Love to Hate (Ch. 8)
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.
Rating: 18+ (not an explicit chapter)
Warnings: mentions of cheating (past)
Word Count: 10,561
“I don’t have to point out the irony, do I?” Hoseok shouts to be heard over the wind. “The fact that you’re terrified of open water, but run an organization dedicated to saving the ocean?”
“Nope,” you say, gripping the rope like a lifeline. “No need to point out the obvious.”
Hoseok grins. “Anytime,” he laughs, stepping onto the yacht.
Determinedly, you stare at the gangplank before you. You can do this, you reason. People walk onto boats every day and walk off them, alive. There’s no reason you would be the one to trip, fall into the ocean and be devoured by a shark. Or worse.
Shit. Now you’re thinking about what worse would be.
When Olya suggested this meeting, you agreed without really listening to the particulars. The particulars were important though, since they involved meeting Doug Johnson – reticent mayor of Marine Cove himself – onboard a yacht owned by one of Seokjin’s friends. A meeting during which you’ll be setting sail for several hours.
On the open ocean. Alone.
Most likely, you’ll die.
At least today will be a distraction, you think, gingerly placing a foot on the gangplank. After the events of the past week, you’ve done everything short of flinging yourself into the sun to distance your thoughts from Jungkook.
Forcing your concentration, you run the last several steps to enter the ship. Catching your breath, you turn and find Hoseok looking bemused.
Casual, he pushes his glasses up his nose. “Come on.” Hoseok turns. “Liam should be here any minute.”
Ah, yes – the other nerve-wracking part of today.
Marine Cove still hasn’t given a response about whether they’ll participate in your coastal ecosystem project. In a final effort, Hoseok suggested bringing Liam along. Marine Cove’s biggest worry is their main employer abandoning the town in retaliation. Hopefully, introducing Doug to Liam will remind Marine Cove there are other companies willing to work with Clean Ocean.
A promising idea, but one wreaking havoc on your sanity – what’s left of it, anyways. After your parents’ party on Saturday, you’re hanging on by a thread. First you introduced Liam to your parents way too soon and received their unfortunate approval, and then…
Well. And then.
Shutting out thoughts of Jungkook, you return to the problem at hand. Forcibly confronting your fear of open water might be the only thing planet capable of tearing your thoughts away from Jungkook.
At least only Hoseok saw your embarrassing entrance. He insisted on arriving a half-hour early to set up, resulting in no one seeing your struggle. By the time Olya and Liam get here, hopefully your motion sickness pills will have kicked in.
Beneath your feet, the boat gently rocks while you wait on the deck. Checking your phone, you see zero messages. Ignoring the way your heart pinches, you replace your phone as a man enters the stern.
“You must be Y/N and Hoseok,” he says with a grin.
Stepping forward, the sun’s rays light him as though they belong there. Blonde hair, tan skin, and an easy smile – the man could be an advertisement for surfing but for a steadiness which makes you trust him implicitly. Safely, you assume he must be the captain.
“Yes,” you say, shaking his outstretched hand. “And you must be… Noah?”
“At your service.” Finished with greetings, Noah steps back to lace both hands before him. “Would you like a tour of the vessel before heading upstairs? That’s where the table has been set up for your meeting.”
“Sure.” Hoseok cuts off your noise of protest. “That’d be great.”
Nodding, Noah turns and disappears down the hall.
You tug on Hoseok’s sleeve. “Didn’t you want to prepare for the meeting?” you hiss.
“This is preparing. Or don’t you want to know where the exits are?”
Hoseok has a point, so you nod and follow suit. The boat – yacht? Ship? –is beautiful, you have to admit. It belongs to one of Seokjin’s family friends and whatever he did to allow your use, you don’t want to know.
The interior is clean and white with bright wooden beams overhead. Having entered from the stern, you follow Noah through the interior to reach the bow. He points out several rooms as you pass – staff quarters, an equipment room, a game space and more.
You nod, slightly dazed when you come to a stop at a narrow staircase. At the top, the view frankly takes away your breath. Hoseok lets out a low whistle, climbing behind you.
“Damn,” he says, stopping to take in the view.
Ahead is the bow, waterproof cushions laid out for sunning. A steel ladder descends to the deck – one you won’t be using, you decide. The marina stretches beyond it, and past that lies the ocean in waves of pure blue. It hurts your eyes and, squinting at the brightness, you turn away.
Immediately you spot the table Noah mentioned – a small, four-person space set with paper, pens and assorted drinks and snacks.
Noticing your glance, Noah asks, “Will it be just you two today?”
“We’re expecting three more,” says Hoseok. “So, we need another chair.”
Taking this all in stride, Noah nods. “I’ll go and grab one. You two make yourselves at home.”
Once he’s gone, you look at Hoseok. “Three?”
“Mhm.” He nods. “I asked Olya to come.”
Pointedly not meeting your gaze, Hoseok pulls out a chair to sit at the table. Hiding a smile, you leisurely join.
“So,” you say, nonchalant. “Olya’s coming.”
“So. You’re scared of fish.”
Your smile vanishes. “I’m not scared of fish, Hobi. I want fish to live in a clean and safe environment. I just don’t think people give the ocean the respect it deserves!”
Lips twitching, Hoseok shakes his head. “It is pretty spectacular, I’ll admit,” he says, gazing around the deck.
“I know,” you agree. “When we’re docked, I appreciate it even more. I just wish we’d stay in the harbor today.”
“We are.” Hoseok closes his eyes. “I was fucking with you when I said we’d be at open sea.”
You gape for a moment before smacking him – hard – on one arm. Hoseok laughs and jerks upright, swatting right back. Before you can fully berate him, someone calls from below.
“Hello?” Liam’s voice drifts from the staircase. “Anyone here?”
“We’re up here,” you call back. “Hoseok and I are upstairs!”
Liam’s hair appears first, windswept and golden. His eyes crinkle as they emerge, revealing a smile when he clears the last steps. On the landing he pauses to take in your surroundings.
“Wow.” Liam whistles. “What does your friend do again?”
“It’s not his boat,” you say, rising from your chair. “But it is beautiful.”
Turning from the ocean, Liam’s gaze darkens when he sees you. “It’s not the only thing,” he agrees, dropping his voice so Hoseok won’t hear.
His words prompt butterflies in your stomach, the unmistakable pleasure of being complimented and – that’s it. Nothing beyond that. No sweaty palms, throbbing heart, or sudden speechlessness. Before you can adequately mask your disappointment, Hoseok jumps in.
“Should we go over the plan?” he asks. “Before Doug arrives.”
Retreating from you, Liam nods and gestures for you to sit first.
“Sure thing,” he says, and you rejoin the table.
Since Saturday, you’ve been in contact with Liam nearly every day. Nothing crazy, just a hey, how are you here and a goodnight text there. Your exchanges have been pleasant, if not exciting.
Which is a good thing, you remind yourself.
