Once a best friend! || ft. Park Jimin [PJM] { Completed }

Chapter 8 : He found me.

Jihyun P.O.V

There was a first time for everything.

Day 6. No call. No email. No trail of magical breadcrumbs that Jackson followed to find his way to me. Utterly impatient, I continued my detective work online and found his firm and tons of articles about his funds.

On his website, there was no direct way to contact him if I wanted. to. The email addresses listed all went to various assistants, and the phone numbers were 1-800 numbers that made it perfectly clear that they were for "Client Access Only."

Refreshing my phone screen for the thousandth time, I leaned back against the seat in one of Jimin's town cars.

"Hey there." The driver's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. "Everything okay, Miss Jihyun?"
"I'm fine, Chance, Just waiting for something that hasn't happened yet." I said.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure that you can tell your best friend and he'll buy it within seconds."

I forced a smile and refreshed my screen again. As we rounded the block to my brownstone, my phone rang with an unknown number.

"Jackson?" I answered without the slightest bit of grace.
"Who the hell is Jackson?" Namjoon's voice was on the other line. Ugh!
"No one I'll ever tell you about."
"Good. I don't want to hear about him until he proposes. This is my new business phone, by the way. Save the number." He laughed.

"I'm doing quite fine, Namjoon," I said, hating that he had no phone etiquette whatsoever. "Thank you so much for asking. How are you?"
"Great, and good to know that you're fine. You know I've never been good at small talk."
You're not good at communication in general. "My birthday is coming up soon."

"I know that. I already asked Jimin for advice on what to get you." There was a smile in his voice. "I'll call you back later this week to spoil it, just in case you want something else. Love you, Hyun."
I laughed. "Love you, too."

I ended the call and waited for the car to pull the curb before stepping out. Rummaging through my purse for my keys, I overheard a series of honking cars and screams.

"What in the hell?" "Are you serious?" "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hey! Hey! Jihyun?"

I turned around and saw Jackson rushing across the street in a suit. He was dodging taxis, ignoring the way they were flipping him off. "I was hoping that was you," he said, smiling. "I think I've tracked down every Kim Jihyun in this city."

"You've really been trying to track me down?"  I blushed as he moved closer.
"Yeah. Is there a reason you haven't called? Was I misreading our conversation at the airport?" he asked.
"No, I-" I tried to think of a non-jimin reason. "I lost your napkin in baggage claim."
"Okay, well..." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "If you don't mind, I'd like to make sure that doesn't happen again. Can I have your phone number?"

I nodded, reciting it and feeling it buzz against my pocket seconds later.

"I was hoping you'd still be able to come to my party this weekend, Is that possible?" he said.
"Yeah. Where is it?" I nodded.
"Pier 62. It's on a super-yacht."
"You rented one of those for a party?"
"No, I own one of those." He smiled. "It starts at 7, but people won't start getting there until 8. Myself included."
"In college, you were always an hour early."

"That was before people started asking me for money." He laughed. "Now I'm purposely late so they don't get the chance." He stepped closer. "They're also a bit more hesitant to get closer if they see that I have a date." I blushed again. "I should've asked you out in college, I shouldn't have been subtle back then, and I won't make the same mistake twice. I'd really love to see you this weekend." he said.

"I'll be there."
"Good."

"Hey, asshole! How long do you plan on holding up traffic with your lover boy bullshit?"  A gruff voice shouted from across the street.
"Yeah! I hope she's giving it up to you if you're willing to act like you own this damn street!" Someone else shouted.

"I guess I should move my car now." He stepped back, laughing. "See you this weekend, Jihyun."
"See you this weekend."

I watched him slip behind the wheel of a bright red, candy coated Ferrari. I waited for him to disappear down the block before rushing inside my place.

The moment I entered the living room, I was slapped in the face with something soft yet itchy. What the hell? I stepped back, realizing that it was a silk shirt with sequins on its sleeve, and it was hanging from a wardrobe rack full of other silk shirts.

Stepping around it, I saw more racks lined up in the dining room, then black and white boxes that were stacked high near the windows. Versace. Fendi. Christian Louboutin.

"Hey there!" Areum tiptoed around tower of Prada boxes. "I've been waiting for you to get home."
"Were you waiting to brag about a shopping spree?" I asked.
"Ha! Please. Your best friend did all the shopping apparently." She picked up an envelope and handed it to me.

I tore it open and read the card.