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lubdubsworld · 3 years ago

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Tell me your dreams ( Jungkookx OC)

Summary : Line chef Kim Soeun can't afford expensive dreams , let alone something as luxurious as Jeon Jungkook , The Director of the company she works at.

Genre : Mild angst, Fluff , Explicit Sexual Content.

Rated 21 +

Chapter One

“ Soeun, Dreams are expensive, “ my mother used to say, hunched over the kitchen sink , steel wool clutched in a death grip as she scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at the old aluminum pot, trying to get rid of the stubborn stain at the bottom . I would always wonder why she even bothered, when it hadn’t worked the seven hundred times before. Perseverance is admirable but when does it cross the line into folly?

I groaned.

It was a little past seven and I was already at my station in the large industrial kitchen in the lower floor of Jeon Enterprises, prepping vegetables and meat for lunch while a couple of my colleagues worked on stacking the display with pastries and bread , setting up the coffee machines, wiping down the already spotless counters. The restaurant/ Cafeteria occupied the entire floor and had wide open lounges and spaces for the patrons to get a relaxed meal and I’d worked here as a line chef for almost a year and half now.

It was a good enough job, paid well and I’d taken my mother’s words to heart. Healing was a slow , exhausting process and dreams were too expensive, so I was alright with this : a seven to five work schedule where I had a definite set of duties involving vegetables prep and making simple soups and eggs and occasionally helping out at the rotisserie station because grilled meat was a favorite with the employees.

The Head chef was Kim Seokjin , someone who had apparently graduated from a top culinary school and was taking a ‘ break’ from his position as an Executive chef at one of the Jeon resorts in Macau. The man was pretty enough to be a model but also playfully humble and sweet.

Not to say you could slack off. Chef Kim ran his kitchen with a high level of professionalism and everyone who worked under him took careful measures not to fall short of his expectations. The food was always good and delicious and in the hectic buzz of everyday life, the employees definitely found a little pocket of heaven here on the ground floor.

There were three of us here in the vegetable prep section : Sohee, a vibrant nineteen year old who had recently left culinary school and Ken who was from Japan and had the prettiest lips I’d ever seen on a man. Ken was currently busy peeling potatoes and carrots in the back and Sohee had gone to the pantry to grab supplies for the soup. I found myself sorting through a large crateful of eggplants, mostly to make sure none of them had gone bad.

“ Gimbap, Hobak Juk and Bapsang for the boss today…” Lee Jieun who manned the counter waved at me and I quickly grabbed the marker and made a note on the white board, felling a very unwelcome tug on my heart strings. I bit my lips as I carefully write the names of the dishes before carefully writing out his name next to it.

For Director Jeon Jungkook.

I stared at the name for a few second, feeling my pulse kick up again. Of all the people to develop a hopeless crush on, my wretched heart had chosen the Director. I sighed, shaking my head and pulling away before I did something stupid like draw a heart next to his name. It was even more ridiculous because I had never exchanged a single word with him. I’d only ever heard the stories and the stories were, as always exaggerated and unbelievable.

But it wasn’t the stories that drew me to him.

It was the way he behaved. Director Jeon was , simply put, kind.

A kind, considerate man who behaved nothing like a wealthy, privileged chaebol heir usually would. Director Jeon was aloof and quiet without being arrogant. He was a perfectionist and yet he always managed to put his point across without seeming overbearing. Every woman around him looked properly smitten and it wasn’t uncommon to see women unbutton their blouse buttons hastily or reapply makeup anytime the Director made rounds , but he always kept a respectful distance from everyone.

He was a good man and I had been so deprived of good men in my twenty eight years here on earth that I’d latched onto him as the ideal man of my fantasies, in just a month of working here. So here I was , crushing on a man so unattainable he might as well be on a whole other planet.

Sighing , I went back to my station and began washing the eggplants when Sohee slid in next to me , a large box of mushrooms ready . She began working on them, humming happily.

“Unnie!” she began as soon as she grabbed her knife, giving me a despondent smile.” You were right about Lee Shin. He really was a complete asshole.”

“Ahh, I knew it. I still can’t believe he made you pay for his cab when he came to see you.” I shook my head.

“Men are so terrible. Well, at least we can dream about Director Jeon and hold out hope.” She sighed dreamily and I grinned. Was there a woman in the company that didn’t lust after the handsome man, I wondered. And who could blame them?

