It Was You - Chapter 3
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"So you're back for good then?" Jimin asked, as the bartender put their drinks in front of them.
Jungkook nodded.
"I'm happy for you, Kook. You're finally being accepted."
Jungkook took a sip of his drink. "I guess."
Jimin rolled his own glass in his hands. "Your hyungs are fair. They're making things right for you."
He couldn't argue against that. Even though his stepfather didn't acknowledge him, his stepbrothers had done what they could to help him along. He couldn't have asked for more.
Jimin smiled. "Maybe we can do some joint work between the dance academy and the art gallery in the future."
Jungkook smiled back. "That would be nice." He looked at his friend. "How are things between you and Rose?"
Jimin bit his lip. "It's complicated."
"We've all known each other forever, hyung. Why so shy?"
"She knows everything about me."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Yeah...or a terrifying thing. I don't know. We'll see." He brushed it off...again. Jimin smiled slyly. "That girl Rose and I saw you with the other evening is pretty."
Jungkook looked at his friend. "She's off-limits."
"Really? I didn't see any branding."
"I work with her. She's off-limits."
"That's never stopped us before." Jimin said thoughtfully. "Are you interested in her?"
"No." Jungkook said, perhaps a bit too quickly.
But Jimin knew him too well to have missed that. "That's too bad." Jimin said. He'd let that go...for now. "See those 3 girls at the corner of the bar?"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his glass. "The ones with the shimmery dresses?"
Jimin smiled widely. "One thousand dollars to whomever can take 2 out of 3 home."
Jungkook smiled wolfishly. He paused when a pair of blue eyes flashed in his mind. He downed the rest of his drink. "Two thousand to the one who can get all 3."
"Deal."
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"I'm so happy that you could come with me to the menu tasting last minute."
"Happy to help." Yuna said brightly. She adjusted her oversized sweater. "But shouldn't you be doing this with Jin-oppa?"
"He had a last minute emergency. Hence, the last minute ask." Celia explained.
The chef came out to greet them, obviously smitten with Celia. Yuna didn't mind. She had spent her whole life with people telling her how beautiful her sisters are, and they were. But Yuna also knew that being known for your beauty took a lot of work and
discipline, even if you were naturally attractive in the first place.
Yuna shifted in her seat when Celia brightened at someone behind her.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." A voice said, and Jin came around to give her sister a hug from behind.
Yuna immediately stood up.
"I thought you couldn't make it." Celia asked, holding his hand.
"Namjoon said that he'd take care of it for me."
Celia smiled. "Thank him for me." She looked up at someone still behind Yuna. "Kook. So nice to see you again."
Yuna's eyes widened and she turned around.
Jungkook looked as surprised to see her as she was him.
"What are you doing here?" They asked at the same time.
Celia and Jin exchanged glances. "Do you know each other?"
"We're friends. We work together." Jungkook replied.
"Are you serious?" Jin asked.
"What do you mean?" Yuna said, incredulously.
"Jungkook is my youngest brother."
"And Yuna is my youngest sister." Celia put in.
Jungkook and Yuna just gaped at each other.
"But...he's..." Yuna couldn't get the words out.
The chef came to the table with the appetizers to taste. Yuna quickly gestured to Jin to take her vacated seat. The chef waved a server over to seat Yuna and Jungkook at a nearby table.
"Oh no, that's okay." Yuna said, knuckles white as she picked up her purse. "This is their deal."
"But I made you miss breakfast so that you'd be able to do this with me." Her sister insisted. She caught her sisters arm and steered her and Jungkook towards the table. "Just sit, and enjoy. We'll take care of it."
Celia left the two of them. Yuna sat with her back straight, eyes wide. Jungkook fiddled with his watch.
"So."
"So." He returned. "This is kind of cool."
What?!?!?!
"You know, we'll be kind of related."
Yuna paled. Oh my God. And we slept together what does that make us? But we're not blood related, so it should be okay. OMGOMGOMG. Why isn't he panicking? Of course! He doesn't know. He doesn't even recognize that it was me. Wait...
"But your last name isn't Kim." She pointed out slowly.
He reddened. "It's a long story."
"I have time. At least 5 courses of time."
He fiddled with his watch again.
She pushed her panic away as she picked up her fork as an old news item came into her mind. "Jeon." She said thoughtfully. "The mining family." Her gaze sharpened as she looked at him. "You're the lost prince."
His face hardened at the reference.
She realized what she said and put a hand on his. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
He sighed. "It's okay. The media had a field day with that one."
