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Jungkook P.O.V.

Jimin is ecstatic.

"But what was he doing at Clayton's?" His curiosity oozes through the phone. I'm in the depths of the stock room, trying to keep my voice casual.

"He was in the area."

"I think that is one huge coincidence, Jungkook. You don't think he was there to see you?" He speculates.

My heart lurches at the prospect, but it's a short-lived joy. The dull, disappointing reality is that he was here on business.

"He was visiting the farming division of WSU. He's funding some research," I mutter.

"Oh yes. He's given the department a $2.5 million grant."

Wow.

"How do you know this?"

"Kook, I'm a journalist, and I've written a profile on the guy. It's my job to know this."

"Okay, Carla Bernstein, keep your hair on. So do you want these photos?"

"Of course I do. The question is, who's going to do them and where."

"We could ask him where. He says he's staying in the area."

"You can contact him?"

"I have his cell phone number."

Jimin gasps.

"The richest, most elusive, most enigmatic bachelor in Washington State, just gave you his cell phone number."

"Er... yes."

"Jungkook! He likes you. No doubt about it." His tone is emphatic.

"Jimin, he's just trying to be nice." But even as I say the words, I know they're not true

Kim Taehyung doesn't do nice.

He does polite, maybe. And a small quiet voice whispers, perhaps Jimin is right.

My scalp prickles at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he might like me. After all, he did say he was glad Jimin didn't do the interview.

I hug myself with quiet glee, rocking from side to side, entertaining the possibility that he might like me for one brief moment.

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