•The melody of his sighs• [ Taekook ]

VII

Thursday

A ray of winter sun gently caressed Jungkook's tired face, when he rubbed his closed eyes. It took a few seconds to remember the previous night. He felt the blush discreetly cover his cheeks and a smile crept onto his face.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he instinctively stroked with his hand the other side of the bed, where the elder's body should be. He looked for any sign that Taehyung was next to him. However, he was alone in the large apartment. Taehyung's apartment.

He stood up grumpily, reluctantly bending into an old man's pose with each new step towards the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and let the hot water relax his aching muscles and body. He closed his eyes and all he could think about was that man.

Jungkook rubbed his wet hair with a white towel and he was ready to leave the room to look for the person who filled his thoughts constantly. But he heard a loud knock at the door.

He ran a hand through his damp curls, feeling his heart beat faster with each passing second. It must be him. A smile crept onto his lips as he hurried towards the door.

Jungkook's smile faded when he saw the same man from yesterday. It was  the receptionist dragging a cart full of food and drinks with him. He stood a little disappointed by the open door when he let him bring in the cart. Jungkook quickly thanked the man, when curiosity got the better of him. He has nothing to lose.

His mind exploded and Jungkook was more than curious and furious at the same time. He had to know.

- Excuse me... have you seen Taehy... Mr. Kim?

- Mr Kim has a meeting. He told me to bring you breakfast and he will find you after the meeting.

- Ok, thanks... - just as the man was ready to take the last step towards the door, Jungkook spoke again.

- I know that maybe the question is intimate... and that you are not allowed to give such information... just... I'm just curious... how long is Mr. Kim staying here? Did he come to visit London or... - only when he spoke out loud he could see how desperate he was to find out anything about him. A desperate attempt. He decided to quickly apologize because he had obviously put the man in an uncomfortable situation. But the man just gave him a kind smile and finally revealed some facts.

- Mr. Kim is not visiting the city, Mr. Jeon... um... how can I say this... he literally lives here. This is his room... - the man pointed with his hand across the room they were in, which was now filled with the smell of delicious food and strong coffee.

- I don't understand... how does he live here? Doesn't he have his own apartment or something? I think it would certainly be cheaper to buy an apartment than to pay for a hotel. - Jungkook didn't understand why Tae was so complicated and what the receptionist was trying to say.

- Mr. Jeon, you don't understand. He lives here because he owns this place. This hotel is his, he owns it.

Jungkook opened his eyes wide and looked in disbelief at the man in front of him. After a few seconds, the receptionist bowed and walked out, and Jungkook still couldn't think straight because his thoughts were irrevocably occupupied by the same mysterious man.