Liam is the exact opposite of crying alone in a hotel bathroom until you can breathe easily enough to pretend nothing happened.
Holding onto this, you glance upward and catch Hoseok watching. His brows furrow, and he stares a moment longer than necessary before Captain Noah returns.
“Ah, another one,” he says, setting down the fifth chair. Good-naturedly, Noah sticks out his hand for Liam to shake. “Apologies for not greeting you at the dock. Wanted to make sure everything was set up here.”
Half-rising, Liam offers a smile. “No problem at all,” he says, shaking hands. “Beautiful boat you have here.”
“Not mine.” Laughing a little, Noah withdraws. “But beautiful, all the same. I’ll head downstairs to greet the rest of your guests. Let me know if you need anything!”
“Thanks, Noah!” you call as he leaves.
Silence falls when he leaves, save for the wind off the ocean. A quick glance at Hoseok shows him texting someone, probably Olya.
“So.” Liam leans in. “Strategy?”
“Right,” you exhale.
Earlier, you printed out copies of Hoseok’s talking points. Accepting the paper you hand him, Liam quickly scans the page as Hoseok’s phone dings.
“That’s Olya,” he says, jumping up. “I’ll go get her.”
You have no time to protest before Hoseok disappears. Taking advantage of his absence, Liam leans forward until his knee presses to yours.
“So,” he says, his voice low. “I enjoyed meeting your family on Saturday.”
“Did you?” You blink, unable to mask your surprise. “That has to be my first time hearing that.”
“Granted” – Liam laughs – “those types of parties aren’t my thing, but it was nice to be introduced to people as your boyfriend.”
“Ah.” You hesitate. “You… really don’t need to worry about that. Jason tends to get carried away.”
“I didn’t mind,” Liam says, not hearing the subtext. “I liked when he said it.”
“Oh. Sure.”
Sinking a little, you ponder how best to fix this when Olya and Hoseok return. Pasting a smile over your face, you make room for Olya as Liam asks Hoseok a question.
While they’re talking, you can’t help but look at Liam.
It was strange, how Liam acted on Saturday – or rather, how he didn’t act. Since meeting, Liam has said he doesn’t belong in your parents’ world but from what you saw, Liam fits in better than you. Take now, for instance. His crisp, linen trousers and white shirt are ready-made for a yacht. You’re ninety percent sure you’ve seen your father wear the same get-up.
You’re so entrenched in these thoughts, you nearly miss the moment Doug arrives. Hoseok notices though, the legs of his chair scraping as he stands.
“Mr. Johnson,” he says brightly. “Please, have a seat.”
Scanning the table, Doug nods and places his briefcase on the floor. “Hello, everyone,” he says, seating himself beside you. “I know Hoseok and Y/N, but I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting everyone else.”
“Liam Jessen.” Liam extends his hand. “CEO of Infinity Motors.”
Doug glances briefly at this, then back up. “I see.” His gaze cuts to Olya. “And you are?”
“Olya Cermak,” she supplies. “Head of Communication and Events for Clean Ocean.��
Doug nods, recognizing the name. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
“Now that we’re all acquainted,” you say, jumping in. “Shall we get started?”
“Yes, let’s.” Doug nods. “I suppose I can tell you the city council has yet to come to a decision regarding our participation. It might be best if we withdraw until after the pilot.”
His words cause your heart to sink, though you try not to show it.
“That would be a shame.” Hoseok pushes up his glasses. “We invited Mr. Jessen so that you could talk. I know you’re concerned about how temporary closures might affect small businesses. As a business owner himself, Liam might be able to better explain the benefits of our programs.”
“That’s right,” Liam says confidently. “Infinity Motors has always–”
“You’re a big business, though.” Turning away, Doug cuts Liam off. “I fail to see how your experiences are relevant to brick-and-mortar stores with seasonal customers. Just one month’s loss of income could be enough to drive them out of business.”
Liam falters, glancing at you with a panicked expression. Doug has a point though and, as you realize this, even Hoseok falls silent. Your last-ditch effort might be dead in the water.
Except.
Doug’s speech would be more convincing if he hadn’t told you his greatest fear was that clothing corporation. Painting himself as the savior of small business is laying it on a bit thick. The moment you think this, Jungkook comes to mind, and you hear your conversation play back in your mind.
Are you talking about blackmail?
No. I’m talking about explaining their options.
Teeth gritted, you have a momentary debate before deciding to hell with it. Smoothing your expression, you lean back in your seat.
“Doug,” you respond, folding your hands together. “Let’s all be honest, okay? You’re having second thoughts about participating in Clean Ocean’s program because of threats from a certain clothing company – right?”
Doug is silent long enough to confirm your suspicions.
You nod, as though in agreement. “I suppose I can’t fault you for that. You’re only looking out for your town and that company is a major employer.”
“That’s… true,” he says slowly.
Brow furrowed, Doug continues to look at you skeptically. Clearly, he doesn’t trust you and for good reason. Hoseok gives you a similar look and silently, you will him to hold on.
“Ultimately, Clean Ocean can find another town to pilot with.” You shrug. “Hell, we already have two other cities lined up. There’s unfortunately no shortage of polluted cities. The main reason we thought of you was because of said clothing company.”
Although Doug remains silent, he appears to be listening.
Reaching out, you take another sip of your water. “I know it can be hard to divorce the short-term from long-term. Right now, this company is threatening to leave. In the long term though, your tourist numbers continue to dwindle. Those businesses you claim to care about won’t have sustainable profits to live off much longer. I can only imagine what they’ll think once they hear their city council passed on a coastal renovation project.”
Hearing this, Doug’s eyes widen.
“Is… that a threat?” he says, stunned.
“Of course not,” you say, keeping your expression neutral. “Merely an observation.”
“So, what then,” Doug blusters. “You’ll go over my head? Leak the news that we turned you down to the press?”
Hoseok makes a tsk-ing noise in the back of his throat.
“A news leak. No, no – nothing like that.” Doug’s momentary look of relief disappears when Hoseok continues, “It would be understandable though, if a lower-level employee accidentally published a release with our Head of Communications out of office. The one which lists Marine Cove as a program participant.”
Olya nods. “Terrible, but understandable. How can employees learn without making mistakes? Of course, it’d be embarrassing if Marine Cove needed to correct our materials. Explain how they turned down our offer.”
Looking slightly green, Doug glances between you. “The council won’t like this,” he warns.
He seems queasy enough for you to take pity. You know first-hand how companies like your parents’ operate. Setting down the water, you lean in.
“I meant what I said,” you tell him. “We can find another city to work with. The only reason I’m pressing is because I believe Marine Cove would benefit from this program. If you decide it’s not worth it – fine. All I’m doing is saying you have options if the council refuses to act in your town’s best interest.”
Something akin to hope rekindles in Doug’s gaze.
Relief seeps through you. That was a gamble, but you couldn’t help but notice Doug’s declinations always involve the city council. It sucks to be the messenger, especially when it’s for a cause you don’t believe in. Hopefully, your information helps Doug to push back.