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Director Jeon arrived at the company cafeteria at 7.45 Am on the dot. He was punctual that way and I hovered for a few seconds to catch a glimpse of him through the thick glass panels , just to see what he was wearing. Sohee liked to called it a package rating. You know, rating what kind of package he came wrapped in that day. It was wrong on so many levels but I couldn’t help it.

Today, he stood near a tall artificial fern, flanked by his executive assistant on one side and one of the department heads on the other. I stared at him, feeling my mouth go dry at the sight of him.

He was tall, wide shouldered and broad in all the right places. He also had a very lean waist with long legs that were always encased in the most fitted slacks. Everyone knew the Director worked out religiously, almost everyday, staying back at the company gym after hours.

And it wasn’t just his body. Director Jeon had a truly remarkable face, beautiful in every way. Even from a distance I could see the way his eyes sparkled, lips an alluring pink and jawline sharp and chiseled. He had a strong nose and a permanent smolder in his eye, lips very reticent when it came to smiles but somehow that only added to his beauty. He seemed so ethereal like this : untouchable and above everyone else. Like some higher deity that we were luck to even look at.

Today he wore a light grey suit and grey slacks, with a crisp white shirt and striped navy tie, made with a perfect Windsor knot. I stared at him for a few more seconds before Sohee gave me a nudge.

“Chef Kim is going to see you gawking and call you out. Get back to the station.” She said quickly and I flushed, quickly going back to my station and starting on the eggs for the bibimbap as Sohee moved to chop a few onions. I was just done with the fifth egg when a commotion outside caught my attention. It was loud, a proper ruckus really and everyone rushed to see what it was.

Confused, I turned the stove off and moved to the window as well and then a horrifyingly familiar voice screamed over the din, “ Kim Soeun, you whoring bitch!”

I felt my heart take a steep dive, gut clenching in disbelief. Horrified, I quickly shouldered past the crowd near the door rushing outside only to be met with the nauseating sight of my ex-husband with both hands clutching the lapels of Jeon Jungkook’s jacket. And then as I watched, he raised his fist and swung back, like he was going to punch the Director.

I lost my mind at that exact moment.

“Yah!! Jooheon, you crazy bastard!” I screamed in disbelief, barreling straight at the pair and even the security guards rushing over to help seemed to freeze at the sight of me running at full speed. I had a brief glimpse of stunned doe eyes before I bent at the waist head butting my useless trash of an ex right at his midriff.

Joo Jooheon was a skinny bastard and the force of the impact lifted him clean off his feet and he went sprawling over the potted plants right behind us, crashing into the shrubbery and hopefully hitting his skull in the cement .

I panted, staring in disbelief at the man before ignoring the people around me and rushing over to him. There was a dull roaring in my head and I felt myself shaking in disbelief, wrapping my hands around myself.

Jooheon, who was getting dragged out by the security screamed at me again.

“You think that piece of paper is going to protect you, you stupid bitch? You’re mine! You hear me? Mine!!” He roared and I recoiled, feeling sweat break out all over my body, skin going icy cold at the words. God, this crazy bastard…

“I’m calling the cops on you for this!” I said shakily, voice breaking and Jooheon merely scoffed.

“Do it! See if anyone hires you again! You’ll get fired today for this! And wherever you go, I’ll come do the same thing. Till you come crawling back to me on your knees. That’s where you belong Soeun! On your knees in front of me ! For the rest of your life!!” He laughed like a maniac and I clenched my fists , turning away.

“Call the cops, Ms. Jung.” A firm voice said behind me. “ Tell them I called personally and that I want to talk to the lead detective myself. Now.”

A second later something warm and soft settled over my shoulders and the same deep, concerned voice went, “ Are you okay?”

I froze.

I had a pretty good idea who it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and confirm. I couldn’t survive that. Frozen , I could only nod.

“Mr. Jeon, please let me handle this! Soeun ssi… please, come with me.” Jungkook’s assistant stepped forward, reaching for my arm and I let her lead me away from the men . “ Soeun ssi, let’s get you to the guest lounge and get something for you to drink yes? The cops will arrive and you can give a statement? Is that okay?”

I nodded, shrugging off the jacket quickly and turning to bow in the general direction of where Director Jeon stood, keeping my gaze on the floor as I held it out. A second later he took it back from me.

Bowing again I turned back, mind racing. Cops? What would the cops do? They would do nothing. They hadn’t done a damn thing in the many years that I had spent married to the monster, getting battered and bruised over and over again . They didn’t care. No one cared.

