiftly typing out a message on my phone, thanking Ha-yoon for the thoughtful gift of flowers.

After locating an empty vase to house the beautiful roses, I carefully arrange them, ensuring they sit just right before placing them gently inside. With the task complete, I retreat to my cozy bed, reaching for the remote to resume watching my show. However, my brief moment of relaxation is interrupted by a sudden notification from my phone, alerting me with a distinct ding. With a relaxed demeanor, I lazily extend my arm to retrieve the device, opening the text message to see what awaits me.