Indebted...

Part-13

Jungkook's pov

"Thank you," said Mia, as I rested the tray of drinks on the coffee table in the formal sitting room.

Smiling, I sank onto the sofa beside Taehyung, opposite her and her colleague, Changbin, who were wedding planners. "Is that your portfolio?"

She handed it to me. "It is. Feel free to read through it."

"Thank you."

A week had gone by since Taehyung had promised eomma that we'd throw a post-wedding celebration. He hadn't spoken of it once in the past seven days, so I'd thought he'd either forgotten about it or changed his mind. It was only an hour ago, when he informed me that the planners would soon be arriving, that I realized I was wrong.

Well, we didn't really communicate much over non-work stuff. I'd been right in thinking he'd leave me alone a lot. Oh, sure, I saw him every day, but that was mostly at Kim-Verse. We rarely shared meals. He usually woke much earlier than I did- he didn't seem to sleep well-so I was often in the kitchen alone of a morning. There had been occasions where we'd eaten dinner together, but that was mostly when we stayed late at Kim-Verse.

Taehyung often went straight to his home office after work, no matter how late it was. Other times, he hit the gym upstairs or one of the pools. I never sought him out, respecting that he preferred to be alone. I just did my own thing. I mostly spent time in my room or in the library. Although I did love those little sanctuaries, I missed my family.

I'd invited papa, eomma, and appa to come for dinner one evening, since they constantly hinted at it. They'd loved the estate, and seeing it seemed to make them like Taehyung a little more. Not because he had deep pockets, but because he'd never looked down on their homes, despite being used to this level of luxury. Jin hyung also came to visit me one evening and he fell in love with Taehyung's home.

Mia clasped her hands together. "What kind of post-wedding celebration are you hoping for? Something small and informal for family and close friends? Like a barbecue or house party? Or would you prefer something grander that has that special wedding feeling?"

"The latter," replied Taehyung, his fingers threaded through mine. "But my wife and I are busy people. We need to be able to trust that you can see to as many details as possible. We'll collaborate with you on several points, but we'll expect you to take on most of the leg work. Will that be a problem?"

"Not at all," Mia assured him. "Do you have a particular date in mind?"

"Sometime in late autumn that doesn't clash with the holidays."

"We can make that work. Before we get started on the plans, we need to know your budget."

Taehyung tossed out a number that made my mouth drop open and my heart begin to pound. I supposed it was pocket change to him, but still. I licked my lips and placed the portfolio on the coffee table. "Taehyung-sshi, that's a lot of money."

He gave me an amused look. "I'm well-aware of that."

"We don't need to spend that much. I mean, we're already married."

"And this will, essentially, be the wedding reception we didn't have. Do you really think I'd skimp on something so important?"

No. Which meant he needed to act as if it was in fact important to him. Fine. Whatever.

"We also need to know your dream venue and how many people you plan to invite," said Mia.

"I'd imagine there'll be approximately one-hundred and fifty guests in total," said Taehyung.

Really? I didn't even know one-hundred and fifty people.

"As for the venue, we're open to suggestions," Taehyung added.