Sensing you’ve outworn your welcome, you push back your chair.
“It might be worth asking,” you continue, “why the possibility of the public knowing the truth is so alarming to the council.”
Doug remains quiet, only looking up when Olya slides an envelope towards him.
“An invitation,” she says, standing as well. “For a pre-launch event this Friday. The launch party is next Saturday, but we’re holding a smaller gathering for investors and participants only. We hope to see you there.”
“Thank you,” Doug says, staring dazedly at the card.
Casting him a sympathetic look, Olya grabs her purse and turns away. Hoseok and Liam start to leave, the latter pausing at the top of the stairwell.
“Y/N, are you coming?” Liam asks.
You nod, although Doug still hasn’t moved. “In a minute,” you say, waving him onward. “You go ahead, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Liam departs.
You wait until his footsteps fade, wondering if he were someone else, would you have asked them to stay. As soon as you think this, you shake your head. There’s no point wondering what-ifs when you have a job to do.
“I’m not trying to be an asshole,” you say.
Doug gives a low laugh. “No?” he asks, looking up. “A happy coincidence, then.”
You ignore this. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before; all women in business have heard worse, especially when they need to be firm against men.
“I really do believe it’s for the best,” you continue. “I think you do, as well – despite what you said.”
Doug pauses, then stands and looks out at the ocean. “I know,” he says, shoulders drooping. “That’s what makes this so damned hard.”
Noticing he holds the Clean Ocean invitation, you decide to press on.
“The pre-launch party is more than just a gesture,” you offer. “Clean Ocean has a lot of investors. Infinity Motors is just one of them. If that clothing company does decide to leave…”
You trail off, allowing him to fill in the blanks. A moment passes, then Doug turns his head.
“Who knows?” you say as you move towards the staircase. “Maybe you’ll find another company to replace them.”
Doug doesn’t respond, and you emerge on the lower deck to blink in the sunlight. Hoseok and Liam stand ahead of you, quietly conversing against the railing. Olya is beside them, frantically typing something on her phone. When they hear your approach, all three of them look up.
“Hey.” Breaking away, Liam smiles. “All done?”
“Yep,” you say. “I –”
Doug appears behind you.
“Thank you all for the meeting. Mr. Jessen,” he adds, glancing at Liam. “I’ll be reaching out to you with questions about your Clean Ocean involvement.”
Liam blinks, recovering enough to nod. “I look forward to it.”
Pulling sunglasses from his pocket, Doug slips them on. “You can expect my final response on the subject by the weekend.”
Hoseok lifts a brow. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
Glancing your way, you think Doug almost smiles before striding away. You wait until he’s out of view before you release your breath. Even Hoseok sags slightly before he whirls around.
“That was not in the bullet-points,” he huffs.
“I know, I know,” you groan, slumping on the wall. “But Hobi, he completely shut us down. I had to change directions.”
“I know,” Hoseok says. “And it was a risk, but… damn, it paid off. Good job.” Smiling a little, he pulls out his phone. “I need to head to the office, but you should stick around. Celebrate. Maybe take Seokjin’s boat for a spin around the marina.”
You glare daggers at him and Hoseok smirks, knowing that’s the last thing you’d want. Liam doesn’t seem to notice, looking around in surprise.
“This is the Kim family boat?”
“No,” you correct. “Just someone he knows. And no thanks to the joyride, but I will say goodbye to Noah.”
“No need,” Hoseok says. “Olya said goodbye for all of us.”
Olya nods. “Yeah, he mentioned something about preparing lunch. Hoseok,” she says, turning around. “Can I get a ride to the office? This Friday caterer is giving my assistant the runaround. Don’t worry,” she adds, spotting you. “I’ve got it covered.”
“Yeah, sure,” Hoseok says, fishing for his keys.
Liam glances between you. “Will you be heading into the office as well, Y/N?”
“Oh.” You pause. “I – well, I was planning to.”
“Oh.” His face falls a little. “Right. I was kind of hoping we could grab lunch.”
Guilt flashes through you at his expression. You have a ton of work at the office, but it would be nice to get some fresh air – on land, of course. And you did say you’d give Liam a chance. That means going on things like day dates.
“Okay, sure,” you allow, glancing at Hoseok. “Can you move all my afternoon meetings?”
“Sure, yeah. I’ll text Jason to call you back tomorrow.”
Again, you smack Hoseok, prompting laughter from Olya. “Anyways,” you say loudly, turning to Liam. “Yes, I’m free for lunch.”
“Great.” He smiles. “I’m parked around the corner.”
Nodding, you retrace your steps to exit the gangway. As soon as you’re on solid ground, you exhale in relief. You have gotten better at being on the water. When you were young, your parents could barely bribe you to step foot on a boat. Now, you barely notice – apart from entering, exiting and the actual sailing.
Heading up the hill, you find Liam’s car parked beyond a meter. Hoseok and Olya keep going, waving and leaving the two of you alone.
“So,” you say, squinting at the sun. “Did you have a lunch place in mind?”
“I actually do,” Liam says. “There’s this sushi place I’ve been meaning to try that’s near here. Are you good with that?”
“Sure,” you agree. “Sushi is my favorite.”
“Perfect.” His grin widens. “This way, then.”
Opening the passenger door, Liam waits for you to settle. Once you’re both seated, you’re suddenly aware of how small the space is. Liam is tall – very tall, his head nearly brushing the moonroof above. His cologne fills the car, a rich scent you think Jason used to wear in high school.
“I do have a favor to ask,” says Liam, returning you to the present.
“Oh?” you ask as you buckle your seatbelt. “What’s that?”
When Liam extends his hand, you balk and wonder if he wants you to take it. He opens his palm to reveal an AUX cord.
“Will you DJ?” Liam laughs. “I have shit music taste, according to all my friends.”
A relieved smile breaks over your face.
“Of course,” you say, reaching for the cord. “But I’ve got to say, this is risky. I could have even worse taste than you do. My entire Spotify could be that one song from the Baha Men.”
“Can you move it like this?”
“I can,” you confirm, pressing play. “I can also shake it like that.”
Liam snorts, placing the car into drive. “I’ll take my chances.”
Selecting your LONG DRIVES NEAR THE BEACH playlist, you press play and the opening notes of a pop song fill the car. Liam’s windows are rolled partway down, the sounds of city and surf mixing with the singer’s voice.
The sushi place isn’t far, and you only make it two songs before you arrive. City parking elongates your trip another five, circling the block several times before finding a spot. By the time you reach the restaurant, it’s prime lunch hour.
Despite this, you’re led to a table with a view of the ocean. Taking a seat, you stretch your legs and glance around the place. The restaurant is mostly empty, which is odd – although you suppose it is a weekday. There are office buildings in this area though, usually with hungry lunch patrons.
Taking the seat across the table, Liam stretches his legs to grimace at the fit. You can’t help but laugh as you pick up the menu.
