Resurgence ~VKOOK~

Chapter 7: The First Steps Of His Plan

In the mornings, Jungkook made sure he was there, waiting quietly outside Taehyung’s room before dawn broke. He would bring in Taehyung’s coffee—black, just the way he liked it—and set out his clothes for the day, choosing items that complemented Taehyung’s features and build perfectly. He took extra care with Taehyung’s ties, ensuring each knot was flawless, his sleeves rolled up to just the right length.

But it wasn’t just about looking after his physical needs. Jungkook paid attention to everything, silently observing Taehyung’s habits and preferences. He learned how Taehyung liked his surroundings: neat and orderly, with minimal fuss. He noted the way Taehyung’s gaze would linger on certain paintings in the hallway or how his expression softened ever so slightly when he heard classical music playing in the background. He stored all these details away, crafting a mental guide to what pleased the man—what might make him pause and, perhaps, look at Jungkook a little longer.

Then came the real opportunity—the chance to show Taehyung what he could truly offer.

One day, the head chef was unexpectedly absent, leaving the kitchen staff in a mild state of panic. Meals were never something to be taken lightly in the Kim household, especially not for the master of the house himself. And so, when the murmurs of worry filled the kitchen, Jungkook saw his opening.

“I can handle it,” Jungkook spoke up softly but confidently, his eyes bright with determination. The kitchen staff turned to him, some of them surprised, others hesitant.

“You, Jungkook?” a maid asked, doubt lacing her voice. “But you’ve never cooked for Mr. Kim before.”

Jungkook smiled softly, exuding a calm assurance. “I’ve seen the head chef prepare his meals. I know what Mr. Kim likes and dislikes. Please, give me a chance.”

A few of the maids exchanged unsure looks. But Jungkook’s sweet demeanor and diligent work ethic had already won them over in these few short weeks. He was always polite, always willing to help, and his presence was a welcome change in the household.

“I think he should give it a try,” one of the older maids Yuna spoke up, nodding toward Jungkook. “He’s been nothing but meticulous in everything else he does. And besides, Mrs. Kim is at her shoot, so for now, it’s just Mr. Kim’s meals that need special attention.”

Encouraged by her support, Jungkook smiled gratefully and got to work. But before he began, he took a moment to consult the maids, ensuring he wasn’t missing any vital details.

“What exactly does Mr. Kim like?” Jungkook asked, his tone thoughtful. “I know he’s not fond of overly spicy food, but are there specific dishes he prefers?”

The maids warmed to his eagerness, each contributing what they knew. “He likes traditional Korean dishes,” one of them said. “The simpler, the better. He doesn’t care for too many rich, overpowering flavors.”

“And he has a weakness for anything fresh,” another chimed in. “If the ingredients are locally sourced, it’ll definitely catch his attention.”

“He’s very particular about his soups, though,” the head butler Sean added, surprising Jungkook. “They need to be light, clear, and perfectly balanced. Nothing too heavy or creamy.”

Jungkook nodded, absorbing everything they said like a sponge. He thanked them quietly before turning back to the stove, his mind racing with ideas.

The Cooking Process

He decided on a dish that was light yet satisfying: a perfectly grilled fish marinated with mild herbs, accompanied by a side of lightly seasoned vegetables and a bowl of traditional doenjang jjigae—a soybean paste stew made with fresh tofu and vegetables. He chose ingredients with care, ensuring each one was fresh and of the highest quality, knowing Taehyung’s discerning taste wouldn’t settle for anything less.

With each movement, he focused on precision. He adjusted the heat meticulously, tasted every component multiple times, and plated everything with the grace and elegance of a professional chef. Even the kitchen staff, who had initially been unsure of his abilities, watched him with wide eyes, whispering among themselves.

“Look at him go,” one of the younger maids sara murmured. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

“It’s like watching an artist,” another agreed, a hint of admiration in her voice.

Jungkook paid them no mind, his attention fixed solely on the task at hand. He knew how crucial this moment was. If he could make a lasting impression through this meal, it would set the foundation for everything else to come.

When he finally placed the finished dish on the tray, the aromas wafting up were light yet enticing. He stepped back, heart pounding, and took a moment to breathe. This was it.

Dinner with Taehyung

Carrying the tray into the dining room, Jungkook felt a surge of nerves. Taehyung sat at the head of the table, his posture perfect, his expression impassive. Jungkook approached quietly, setting the dishes in front of him with a respectful bow.

“Your dinner, sir,” he murmured softly.

Taehyung glanced up at him, his gaze sharp and assessing. He picked up his chopsticks, taking a small bite of the fish. Silence stretched as he chewed thoughtfully, his face betraying nothing. Jungkook held his breath, every muscle in his body tense.

And then, Taehyung’s expression softened—just a fraction, but it was enough to send a rush of relief and excitement coursing through Jungkook’s veins.

“You made this?” Taehyung asked quietly, his eyes still fixed on the plate.

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook replied, bowing his head slightly.

Taehyung took another bite, the faintest hint of approval flickering in his gaze. “It’s… good. Very good.”

Jungkook’s heart soared. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you like it.”

A small silence fell between them as Taehyung continued to eat, his movements measured and graceful. Jungkook stood quietly beside him, watching, noting every subtle change in Taehyung’s posture and expression. It was clear that Taehyung was pleased, and that alone made all of Jungkook’s efforts worthwhile.

“From now on,” Taehyung said softly, breaking the silence, “you’ll be responsible for my meals.”

Jungkook blinked, his breath catching in his throat. “Sir?”

Taehyung looked up at him, his gaze steady and commanding. “I want you to cook for me. Every meal.”

Jungkook’s pulse thundered in his ears. This was more than he’d hoped for—more than he’d ever imagined. “Of course, sir. It would be an honor.”

Taehyung nodded once, his attention returning to the meal. And just like that, the first real piece of Jungkook’s plan clicked into place.

With every dish he made, every meal he prepared, Jungkook would slowly, subtly weave himself into Taehyung’s life. He would become more than just a maid, more than just a cook. He would become someone Taehyung depended on, trusted.

And once he had that trust—once he was indispensable—he would use it to unravel everything Anna held dear.

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