No one ever cared about what happened to me and I-

The warmth settled over my again and I froze, this time turning around to stare right up at him in confusion. This close, Jeon Jungkook was almost blindingly attractive and my throat went dry at the soft look on his face.

“Keep it on, Soeun ssi. I’ll collect it later. You’re shivering.” He said softly and I swallowed, pulling away as my heart thrummed inside my ribcage. But beyond the attraction was the panic. I had made such a scene today and I just knew that a company like Jeon Enterprises wouldn’t like publicity like this. I could already imagine the people who must’ve taken videos, and I remembered the jarring scene when Jooheon had grabbed the director by his collar? Oh, God was I going to get sued? Was he going to-

“ Hey…Soeun ssi… please, look at me.”

It took me a second to realize that I’d started hyperventilating a little.

I turned back to him and he looked determined. Eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a straight line, Jungkook reached out and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, squeezing just a little. The touch was oddly soothing and I fought to catch my breath.

“Its not your fault. No one is going to fire you, Soeun ssi. Alright? ” He asked gently and I blinked. “ That’s it… Breathe with me come on…” He smiled, stepping closer and breathing in deep. I swallowed and he reached down to gently grip my wrist, bringing my hand up to press against his chest and I started panicking again for a completely different reason. I made to pull away but he gripped harder, pressing my palm flat against his chest, just on the side of his chest and he breathed in , chest rising and falling .

“Its okay… focus on me, Soeun ssi… Breathe with me, come on.. you’re okay..” He said firmly and I finally pulled myself together . My skin burned where he touched me and the fabric of his shirt felt so soft under my fingers from where my palm rested against his chest. I stared at where my palm rested on the white fabric, the white fabric staining a bit from the purple on my fingers .

Everytime he breathed in, my hand moved with the rise of his chest and the movement was hypnotic in a way, and after what felt like an eternity , I felt myself calming down. As I started breathing with him, my own chest mimicking his movements, I felt my senses return.

I pulled away quickly, jittery and distressed. I stared up at him, embarrassed and apologetic. He looked so worried, handsome face genuinely concerned and the sight of it got burned into my head This was going to make my life so much harder. I could just feel it.

“I… alright. Yes. I’m alright…” I whispered and he hummed. He stepped back just a bit, but fixed his jacket over my shoulders again. I stared up at him and he looked determined.

“Don’t worry, Soeun ssi. We’re going to take care of our employees in every way we can. I’ll ask section Head Mr. Park to stay with you when you meet the cops and I’ll talk to the head detective myself and make sure this never happens again. You have my word , Soeun ssi.” He said firmly.

“Thank you, Director.” I whispered, bowing again.

He smiled then, gentle and reassuring and I felt my heart lurch again. Oh, God I was in so much trouble.

“Director, one of the Board members in waiting Conference room 8 , he wanted to discuss about a possible stock holder meeting next month….” His assistant said gently and the Director groaned.

“I’ll head up there by myself. Ms. Jung make sure she gets something to drink and maybe add a splash of whiskey in there. She looks terrified and we need her to be a bit relaxed when the cops come in. I’ll ask Jimin hyung to sit with her , but you should stay too. And when it’s done give me a call. I’ll come down and meet them myself.” Jungkook said sharply and Ms. Jung immediately bowed .

“Yes, Director.”

“And call Sana.” He said firmly. “ Tell her it’s an emergency.”

Ms. Jung paused at that.

“Your sister?” She blinked, looking confused and Jungkook nodded.

“Yes. Call her and tell her to come meet me right away.” Jungkook said firmly before turning to me again. “ I’ll see you soon, Soeun ssi.”

I watched as he lightly bowed and moved away and I stared after him, feeling completely overwhelmed. This was too surreal to process.

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The cops were as helpful as always and I filed a complaint, knowing full well nothing would come off it. The altercation had been in a public space, Jungkook hadn’t actually been hit and technically I was the one who had assaulted him when he hadn’t threatened me in anyway. The CCTV footage revealed that much. It was nauseating, seeing the smug smile on Jooheon’s face as they let him go and the police officer told me to keep my family affairs out of the public eye and to behave with dignity.

I stayed perfectly quiet, too jaded by the whole thing to care too much of it. It was another couple hours before they left and Jooheon gave me a look that said clearly that he was far from done with me. Which was also nothing new. In the two years that we had been divorced the man had always turned up at least two or three times a month to harass and scream at me. He didn’t touch me though , although he had graphic threats he liked to spew at me. But I wondered if one day he would snap and actually hurt me. The thought of it made me sick.