“We could’ve sat at the counter,” you tease him. “Give you more room.”
“No, no,” Liam sighs. “I’ve been this tall since high school. By now, I should be used to it.”
“Since high school – damn.”
“I was much smaller back then, though. Like a stretched-out string bean. I didn’t put on all these muscles until college.”
You peek at him over your menu and his lips twitch, amused.
“Are you looking?” Liam asks without glancing up. “Did it work?”
“It did,” you confirm with a laugh.
Despite the awkwardness on the boat, you’re beginning to enjoy yourself. Talking to Liam is easy, and if you don’t feel the kind of stomach-churning passion you feel in the presence of Jungkook, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
If this were a few months ago, you would’ve been satisfied. Liam’s presence is far better than Eric Main or any of your other dates. And if that were your only comparison, the thought would end there.
He isn’t though, and each time you look at him, you think about Jungkook. Your first date, the last time you spoke, and everything in between. Jungkook making ramen, meeting Dante, and conversing with Jimin. You hear him teasing, supporting and know that no matter how good Liam makes you feel, it’s not the same.
On Saturday, you thought that was what you wanted but now, you’re starting to doubt.
“What can I get you?”
The approach of your waiter drags you from unpleasant thoughts. Forcing a smile, you put down the menu.
“A bento box,” you say, picking the first thing you see. “Chef’s special.”
Nodding, the waiter turns to Liam.
“Make that two. And a glass of Chardonnay. Y/N?”
“Water for me,” you say, handing over your menu. “Thanks.”
Once the waiter disappears, Liam leans in. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help more with Doug,” he says, lips twisting. “If he does reach out, I promise to sing your praises.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you say. “It’s not your job to get people to join our programs – it’s ours.”
Liam nods as his white wine is set before him. Picking this up, he takes a deep sniff, tips the glass forward to check for sediment and finally, drinks. Nodding acceptance, Liam dismisses the waiter and sits back in his seat.
Dimly, you feel a shred of annoyance. Jungkook is an actual sommelier and you never once saw him do that.
“You were great though,” says Liam, continuing where you left off. “It was a good idea to leak their withdrawal to the press. Did you come up with the idea with Hoseok?”
His words make you pause, confused. Clearly, Liam wasn’t listening when Hoseok voiced his surprise. Neither did he read the briefing materials – if he had, Liam would’ve known a press leak wasn’t the plan.
“Well – no,” you say, and then stop.
You were about to credit the idea to Jungkook, but Liam doesn’t know how close you were.
Not that it should matter but still, you hesitate. Liam mentioned knowing Jungkook, and not in a good way. Jungkook hinted at similar bad blood between them. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to bring either up to the other.
“It just… came to me,” you say, forcing a smile. Quickly changing the subject, you glance around. “Guess the lunch crowd is a little slow today.”
Frowning your gaze, Liam follows. “Yeah, seems so.”
He doesn’t seem put off, unlike you. Maybe it’s your Type A personality; you hate wasting your time at subpar restaurants. Not that you vet every place before eating, but if you walk into a restaurant and it’s empty at peak hours, that’s typically not a good sign.
“Where did you hear about this place?” you press.
Liam takes another sip of his wine. “A guy from work. He took a distributor to lunch here and raved.” Brow furrowed, he adds, “If he turns out to be wrong, John is officially moved to the last seat at the conference table.”
You laugh, though the sound dies quickly when Liam doesn’t join. Apparently, that was a serious remark.
“Right,” you say. “Uh. You went to the same university as Jason, right?” you add, reaching for a new topic. “How did you like it?”
Liam’s expression relaxes. “Honestly, university was kind of a mixed experience for me. Most of my class grew up together, and I was always the outsider.”
Sympathetic, you nod. The fact that Jungkook, Jason and Liam all attended the same university speaks volumes for the type of institution it is.
“The way Jason tells it though, sounds like you were something of a legend,” you tease, hoping to coax a smile.
On cue, his cheek dimples appear. “I don’t know about that,” Liam laughs. “But I did graduate at the top of my class. Even went back for my MBA.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.” His teeth flash. “That’s where I met Jungkook, actually. You remember him, right? From your fundraiser? I’m a few years older than he is, but we attended at the same time.”
Although you nod, you shift uncomfortably. Yes, you remember Jungkook. If memory serves, you went home that night and promptly fell asleep after receiving a mind-blowing virtual orgasm from Jungkook.
Feeling your neck start to heat, you look away.
“Yes,” you manage to say. “I remember him.”
“We were close at university, but after the whole thing at his father’s company” – Liam waves a hand – “we lost touch. I haven’t been back to my university since.”
At this, your eyes narrow.
Call it a sixth sense, but you’ve always had a good instinct for what’s important. If Seokjin knows when you’re lying, you’re able to sift through his nonsense to discover what he really means. Something about Liam’s story isn’t adding up.
Tilting your head, you say, “You… haven’t been back to your university because of the Jeon family?”
Liam pauses, as though realizing he’s said something he shouldn’t. This, of course, only further stokes your interest.
“I – well, partly,” he says. “I know his family are donors, which means they’re close to the professors. After the internship, I wasn’t sure what they’d heard about me.”
“What happened at the internship?”
Again, Liam hesitates, and you lean forward despite yourself. Jungkook said Liam wasn’t a good guy but refused to say why. You’re tired of all the half-truths and lies – if Liam has something to say about Jungkook, you want to know.
“Liam,” you say, your patience slipping a little. “What happened with you and Jungkook?”
“I… don’t know what you mean.”
“I’m not blind. Something clearly happened between you. What was it?”
Liam exhales, then uncrosses his legs. “I just… don’t want to change your perception of him,” he admits, voice dropping. “You seemed friendly at the fundraiser, and I know your parents run in the same circle.”
“Well, we’re clearly not friendly enough for me to know what happened.”
This seems to land, since Liam finally nods.
“It’s stupid,” he admits. “Honestly, I feel embarrassed just telling you. But… like I said, Jungkook and I went to the same university. I was getting my MBA, but we both were part of the business club. It was through him I got my internship with Jeon Energy.”
“Right,” you respond. “I remember you saying it didn’t work out.”
Grimacing, Liam finishes his glass of wine. “Yeah, well… that’s not quite true. I liked Jeon Energy. Jungkook’s dad was a good boss – hands-on, super helpful and he seemed to like my work. I was going to accept their offer at the end of the summer, but …”
“But?”
“… but later, I found out Jungkook was upset by my offer. He got me the internship, but didn’t like how close I got to his dad. At the end of the summer, the company threw this giant party for the interns. I got absolutely wasted, accepting shots from all the managers. When I woke up the next morning, I had a bunch of missed calls. Apparently” – Liam’s face tightens – “my girlfriend was spotted at some club. Making out with Jungkook.”
You feel rooted to the spot. “She … he did what?”
“Hooked up with her,” Liam confirms. “Right in the middle of the dance floor. I got the message loud and clear, and declined the job offer.”
