When Fantasy Became Reality | BTS

Chapter 74

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

-William Shakespeare

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Jungkook's POV

I and Namjoon-hyung were sitting in Bang PD-nim's office. Namjoon had suggested that we tell everything to him, and so I did, even about Taraa, although only the necessary part. We waited for him to arrive as he had summoned us to give us some information regarding Choi Yoona.

"Hey, guys." he greeted, entering the room.

"Hello." We both stood up and bowed.

He acknowledged us with a nod and walked around the room to come and sit in front of us across the table.

"How are you both? And the others?" he asked. I shrugged and Namjoon didn't say anything. PD-nim just nodded.

"So, the reason I called you both here is that after hearing about it, I immediately put some people to find out who actually was that girl." he continued.

"And?" I and Namjoon asked in unison.

"Well, you both know Mr. Park, right?" he asked.

"Jimin's father?" I asked, confused.

"No, no!" PD-nim exclaimed. "The owner of Fashionista. The company that handles the production of all the outfits of artists under this company." he corrected.

"Yeah, we know him. He is quite a nice man. Haven't we been only working with them since our debut?" Namjoon asked.

"Ah, yeah. We have grown together. It was also a small company like ours and look at them now." he said.

"What about him then?" I questioned, getting impatient by the amount of curiousity.

"Well, that girl is his daughter. Mr. Park's, I mean." he informed.

I and Namjoon looked at each other, shocked.

"But-how? Why?" Namjoon spoke up, as I was at a complete loss of words.

"That's why I called you here. We are going to him at this instant. Things must be cleared out. He is a man of values and I also don't have any idea how his daughter turned out to be like this." PD-nim said, and got up without waiting for our response. "C'mon, kids! We need to go." he said and exited the office.

I and Namjoon-hyung followed him with fast steps.

We got inside the car and I took the driver's seat, igniting the engine. I knew the route as I had noticed the building countless times while driving. The ride was silent until PD-nim spoke up from the passenger seat beside me.

"Did you really love her?" he questioned.

"Who?" I asked.

"Taraa."

I was startled as I had told him only about the whole group's friendly relationship with her, and not mine and hers.