“Director Jeon was quite upset about how things turned out. The law in our country needs to change .” Ms. Jung said with a sigh as she carefully folded the jacket and placed it over her arm. I stared at the clothing feeling a pang of affection for the man. Was this what men of culture were like? Jooheon had grown up on the back streets of

I’d been offered a day off but I declined. Travelling all the way to my home and then heading back in the evening to pick my son from his school would be too hectic. I would rather remain at work than head home by myself to an empty apartment. I would finish up around six as I always did and then head to the school. Haesoo would be done with his piano lessons by then . And now that the day was over , I’d finally found the time to grab the jacket from my locker and take it to Ms. Jung to return it to her. I hadn’t seen Jungkook walk out of the building, so he was presumably still at his office working.

“It’s alright. I’m just grateful that I’m no longer bound to him by marriage.” I said with a small laugh and she hummed thoughtfully, watching as I carefully fixed my own coat over my shoulders, ready to take my leave.

“You have a son, don’t you Soeun ssi?” Ms. Jung asked curiously and I nodded.

“Yes. He’s nine years old.” I smiled, warmth seeping in at the thought of Haesoo. My little boy was everything good and wonderful in my world , my own saving grace and the only reason I was still breathing.

“You must’ve had him at a young age.” She said surprised. I thought about it. At the time , I had felt old enough. Exhausted enough. And my parents and husband had convinced me I wasn’t young at all. I was a woman. A wife. I owed it to the man to give him a string sturdy son. It was the least I could do for the mad who had provided me with his name.

“Well, I suppose I was.” I smiled. “ Thank you for all you did today, Ms. Jung. I would have probably been in jail if you hadn’t helped me answer those questions.” I said honestly and she smiled.

“It’s the Director you should be thanking. I’ve never seen him so worked up about something. Well, he’s always had a soft spot for damsels in distress so I suppose he felt like quite the knight tonight, coming to your rescue she said teasingly and I couldn’t stop the blood rushing to my face.

“Director Jeon is a very kind man and of course I’m truly grateful to him at all times. Please do let him know that I said that… ” I stuttered nervously . She chuckled thoughtfully and something seemed to be on her mind. She hesitated before glancing at the jacket and back at me.

“Well, Soeun ssi… Why don’t you hand this over to the director and then express your gratitude to him yourself?”

Before I could process what she had just said, she was placing his jacket back in my hands and bowing lightly, and grabbing the phone in front of her desk.

“Oh, what? No.. I .. Ms. Jung! Wait!” I yelped but she was smiling serenely at me.

“Hello?” She spoke into the receiver. “ Director, Soeun ssi is here to return the jacket.” She smiled at me amused probably by the blood draining straight off my face. I felt panic building up. I looked like ….well like I’d spent ten hours in a sweltering hot kitchen. My hair was a mess and my clothes wrinkled beyond redemption.

She hung up the phone and gave me a smile, pointing at the hallway that led to a private lounge and further in the Director’s private cabin.

“He’s waiting for you.” She smiled and I exhaled shakily as I clutched the jacket tighter, before turning down the hallway and heading towards his cabin.

I’d only been here one time, when I’d joined a dozen other new employees in order to greet Director Jeon when we were first hired.

A receptionist sat right outside his cabin and she frowned at me when she saw me.

“What are you doing here?” She asked sharply and I flinched.

“Oh.. I.. the jacket-“

The glass door behind her slid open and Director Jeon stepped out, looking so much more attractive without his jacket and tie. The top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and his sleeves were folded up, showing off muscled forearms . His usually pristine hair was slightly disheveled , like he’d run his fingers through the strands.

“Oh, Soeun ssi…” He smiled genuinely and I quickly held the jacket out, thanking God for small mercies. I could just thank him here and run.

“Your jacket, Director Jeon! And really, thank you so much for-“

“Why don’t you come in?” He said suddenly before glancing at the receptionist. “ Send for some refreshments. What do you drink Soeun ssi?”

I gaped at him, stunned.

“Umm… drink… I…”

“Its been a long day. How about an Iced tea? And maybe some hot spicy rice cakes?” He smiled and I could feel the receptionist boring holes into my skull with her gaze. Feeling like my face was on fire I quickly shook my head.

“No.. I’m sorry, Director I.. my son is waiting. His piano classes end my half past six and I have to pick him up from school now.” I said apologetically and Jungkook frowned glancing at his watch.