“I….” You falter, unable to think of a response. “I can’t imagine what that was like.”
Liam gives a half-shrug. “It was a long time ago. I try not to judge, because I know Jungkook doesn’t have the best relationship with his dad, but –”
“But he didn’t have to do that,” you interrupt. “There were a million ways he could’ve responded that weren’t hooking up with your girlfriend. Jungkook could've, oh, I don’t know – talked to you.”
Liam’s upper lip twitches. “Yeah, well. He was young.”
“We’re all young,” you say. “If Jungkook and his dad had issues, then that was their problem to work through. Sorry,” you add, catching Liam’s expression. “I just… don’t like cheating.”
“I get it.” He nods. “But it was so long ago, I can’t really be mad. Honestly, I should be thanking Jungkook for how things turned out.”
“Thanking him?”
Nodding, Liam reaches out and takes your hand in his. “If things hadn’t happened the way they did with Jeon Energy, I might have accepted their offer. Then I wouldn’t have joined Infinity Motors, become CEO, and I might never have met you.”
Your stomach twists, gaze dropping to where your hands lace together.
Liam keeps saying all the right things. Most women would kill for what you have; a guy grateful for his struggles because they brought him to you. The only problem is that Liam’s words bring a sense of expectation. Rather than be excited, you have the impression his feelings have strings attached. It leaves an unpleasant tint around the edge of his words.
Drawing back, Liam continues to talk but each word he says goes in one ear and out the other. No matter how hard you try and concentrate, all you can think of is Liam and Jungkook.
Jungkook helped Liam’s ex to cheat.
It’s not just the cheating. It’s the fact Jungkook did something so petty, so vindictive, it leaves your mind reeling. In fact, the story is so despicable that… you have trouble believing it.
You know – you know – you’re being naïve.
Objectively, the story sounds like something Jeon Jungkook, heir to Jeon Energy, would do. It sounds like the guy you thought Jungkook was before you knew him, the guy who exists for the tabloids and who thrives on rich people scandals. Not the Jungkook who made a special bedroom for guests and watches Ever After before bed in a desperate plea for romance.
Glancing away, you pick up your chopsticks and push Jungkook from mind. You suppose it doesn’t matter whether he did it or not. Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend – or even your friend.
Hardening yourself, you take a bite of sushi – and grimace. Across the table, Liam is doing the same. Eyes watering, he slowly sets his chopsticks down.
“I should have known,” he says. “Any sushi place recommended to me by a guy named John could never be great.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
Liam gives you a look. “Is sushi really the food you want to test your theory on?”
“On second thought,” you say, dropping the fish, “do they have karaage?”
Laughing a little, Liam flags down the waiter.
The chicken is better than the sushi, so you end up mostly full as the meal draws to a close. Liam grabs the check, leaving you shaking your head as you exit the restaurant.
“Okay, next time I’m paying,” you laugh. “I know men have this terrible need to be in control, but I promise I won’t think any less of you if I pay the bill.”
Pretending to be wounded, Liam clutches his chest. “But what about my ultra-fragile ego?”
“Tough.”
He laughs, holding the door open for you to step outside – until you turn, finding Liam hovering above.
He’s closer than you thought, his breath soft on your lips and the tension between you is taut as a wire. Even if you don’t feel as strongly, Liam is still attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about his mouth on yours.
“Liam…” you say.
“Yes?” he says, bending a little.
In response, you close your eyes and his lips brush against yours. Warmth courses through you as Liam releases the door, sliding an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
Shocked, your eyes open, and you’re met with the sight of the backs of his eyelids. This is all wrong, you panic.
In a moment, a flash goes off in your peripheral. Coldness spreads through your limbs, chasing away the warmth. Years of living with your parents taught you what that means.
Jerking away, Liam’s arm drops. His gaze cuts over your shoulder, landing on someone unseen in the bushes.
“We should go,” he murmurs. “Someone is watching.”
You nod, feeling slightly sick as you turn around. Another flash goes off and you wince, instinctively covering your face.
With an easy sort of laugh, Liam slips an arm around you to pull you closer. In another situation, the gesture might seem protective, but you can’t help but notice you remain exposed. If the paparazzi are still photographing – which is likely – they’ll get an excellent shot of Liam’s arm on your waist.
Twisting away, you step from his grasp and begin to walk faster.
“That’s enough,” Liam calls out, turning around. “You got your shot – go.”
Someone responds but you don’t hear them, heart pounding as you force your legs to continue. In the distance, horns honk and the breeze from the ocean stirs the hairs on your neck.
You make it nearly a block before Liam catches up.
“I’m sorry about that,” he pants. “I don’t know how they found us.”
“No?” you say, a bit sharper than intended.
You can’t help but overlay this moment with others, thick from your past. Dinners with family. When you broke up with Kameron. Launching Clean Ocean and the ensuing bad press. Camera flash after camera flash, coupled with rude headlines.
“I – no,” Liam says. There’s an earnestness to his voice you want to believe. “Really, Y/N. What are you saying?”
“I…” Slowing your steps, you look up and see his wounded expression. “Nothing,” you say at last. “I just don’t like being in the public eye, that’s all.”
Solemn, Liam nods and you look away. Slightly chagrined, you continue to walk in the direction of his car. Each step calms you enough to think.
Although you don’t know Liam that well, you also don’t know him well enough to distrust him. Even if he didn’t react how you would for the paparazzi, that’s not a bad thing. Liam didn’t grow up with all this. He doesn’t understand the terror of being chased by a strange man for unflattering photographs and an untruthful headline.
The remainder of your walk is silent, thoughts of the paparazzi clouding your mind. You’ve almost forgotten the kiss from earlier – almost, but not quite. Liam’s kiss only confirmed what you’ve been suspecting.
You don’t want this. You thought you might, but the idea of a relationship without love is as ridiculous as the idea of you dating Jungkook.
Reaching his car, Liam unlocks the doors. You buckle in as he enters, and once you’re both settled, Liam exhales.
“I feel like I messed this up,” he confesses, hands on the wheel. “I… I moved too fast with that kiss.”
Surprised, you glance sideways.
“No,” you insist. “No, that’s not it. Really.”
Liam gives you a wry smile. “Then, why haven’t we talked since the restaurant?”
“I – okay,” you say, facing forward. “Here’s the thing. I was kind of seeing someone else, and it recently ended.”
“Ah.”
“Yeah.” You look down. “I just don’t think I’m ready to see someone else.”
Liam exhales. “I get it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” Slowly, he shifts the car into drive. “I mean, I guess I should’ve known a woman as amazing as you couldn’t be single, right?”
“Right,” you respond.
Glancing away, you stifle a twinge of annoyance. You hate the narrative that only unpleasant women could be without a relationship. Not everyone desires or aspires to romance.
Liam glances at you. “Just so you know, though,” he says. “I do like you, Y/N. As more than just friends or co-workers. So, if you ever change your mind – I’m here.”
