When His Eyes Opened- TK

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Tae wondered if he would be his mistress if that woman was still alive.

If she was dead, then was he her replacement?

Either way, it made his heart ache and left a bad taste in his mouth.

While Tae was lost in thought, Jungkook’s thoughts also wandered.

“Tell me, what exactly do you like about Nic?” he asked as he pulled out his cigarette box. His face was the epitome of an enigma.

“I don’t like him anymore,” Tae said coldly.

If they had not talked things out earlier, he might have continued to use Nic to anger him.

It was childish, but Jungkook was always losing his temper over the smallest things.

If he(Tae)did not retaliate, he(Tae) would lose his mind.

“Is it because you realized he was nothing but a penniless loser?” Jungkook asked as he held the unlit cigarette between his fingers.

“Is money all you think about?” Tae retorted. “Back when Nic was pursuing me, he would write me love letters every day. On the weekends, he would take me to art galleries and music recitals. We would have the most wonderful conversations-”

“Sounds like a load of superficial bullsh*t to me! It’s precisely because all he thinks about is getting into a men’s pants that his business is a mess,” said Jungkook, cutting him off. “What you consider wonderful was nothing but a joke!”

“Have you always been this mature and successful? When I was fifteen, I liked guys who were cute. When I was sixteen, I liked guys with good grades. At seventeen, I was into basketball players. I liked talented guys when I was eighteen… I loved Nic. It’s all in the past, and I might hate him now, but I can’t pretend that all of that meant nothing.”

“Shut up!” Jungkook roared as he snapped his cigarette in half; his eyes were cold. “Go back to your room!”

Tae pursed his lips and stood up.

He did not return to his room but walked to the dining room because he was still hungry.

“Is there anything to eat, Mrs. Min?” he asked.

He looked calm and nonchalant as if it were someone else and not him that had just gotten into a fight with Jungkook.
Mrs. Min immediately prepared dinner for him.

Tae sat at the dining table, pulled out his phone, and saw a series of text messages from Dohee.

Dohee: (The party’s over! I’m not that into him. He’s a little too soft for me. He didn’t seem to be that into me either, but said that we should go out for dinner next time, probably because of pressure from his family.)

Dohee: [He said his parents don’t give him much spending money! How could he possibly have two hundred million? Did you misunderstand?)

Dohee: [l’m going to have dinner with him this weekend! I have to get to the bottom of this! Also, why did you have to leave in a rush?]

Tae replied: (Long story. I’ll tell you once I’ve found the words.]

Dohee called Tae right away after receiving his text.

Tae’s hand clenched his phone.

He glanced at the living room and noticed Jungkook was still there.

He would hear everything if he talked on the phone now.

He declined the call and sent Dohee a text: [I can’t talk right now. Let’s talk on campus tomorrow!]

After his shower that night, Jungkook paced back and forth in his room in a gray, silk robe.

His weak legs were now filled with energy.

A question was floating around in his head.

It caused deep furrows in his brow and made his heart tighten.

Moments later, he pulled out his phone and called Jung-su.

“Jung-su, check and see if there are any art exhibitions or recitals tomorrow. Find something in the afternoon or evening.”

“Yes, sir,” Jung-su responded. “Is there a specific kind of exhibition or recital that you’re interested in?”

Jung-su’s question left Jungkook speechless.

He had never gone to art galleries or concert halls.

Even at that moment, he had no interest in them.

“Find something that men would like,” Jungkook said.

“Yes, sir. However, men of different ages have different preferences…” said Jung-su, as he continued his line of questioning. It was the first time he had received such an odd request from Jungkook.