“Its already twenty past six. Where does he study?” he asked briskly. Not sure what else to say I told him the name of the school and he made a noise of impatience, shaking his head.

“How are you planning to reach there on time Soeun ssi? Do you have a car?”

“Oh, no.. I’ll have to catch a bus and-“

“Is ther a bus that heads that way at this time. You usually leave around six don’t you? You’ve probably missed the bus by now.” He gave me a small smile. “ How old is your son?”

“He’s nine. But its alright, he can wait there . its quite safe because its in his school and his teacher-“

Jungkook hummed like he hadn’t heard me.

“Kira? Clear my schedule for the day, yes?” He told the gaping girl and turned to me with a smile. “ Soeun ssi.. Give me a few minutes and I’ll drive you to your son’s school.”

“What? No… please I…”

“Don’t you trust me?” He smirked and I faltered. Trust…what? What did that have to do with anything. I stared as he quickly went back to his cabin and I was left standing in the hallway, completely confounded.

“Do you know the Director?” Kira demanded the moment the doors slid shut behind him and I blinked.

“Oh..what?”

“Do you know him personally? Why is he treating you like that?”

“Oh.. I’m.. no. I don’t know him.” I shook my head.

“And you have a son? You’re married? What are you doing making eyes at the Director if you have a husband?” She snapped and I stared at her.

“I.. I’m not making eyes at him. I’m..” I hadn’t told a lot of people that I was divorced and I certainly wasn’t going to share it with this woman .

The door slid open again and Jungkook was back, this time shirt properly buttoned and tie back on and hair combed. He gave a me a small smile.

“I spent a fruitless five minutes looking for my jacket.” He said softly and I lurched, quickly handing it back to him and it was ridiculous, how attractive he looked shrugging it on. I stared at the way his shirt stretched over his biceps , glancing away nervously only to catch sight of Kira staring at the man like a slobbering dog. Distaste filled my mouth and I wanted to hold a blanket up to cut off the view for her.

“Should we leave then?”

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Jungkook’s car was as understated and classy as its owner and I found myself hesitating to even sit too well, intensely aware of how badly I probably smelled after a whole day in the kitchen. Jungkook pulled out of the parking lot and gave me a side glance.

“I’m sorry about what happened in the morning. Its unfair that the man gets to walk the streets . He should be behind bars.” He said gruffly.

I didn’t reply, staring straight ahead. I felt uncomfortable, terrified even. I wasn’t sure why I was here and why Jungkook was being so ….well friendly. His actions had long crossed the boundaries of a concerned employer and I felt nervous. It was one thing to crush on the handsome Director from the safety of the kitchen. Quite another to be sitting next to him in his car after work.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He said softly after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“I…what?” I blinked before laughing nervously . “ No. No, Director Jeon . You’ve been very kind to me today and I’m just sorry that I’ve inconvenienced you like this. You’re a busy man and I shouldn’t be taking up your time like this. I’m sorry that I-”

“So eun ssi.” Jungkook said firmly, making me stop from continuing, “ One thing you must know about me is, no one can make me do anything I don’t want to. So if I’m here with you in this car right now, It’s because I want to be here.” He paused long enough for me to glance at him, “ With you.”

I turned back to stare out the window, feeling a bit like my heart was thudding straight out of my chest. There really was no mistaking the look on his face but I would not go down that road. I could not. The sight of the school gates made me practically sob in relief. I quickly dialed Yoongi’s number.

“Oppa? I’m out by the gates.” I said hastily and Jungkook seemed to stiffen next to me. “ Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

“Oppa? Your brother works here?” He asked casually and I blinked.

“Oh.. Oh no.. It’s Yoongi isn’t my brother. That would make it incest..” I laughed the words slipping out before I could process what I was saying. Jungkook’s brows shot up into his hair and I choked on my own tongue.

“Oh fuck. “ I swore before clamping a hand down on my mouth to shut myself up.

“So you’re dating his teacher?” Jungkook asked casually, his voice icy cold and obvious in its hostility and I flinched.

“We’re not dating. I’m.. Not anymore. We used to date, a couple of years ago. Not anymore.”

Jungkook hummed. I stared as Yoongi and Haesoo stepped out from the front gates , and I quickly pointed them out to Jungkook.

“There!”

“Mom!! Wow. Mom, who’s this!” My son shouted, gazing at the car in awe and Jungkook climbed out of the front seat smiling wide and holding a hand out to my son. Yoongi moved to stand next to me pulling me into a side hug and kissing my cheeks.