Again, you’re aware this is the type of confession which makes women swoon. Not you though, and you wonder if something inside you is broken. Maybe you only want what you can’t have.
“Thank you,” you say softly, and roll down the window.
You ride the rest of the way in silence, and Liam drops you off at your office with a promise to send over the paperwork to Hoseok. When he speeds away, you exhale and pull your phone from your pocket.
Seokjin’s name blinks across the top of your screen.
Seokjin: hey [2:14 PM]
Seokjin: I need you [2:15 PM]
Seokjin: -r help lol sorry, pressed send too soon [2:15 PM]
Seokjin: heh heh hope that didn’t get your hopes up [2:18 PM]
Rolling your eyes, you stop in the stairwell to text him back.
Y/N: Seokjin, I was the one who drove you to the ER after you took off-brand Viagra. Safe to safe any sexual spark between us is dead [2:31 PM]
Y/N: what do you want? [2:31 PM]
Seokjin’s response comes as you enter your office.
Seokjin: glad that you asked [2:35 PM]
Seokjin: I need you to come with me to dinner [2:35 PM]
Y/N: ………. what’s the catch? [2:36 PM]
Seokjin: what do you mean? Why does there have to be a catch? [2:37 PM]
Y/N: Seokjin, I’ve known you since we were in diapers. There’s always a catch [2:37 PM]
Seokjin: This time there’s not! One of our food reviewers just quit, so Conde needs me to step in to review some restaurant. It’s supposed to be good… free dinner… [2:39 PM]
Y/N: what restaurant? [2:40 PM]
Seokjin: idk, I’m supposed to get details soon. What do you say? You in? [2:41 PM]
Y/N: fine, fine, I’m in [2:41 PM]
Seokjin: you say this like free dinner at an amazing restaurant is torture. Pick you up around 7, ok? [2:43 PM]
Y/N: see you then [2:45 PM]
Exiting the thread, you take a seat at your desk and turn on your computer. While you wait for it to load, your gaze slowly drifts again to your cell phone.
An uncontrollable itch takes over and suddenly, you find yourself opening Instagram. For a few minutes, you scroll before giving in and typing the name you want.
Tapping your fingers, you wait for Jungkook’s page to load. It’s been nearly six hours since you allowed yourself to look and in that time – nothing. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you held, you glance away.
Since Saturday, Jungkook seems to have disappeared. He posted a story on Sunday (you viewed it from Hoseok’s phone), but that’s all. Just a shot of Jungkook in his apartment watching the Ted Lasso finale. He posted a quote and a boomerang of him pretend-kicking a ball. That’s it. Since then, Jungkook’s profile has remained as empty as your text thread.
Exhaling out loud, you place your phone on the desk. Jungkook’s silence shouldn’t bother you as much as it does. As you said on Saturday, you’re over him. Easier said than done though, as your lunch with Liam proved.
At least work passes quickly, ironing details of the pre-launch party for Friday. Progress for the coastal ecosystem project is also coming along. Only Marine Cove’s participation remains a question mark – given the circumstances you should count this as a win. History has taught you many things can go wrong with a program launch.
The next time you look up, you swear and realize it’s close to six. Ripping the cord from your laptop, you toss everything in your purse and dash outside. Hoseok and Olya have already left, vanished an hour ago to check on Friday’s venue. Obviously, you’ve noticed their increased time spent together, but out of respect for Olya, have chosen to stay quiet.
For now.
At home, you take Dante on a walk and feed him his dinner. Standing in front of your closet, you frown. Seokjin not telling you the name of the restaurant means you’re flying blind. He doesn’t answer when you call him, forcing you to pick a dress which could double as casual with a sweater.
Slipping into heels as the clock strikes seven, you kiss Dante goodbye and drop him off at Jimin’s. Hurrying outside, you find Seokjin idling at the curb.
His car is something shiny and Italian with leather interiors, likely a lease from his corporate account. Opening the passenger side, you sit and quickly shut the door.
Lowering his expensive shades, Seokjin stares at your outfit. “A sweater?” he says, voice full of derision. “Honestly, Y/N, we’re not going to a drive-thru.”
Removing the sweater and tossing this in the backseat, you give Seokjin your best withering glance.
“How was I supposed to know the dress code?” you complain as he pulls away. “All you told me was ‘restaurant.’ That could mean Michelin star, or it could mean a dive. I had to dress for both occasions!”
“Michelin,” says Seokjin, putting on his blinker. “They just earned their first star. Some new chef who changed their entire menu.”
“Mm,” you say, rolling down the window. “What restaurant?”
“Chez Moi, Chez Toi.”
Your fingers freeze as slowly, you turn your head. Oblivious to your predicament, Seokjin hums beneath his breath to a song on the stereo. He makes it several obnoxious bars before noticing your stare.
“What?” He turns down the music. “What’s wrong?”
“Chez Moi, Chez Toi,” you say through gritted teeth. “Does their chef happen to be Min Yoongi?”
“Yeah.” Seokjin blinks. “I think so. Why?”
“You mean, Jeon Jungkook’s close friend, Min Yoongi?”
Now, Seokjin is the one staring at you in horror.
“… shit.”
“Ugh,” you groan, sinking further in your seat. “Okay, well, that’s it. Turn back around and drive me home. I’ll stay in.”
“No can do,” Seokjin says. “If I turn around now, I’ll miss my reservation. I need to get a review to my editor tonight.”
“Well, then drop me off at the restaurant next door. I’ll hang out there and meet you after.”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, Y/N. I doubt we’ll even see Yoongi – and what does it matter if we do?”
“I– it matters,” you say, jaw snapping shut.
Seokjin gives you a look. “Come on,” he groans. “Don’t make me eat alone. How sad and pathetic would that be?”
“I eat alone all the time, Seokjin.”
He raises a brow.
A small laugh escapes you, unwilling. “Okay, fine – point taken. I’ll go. But we’re eating really fast – in and out. No appetizers.”
“No appetizers?”
“Okay, one appetizer,” you amend, remembering the buffalo chicken spring rolls Yoongi made for your fundraiser. “But just one cocktail!”
“Deal.” Seokjin turns on his blinker. “I’m driving, anyway.”
Grumbling lowly, you turn up the stereo. It’s a short drive downtown but Seokjin is right – city traffic means you arrive with only five minutes to spare. Parking as fast as he can, Seokjin exits the car and gallantly offers an arm to help you in heels.
The host must think you’re on a date since she brings you to a romantic table near the window. You keep your gaze steady on her back, refusing to look around the restaurant. Panic suddenly flares as you sit, and you chance a quick glance around to ensure Jungkook isn’t here.
He’s not and, exhaling deeply, you face forward. Seokjin watches you with an expression that says he sees far too much.
Ignoring this, you pick up the menu. “So,” you say loudly. “What are you thinking?”
“For food?”
“And for drinks.”
You clutch the menu, certain Seokjin is going to pry but for once, he chooses to let it go.
