Indebted...

Part-3

Jungkook's pov

Pulling my clothes for today, skin tight navy blue trousers and shirt which seems like coat and have a deep V in front which shows my collarbone and milky skin of my chest and I loved it.

My gaze flicked to the more formal dresses, suits further along the closet rail, but then I remembered what Taehyung had said to me yesterday before I left Kim-Verse ...

Don't dress as my PA. Wear what you'd wear to go on a date, not what you'd wear to go to a business dinner.

I'd throw on a light layer of makeup, add some jewelry well basically earrings, maybe leave my hairs fluffy, parted with my forehead exposed. Blowing out a breath, I put a hand to my fluttering stomach. First dates were always nerve-wracking. But this wasn't a real date, so I technically had no need to feel nervous

And yet, I was a bag of nerves.

Well, it wasn't every day that a guy went on a fake date with his soon-to-be fake husband.

God, was I really going to marry The Kim Taehyung? Was I really going to stand in front of an officiant with him in six weeks' time? Was I really going to be his fake hubby for an entire year?
Yes, apparently, I was.

A knock sounded at the door. Figuring it was most likely Jin hyung, since no one had buzzed me through the intercom, I carefully laid my clothes on the bed, padded out of the room, I looked through the peephole out of habit. Tension zipped through me, but I just kept on looking. Because I had to be hallucinating. I had to be. There was no way he'd have found out where I lived and then trudged over here.

Haneul knocked again, adjusting his tie with his free hand.

I stepped back and raked my fingers through my hair. I couldn't imagine what would bring him here, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I could ignore him, of course, but he'd only come back. Haneul was tenacious that way.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Haneul's mouth curved. "Hi, Koo."

"How did you get in the building?" I asked, not feeling all that welcoming.

"I was about to buzz you when someone opened the main door to leave the complex. I slipped inside before it could close." He took a slow step forward. "I was hoping we could talk."

"Talk?"

"Can I come in?"

"I have somewhere I need to be soon."

"Ten minutes. Please. Or maybe we could meet for lunch tomorrow."

Meet? Lunch? Fuck that. It seemed simpler to just find out now what had brought him here. "Ten minutes."

He walked in like he owned the place and glanced around. One corner of his mouth canted up. "So, you're still all about the clutter."

I gave him a Taehyung-like "Hmm." I gestured at the sofa and then sank into the armchair. "What can I do for you?"

"I just ..." He licked his lips. "It was a shock seeing you again the other day. I had no idea that you worked at Kim-Verse. I deliberately didn't look you up over the years. I didn't want to know if you were married."

"I heard you are."

He pulled a face. "Tiffany and I have actually filed for a divorce. People change as they age. We grew into people who still get along well but who are more like housemates. Well, housemates and colleagues-we work at the same company."

"I see. Well, I'm sorry to hear you'll be divorcing. It can't be easy for your kid."

"She's a little spitfire," he said, his mouth curling into a genuine smile. "Five, but ready to take on the world." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed a button at the side of the cell, making the screensaver pop up. "This is her."