She started recalling parts of the story in her mind. She would have been too young to know, but she remembered her mother talking to her aunties about the high society gossip. She seemed to remember that Jungkook had been the only son of the eldest
son of a generations old mining family. Mega wealthy. When he passed away prematurely, his brothers fought over who would run the empire. The will had stated that Jungkook would inherit everything, but being 10-years-old, with uncles who had vulture-
like lawyers on retainer, Jungkook and his mother was kicked out with little more than the shirts off their backs.
His father had been close friends with the patriarch of the Kim family, whose money was made from hotels and other hospitality ventures. He had been widowed himself for barely a year when he married Jungkook's mother. That in itself had caused a
scandal, since the runour had been that he had wanted her for himself when they were young, but she had chosen Jungkook's father. Jungkook's stepfather was a prideful man, and even though he was never antagonistic towards the boy, he was not
accepting either. To try to protect her son from the media, she sent him away to school in Europe and North America, only coming home for the holidays.
Unlike Seokjin, Namjoon, and Mingi who had received money for all of the best education, this was not extended to Jungkook. So his mother saved everything she could so that he would receive a good education.
"It doesn't sound like he was particularly extravagant with your mother either."
Jungkook shrugged. "He was frugal overall. My mother said that it was because he was poor growing up."
"It must have been tough."
He nodded. "I would come home for holidays and summers, and at first, it seemed that everyone was welcoming, but I gradually learned that people only wanted to be my friend to get to my hyungs, who had taken the stance of being my protectors. Guys
and girls would try to make friends, and then ask to be introduced to them. That was a hard lesson."
"Yeah." Yuna said softly, thinking of her own childhood. "You must have made some friends who like you for you."
Jungkook grinned. "Rose? That girl that we saw the other evening? Her and Jimin and I grew up together. The three of us and Hanul, who's working in Paris at the moment." His expression softened as he thought back. "We got into a lot of trouble the
summers I was home. Because they were here all the time, eventually it got to the point where they would just tell me if someone was befriending me for me or my hyungs."
"How often were they right?"
"Often enough for me to believe them."
Yuna put her fork down as the next course was brought over.
Jungkook looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dump on you. I don't usually tell people about my childhood, but you're really easy to talk to."
She smiled. "That's okay. I grew up to be a pretty good listener."
"I can tell."
Yuna tried one bite of the steak and pushed it away.
"Do you not like it?" Jungkook asked.
"It's delicious, but I'm getting full and there's still more food coming." SHe caught him eyeing the steak. "Would you like to finish it? If you don't mind that I took a bite of out it."
He smiled widely, showing his teeth.
She laughed and switched their plates.
"Thanks." He said sweetly, as he dug in.
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Jin and Jungkook were riding back to their offices together after the menu tasting.
"So what did you think of the food?"
"It was delicious, hyung. Thanks for inviting me to tag along."
Jin glanced at the maknae. "Seems like the food wasn't the highlight."
"What do you mean, hyung?" Jungkook asked, confused.
"Yuna. You two seemed to get along really well."
He smiled. "We do! But it might be because we also work together. She's a developer at HopeWorld Games."
Jin looked thoughtful. "You know, I didn't even think to put two and two together. She's the prodigy that came up with that video game while she was in university, right? Something with dragons?"
"Yes, hyung. That's her! She's really great. For someone who got so much recognition when she was young, she's really down to earth."
"That's true. I heard that she also got the hard end of it being the sister of beauty queens too, though."
"How so?"
"Seems like she had a few boyfriends who actually had their eye on her sisters. One in particular that she may have had feelings for even."
Jungkook was silent. He knew how that felt. "Sounds like the three of them of really close though."
"They are. I don't know Yuna as well as Grace, but everything I heard makes her sound like a great person."
"She is, hyung." Jungkook confirmed, vouching for her.
Jin smiled. "Are you interested in her, Kook?"
Jungkook smiled shyly. "I do like her, but I'm not sure in that way. I'm still thinking of someone else..."
"Ah." Jin recalled. "The mystery girl from the engagement party."
Jungkook blushed. "Have your photos come in yet?"
"No, the photographer got sick so there is a delay in getting them edited. He also took a lot, so it's taking a while." He looked at Jungkook. "There were a lot of people there. She may not be in any of the pictures, and even if she is she may have been a plus 1." He warned, trying not to get Jungkook's hopes up.
Jungkook got a glint in his eye. "Maybe, maybe not. After all, she left with me, right?"
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