“Hm.” He scans the pages. “Conde Nast sent me a bunch of dishes to try, so why don’t we start there?”
You nod, about to respond when your waiter arrives.
Not the same one as your date, prompting further relief. In the corner of your eye, you can see the table you sat at with Jungkook. For a moment, your past self seems to overlap with the present, prompting an unbidden memory. You remember someone photographing you that night as well, but Jungkook sprang into action and led you out the back way. Unlike Liam.
Unease prickles your neck, and you wonder if photos from the paparazzi have leaked by now.
“Hello!” says the waiter brightly. “Welcome to Chez Moi, Chez Toi. Is tonight your first time dining with us?”
“Yes.” Seokjin lays down his menu. “But I’ve heard good things.”
“Well, I certainly hope we live up to them.” He smiles. “There are a lot of great options on the menu. I’m more than happy to point you towards some of my favorites.”
Seokjin shakes his head. “That won’t be necessary. Y/N,” he says, glancing your way. “Have a drink in mind?”
“Before you do that,” says the waiter.
Both you and Seokjin look at him, brows raised.
“Apologies,” he says, cheeks slightly flushed, “but I do want to point out the wine pairings noted next to each dish. Chef Min recommends ordering smaller portions of each drink to pair with the dishes you try.”
“Interesting,” Seokjin says. “Why don’t you give us a minute to decide on our food, then?”
“Of course. I’ll be back in five.”
With a nod, the waiter disappears, leaving you alone.
“Why did you send him away?” you ask. “You already know what dishes we want.”
“Right, but he can’t know that.” Seokjin opens the menu with a snap. “I’m supposed to seem like any other unbiased customer.”
“Yeah, sure. An unbiased customer with an Hermes belt.”
“Par for the course here.”
Seokjin’s not wrong, you think as you scan the restaurant. Honestly, you’re surprised to see so many faces from your parents’ circle. You were too distracted that first night to appreciate the food, but from what you remember, it was delicious and although Yoongi has a Michelin star, he’s been very vocal about striving to make his menu accessible.
This was explained by Olya before your last fundraiser – although at the time, it was in one ear and out the other. Her taste has always been impeccable, so you rarely feel the need to weigh in.
Exactly five minutes pass by, and your waiter appears to take your order. Once he retreats again, you sink in your seat and take a sip of water.
Seokjin clears his throat. “So.”
You frown. “So?”
His brows lift. “Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Say what?”
Seokjin sighs. “You’re going to make me say it. She’s going to make me say it,” he mutters to no one.
You glance around the restaurant. “Who are you talking to?”
“What happened with you and Jungkook?”
Startled, you blink, unaware you had been so obvious. Then again – you suppose you did ask Seokjin to drop you off rather than eat at a place where Jungkook’s friend works. Exhaling softly, you sink back in your seat.
“It didn’t work out,” you say quietly. “I tried to tell Jungkook how I felt, and he said he has feelings for someone else.”
Whatever he thought you were about to say, it wasn’t that.
“He – seriously?” Seokjin gapes.
“There’s no need to look so surprised,” you huff. “I’ve been wrong before. I mean – not often, I guess, but it happens.” When Seokjin’s brows furrow further, you exhale. “It’s for the best. Better than finding out his feelings later.”
“I… guess.” Seokjin considers. “And Jungkook didn’t say who he has feelings for?”
“No,” you mutter. “And I don’t want to know. It’s better this way.”
“… is it?”
“It is,” you say, adding steel to your voice. “How would knowing that make me feel better?”
“I don’t know. Closure?”
A puff of air escapes. “Overrated. All I need to know is Jungkook doesn’t want to hook up anymore. Case closed.”
Again, Seokjin scans you with his truth-seeking gaze. After a moment, he reluctantly nods. “I guess you’re right. To be honest, the whole thing seemed unlike you from the start.”
“How so?” you ask, stifling a prickle of defensiveness.
Seokjin is saved from an answer by your waiter’s return, bringing with him an appetizer and the first round of drinks. You sample the dish, nearly swooning at the taste. Equally impressed, Seokjin jots down notes in his phone.
When he’s done, he looks up.
“I mean – fuck buddies?” Reaching out, Seokjin takes a sip of his wine. “No offense, Y/N, but casual is hardly the word I’d use to describe you. Militant, sure. Passionate, yes. Good odds of winning on a survival TV show, absolutely. But casual?” He snorts. “No.”
“First off,” you say. “I would never go on a reality show. Second – militant, Seokjin? Really?”
“All I’m saying is the words, ‘casual relationship,’ wouldn’t be on my Y/N BINGO card. Especially not with someone like Jungkook.”
“He’s not a bad guy,” you respond, automatic.
Seokjin’s brows lift.
Stifling an eye roll, you smooth down your napkin. Truthfully, you don’t know why you’re arguing with Seokjin. Jungkook ended things after fucking you in a closet, not to mention the story you heard from Liam. Neither paint Jungkook in a shining light and yet, you can’t help but rebel against what Seokjin is saying.
Maybe Jungkook isn’t wholly good, but he’s not bad, either. A bad person wouldn’t send their date home to take care of their drunk friend. They wouldn’t automatically be loved by your picky dog. They wouldn’t offer you rides, walk you to your door or offer you pleasure on whatever terms you want it.
“I mean…” A heaviness settles deep in your chest. “In some ways, you’re right. From the outside, the situation doesn’t look good.”
“And yet…”
Although Seokjin is prompting, there’s no judgment to his gaze. Possibly this is what makes you continue.
“I don’t know,” you admit. “I mean – I know what some people say about Jungkook and sometimes he’s like that. Yeah, he sleeps around. Yeah, he works for the anti-Christ and sure, he can be arrogant but… he’s other things, too.”
Looking down, you fiddle with the edge of your napkin.
Seokjin can always tell what you’re thinking and right now, you’re sure your emotions are written all over your face. You like Jungkook. You like him, and it hurts more than you admit that he let you go.
Maybe if you had been honest earlier, Jungkook wouldn’t have fallen for someone else. Maybe if you’d mustered the courage to tell him – but no. It’s pointless to wonder what-if. The only situation you have is the one before you.
Rather than chide you for your naiveté, Seokjin just nods and sips his wine. Curious, you watch him drink; you’re well-aware Seokjin is rarely quiet without reason.
“You know…” He lowers his glass. “You’re not the first person I’ve heard say that about Jeon.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well.” Seokjin frowns. “I’ve heard other people say that he’s different in person. That his whole reputation is a front. Kind of.” He pauses. “People say Jungkook used to be like that, but not anymore.”
“Why? What do you think changed?”
“I don’t know. You... know what happened to his mom, right?”
Your expression tightens. “Yeah.”
“Rough, to lose a parent so young.” Seokjin pauses, then shakes his head. “From what I hear though, things started changing long before that – if they did, that is.”
“What do you mean?” you ask, curious. “What do people say?”
