CAPTUS || JinKook

21. Planned

I adjusted my eyes as I woke up that Saturday morning. Though Sunghoon is in my head first person in the morning, I felt unusually better. The weight on my chest has lessened. Perhaps, what happened last night helped a lot. Knowing some people understood me and were willing to listen to me, mentally comforted me.

I still cannot wrap my head that I am living in my boss' house. For free, if I may add. It feels surreal. Indeed, he is different outside of work. He knows how to weigh his professional and personal life which I am very thankful for. At least, I know, he isn't that mean in "real" life. Perhaps, he needed to have a strong personality as a CEO to gain respect. I don't know. I honestly don't have any idea how Namjoon is as a CEO.

I closed my eyes and suddenly felt embarrassed realizing that I opened up to him last night. I still don't understand why I even share my experiences as Namjoon's husband. To my boss. The CEO of the company. Even if he reassured me that it was okay, still, I regret doing that. What if he thinks that I am a failure? That I am no good being a husband or a father? That was shameful.

After taking a shower, I wore my most decent clothes. I don't want to face my boss looking like a haggard divorced man. Like how Jimin described me when I was still married to Namjoon. I should wake up earlier than my boss so I can cook breakfast for us. I will not forgive myself if he will cook for us. That is another next-level embarrassing moment.

As I stepped into the living area, the grey curtains were already swept onto the sides. The natural morning daylight lit the whole room and I have to stand in front of the large glass wall to get some Vitamin D and take a look at the beautiful city under us. I stretched my body a little before heading to the kitchen but I noticed a food cover sitting on the kitchen counter.

There is a sticky note attached to the cover.

I left early. I cooked some breakfast. If you need anything or cannot find anything there, just give me a call or a message. Feel at home. Happy weekend.

I suddenly stopped smiling when I realized I was smiling like an idiot. Even though Jimin kept on teasing me for Mr. Jeon, I know he was only doing that to shift my attention. No way a billionaire single man would like a married man. And since he is already aware of my background, no way he would like a divorced man. Someone who is a failure. A man who wasn't able to save his marriage. There are lots of single and successful men and women whom he could date. I am divorced and definitely not successful. I look old for my age. My clothes aren't attractive. I cannot understand how Jimin and Yuna would think something so ridiculous and impossible.

I took a deep breath and lifted the cover and my eyes feasted on the food on the large plate. It looks like a breakfast buffet.

"Did he really cook all of these?" I exclaimed as I took a seat. Namjoon doesn't even know how to fry an egg. I thought millionaires don't know how to cook in general since they have someone to do it for them. Or they are surviving through food takeouts or deliveries. Or was it only Namjoon? I am amazed that Mr. Jeon isn't how I envisioned him to be. Though it was embarrassing that he cooked all these, I was more amazed at what he was capable of doing. He is very much domesticated.

I took my phone out of my pocket and sent a thank you message to my boss. After, I decided to send a message to Jimin. But before I can even type, Mr. Jeon already made a reply.

Welcome. Enjoy.

That was fast but brief and bland. But it's fine. I mean why do I even think that he would reply with a paragraph? And what am I expecting him to say? And Jimin is insisting Mr. Jeon likes me? How come?

Speaking of Jimin, I contemplate if I should invite him over. He has a life of his own and he's probably enjoying the weekend with Yoongi. I put my phone down and just enjoy the food on the table.