Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #10 Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul

"Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul. He's having dinner with a bunch of his business partners from different companies."

I turned on my heels, heading straight for the door. I snatched my car keys from a hook on the wall. The maid was quick to grip my arm.

"Jungkook. Please be careful." She said desperately. I didn't respond before I shook her off, walking hastily to my car, a burn in my eyes. I slid in, slamming my car door hard enough to shake the whole car. 

The restaurant took me nearly an hour to drive to. The second the high rise came into view I slammed my brakes, parking carelessly before digging my heels into the ground as I walked with long strides towards the building.

I swung the doors of the buildings open, creating a loud screech of the hinges. I pressed my tongue to my cheek. I glanced at a sign, indicating the restaurant was on the 54th floor of the building. I walked swiftly to the elevators. Before I got too far, a man wearing black gripped my arm.

"Sir, you need to check in at the front desk before proceeding."

I glared, ripping my arm from his grasp before I stomped back to the secretary desk.

"I need to go to Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul."

"Do you have a reservation?"

I sighed, aggravated. It's no wonder they were not letting me through. I dressed like a couch potato, with no wallet, identification, or phone with me. I thought for a few seconds. The maid did say business partners. Surely that meant Taehyung as well right?

"My name is Jeon Jungkook. My husband is upstairs already seated."

I prayed that Taehyung was here or else I was screwed without a single way to get in the restaurant.

"What's his name sir?"

She looked incredibly inconvenienced. To her I probably looked homeless. I tapped my foot nervously.

"Kim Taehyung." I answered confidently. She looked at her computer a few seconds before looking back up at me then back at the computer. She looked suspicious. Was Taehyung not here?

"Do you have any form of identification sir?"

I shook my head. She sighed again.

"Unless you can prove your identification I can't let you through."

I rolled my eyes frustratingly. An idea sparked into my brain. Since she was asking for identification that most likely meant I was correct and that Taehyung was in fact here. Since I had no other options I decided to use my very last resort.

 The chances of it working was practically equivalent to zero but I wanted to use every resource I had to save Mrs. Uim as fast as possible.

"Could you call him please? He eats here often. You have his cell number correct? Ask him yourself. Tell him that Jeon Jungkook is waiting in the lobby. He told me to come."

She tapped her foot, annoyed. With slight hesitation she picked up the company phone, dialing Taehyung's number. She rested her head on her hands. She flinched suddenly. She seemed shocked. Does that mean he actually answered? Well, at least we made it past the first hurdle. I fidgeted nervously.

"Hello? Mr. Kim? Yes, I apologize for interrupting your meal. There's a man in the lobby claiming to be Jeon Jungkook. He says you invited him and he's claiming to be your husband."

She looked nervous to talk to him. I didn't have much faith. There was a good chance I was about to get thrown out by security for claiming to know Taehyung.