Leaning forward, Seokjin drops his voice. “You know my cousin who works in PR?” When you nod, he continues, “Her company supports a ton of high-profile clients – including the Jeons. Apparently, one of her co-workers is convinced they have this conspiracy. Each time Jeon Energy does something bad, Jungkook has a scandal. The public’s attention goes to him, and not to the gallons of oil Jeon Energy dumped in the Pacific.”
Your jaw sags a little. “That’s… horrible.”
“I know,” Seokjin says. “It’s only a theory, but it does make you wonder.”
Shaking your head, you reach for your wine. Mind racing, you find yourself unsure what to think. It’s a lot of information to take in – and again, it’s only a rumor.
“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Seokjin wipes his mouth on a napkin. “I never really believed her, but then you said you liked him, so… I don’t know.”
“What does my liking him have to do with anything?”
“Y/N.” Seokjin stares. “I can name like, six people you like and two of them are Dante.”
“Well, sure. He has many personalities.”
“You get my point, though.”
“Yeah, I do.” Slowly, you exhale. “It doesn’t matter though, because Jungkook and I aren’t–”
“Are you enjoying your meal?”
Startled, you turn and find Min Yoongi beside you. Sitting up a bit straighter, Seokjin drops his napkin into his lap.
“It’s good,” Seokjin says, quickly composing himself. “Are you our replacement waiter? Did we scare off the other one? I should apologize for my friend here, if so. She can be somewhat off-putting.”
This last part is said in a whisper, causing Yoongi’s eyebrows to raise. He spares you barely a glance, making your cheeks heat and you wonder what he overhead.
“Nothing like that,” Yoongi says drily. “I’m Min Yoongi, the head chef.”
Furtive, Seokjin glances around. “And are you greeting each table individually, head chef?”
“If I say yes, will you speak highly of me in your review?”
Seokjin’s eyes widen, and you relish the flabbergasted look on his face. It’s a rare person who can fluster him and when it does happen, it’s a remarkable sight. Flashing Seokjin a smile, Yoongi turns to face you.
His expression tightens. “I know you,” Yoongi says.
“I – yes.” You hasten to reply. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I run the Clean Ocean organization. You catered for my fundraiser a while back?”
“Ah, yes. That must be it.”
Something in his face warns you this isn’t all, but before you can respond, Yoongi turns again.
Seokjin sits back. “How did you know I’m reviewing your restaurant? Do I have the aura of someone with a refined palate?”
“No.” Yoongi’s lips twitch. “Actually, your assistant made your reservation from their work email.”
Not to be deterred, Seokjin drops a wink. “And what about now that you’ve seen me in person? Refined palate aura?”
To your surprise, Yoongi laughs.
You nearly give yourself whiplash, glancing between them. It’s equally rare for someone to keep up with Seokjin and when this happens, it spells love or disaster. Based on Seokjin’s grin, you’d guess the former.
“And what would a refined palate aura look like?”
Seokjin’s voice deepens. “You know when you look at someone and think, ‘I bet they eat well.’”
Yoongi’s expression slackens, a gleam of interest entering his gaze.
“O-kay,” you cut in before they can go any further. “I think what Seokjin is trying to say is the food is incredible. As are the wine pairings,” you add. “Our waiter mentioned you have an in-house sommelier?”
“Close.”
“I – sorry?” you say, taken aback.
“I said, close.” Yoongi turns. “A sommelier made the pairings for us, but they aren’t in-house. It was a friend of mine, actually.”
Your fingers freeze as you gain a sinking suspicion of who this friend is.
Entirely oblivious, Seokjin continues. “Oh, really?” he asks. “What’s their name? I’ll be sure to mention them in my review. Since the cat’s already out of the bag,” he adds, grumbling a little as he opens his notes.
“Sure. The name’s Jeon Jungkook.”
Seokjin’s fingers still on his keys. “Ah.” He pauses, then swallows. “Okay, right. Jeon Jungkook. Thank you, Chef Min.”
Glancing your way, Seokjin has a guilty expression you choose to ignore. Smoothing your napkin, you focus instead on your water.
“Call me Yoongi.” Yoongi nods. “Enjoy your food.”
With that, he turns and strides across the restaurant. Seokjin watches him leave, waiting until he’s out of earshot before giving a whistle.
“Damn,” Seokjin says, his gaze dropping. “That tiny man has an ass.”
“Seokjin! That is not what’s important right now.”
“To you.” When your glare only increases, Seokjin snorts. “Okay, fine,” he says. “What’s important?”
Glancing around, you lean forward. “Did he seem weird just now?”
“Who? Yoongi?”
You nod.
“I don’t know.” Seokjin shrugs. “I just met him.”
“He seemed weird,” you insist, your voice dropping. “I met him at my fundraiser, and he was much nicer. Quiet, but nice. That was…”
“Expected?” Seokjin supplies. He shrugs at your look. “I mean, come on, Y/N. He’s Jungkook’s friend.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I – oh my god,” Seokjin moans, placing the steak in his mouth. “This filet is amazing, Y/N. Have you tried it?”
“Seokjin.”
“Right, sorry.” He swallows. “What was I saying?”
“Jungkook.”
“Oh, yeah. Jungkook. I’m just saying, who knows what he’s told his friends? Yoongi was probably giving you side-eye because he knows what happened between you.”
“But that’s just it!” you protest. “What could he know that would prompt that kind of response? Jungkook was the one who ended things, not me.”
“I don’t know.” Seokjin shrugs, unconcerned. “It’s only a theory. But if you’re out here shit-talking Jungkook, he’s probably shit-talking about you to Yoongi. It’s the circle of life, or whatever.”
“I am not shit-talking Jungkook to you.”
Seokjin gives you a look which makes you wither a little. “Alright, fine,” you say. “Maybe I’ve shit-talked him a little. But I was the dumpee.”
“And I thought you two weren’t dating.”
“I – you – well, you know what I mean,” you sputter.
Smiling triumphantly, Seokjin moves on to the tuna tartar.
Slightly subdued, you’re forced to admit Seokjin has a point. It shouldn’t bother you what Jungkook tells his friends because you two weren’t together. It doesn’t make sense that you’re here, talking about Jungkook to Seokjin. If anything, you should be asking his advice about Liam.
And yet, you haven’t, and Seokjin hasn’t offered. Likely because he knows Liam means nothing to you in the long run. You also should have mentioned Liam’s story when talking about Jungkook’s past. Seokjin possibly could have shed light on it.
Maybe you didn’t tell him purpose, says a voice in your head. Because if the Liam story is true and Jungkook’s heartbreaker façade is who he really is, then the man you have feelings for doesn’t exist.
Catching the slip of present tense, you close your eyes. Even your subconscious betrays you, reaching for a man who might not be real. Apparently, your feelings aren’t something sheer force of will can dissolve.
Neither can it lessen the hollowness in your chest.
For the rest of your meal, you don’t turn your head and by the time it’s over, you’re more confused than before. Your phone burns in your pocket the entire drive home.
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