“You okay?” He whispered and I nodded quickly. I’d called him during lunch just to make sure my husband hadn’t gone to try and get Haesoo from the school.

“I’m fine.. Just a little shaken. I was wondering if you could keep Haesoo with you in the apartment for a few days. Just till I get more locks fitted in at my place?” I asked nervously, watching Jungkook chatter away with Haesoo , something about the car. My son ran his fingers all over the hood before asking to climb into the driver’s seat and I watched as Jungkook happily obliged.

“That’s no problem. But will you be okay by yourself? You can come with too.” He said softly and I shook my head.

No. That would just complicate things. Yoongi and I had what you would can a non-closure break up. A break up where neither of us really wanted to break up but we had to because of Haesoo and Yoongi’s job. So we tried not to make things difficult for each other .

“Hi.. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook’s voice made Yoongi glance up and he smiled politely holding a hand out for the other to shake.

“Min Yoongi.” He said with a smile and Jungkook frowned.

“Wait… why is that name so familiar… Are you ….Have you worked with Namjoon hyung n one of his albums?” Jungkook frowned and Yoongi looked a little pleased at the recognition.

“That would be me, yes.” He bowed politely and Jungkook whistled.

“Wow. You’re super talented, Yoongi ssi. How’s the girlfriend, by the way?”

Yoongi went stiff as a board next to me and Io blinked.

“Girlfriend?” I frowned, confused.

“Well, Namjoon hyung said that you were going out with one of the actresses on the MV set? Hyejin was it?”

“You have quite the memory, Jungkook ssi. Seeing as that was a month ago and it was one date.” Yoongi snapped and Jungkook smiled.

“What can I say? It’s a blessing and a curse.” He turned to me. “ Should we leave Soeun ssi?”

“Oh, yes. Just a moment. Haesoo-yah!” I called for my son who immediately bounded over .

“Yes, mom? “

“You wanna crash with Yoongi for the night? You can practice a bit more for your recital? Mom will pick you up after school tomorrow?” I asked gently and his eyes immediately lit up as he glanced at Yoongi.

“Can I play with the avengers Lego set?” He asked eagerly and Yoongi laughed , nodding. “ Okay!!”

“Thank you for this.” I whispered quietly and Yoongi nodded before pressing another kiss to my forehead.

“Let’s go champ!” Yoongi bowed to Jungkook before leading Haesoo away and I watched them make their way over to Yoongi’s car.

“Is there a reason you’re sending him off with someone else for the night.”

I hesitated before answering carefully.

“Not really, no. He has a recital coming up and he needs the extra practice.” I said with a smile.

“I see. It doesn’t have anything to do with his father being deranged?” Jungkook asked casually.

I flinched.

“Its alright. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be prying but …my mother…” Jungkook paused. “ She was in a situation like yours, a long time ago. I guess that’s the reason I’m here…. Right now.”

I stared at him.

“What happened ?” I asked quietly and he exhaled slowly.

“She died.” He said simply. “ He killed her.”

I recoiled, surprised.

“Director Jeon…”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I understand in hindsight that it must’ve been a little alarming , watching me invade your space like this. I don’t know why I did it. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He said softly, bowing a bit.

“I… Its alright.” I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes , sliding one out before tucking it between his teeth. He pulled out a lighter and slowly lit the end, the orange flare bright in the dark of the night.

I watched as he carefully inhaled before blowing a puff out.

It felt good to see him have a vice. So he wasn’t that perfect after all.

“Would you like to stay over at mine? I have a spare bedroom and running water.” He smiled evenly and I shook my head.

“That would be a bad idea, Director.”

He turned to me then, staring down at me thoughtfully . He held my gaze for a second and in the golden glow of the streetlight , he looked quite breathtaking. I wondered why and how it had become so easy to look him in the eye , when just this morning I’d been shaking at the very thought of it.

And then his gaze dipped to my lips, for just a second . But long enough for me to catch the movement. I quickly looked away, heart pounding.

“I should head home. I can take a cab…”

“Don’t be silly.” He shook his head, dropping the cigarette down and stomping the embers with his shoes. “ I’ll drop you off, Soeun ssi.”

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“Thank you for everything.” I bowed again and Jungkook stared up at the apartment building , brows furrowed. He gave me a small glance, tilting his head thoughtfully.

“You’re sure you’re going to be okay in there?” He asked carefully. “ Your ex husband doesn’t know where you live?”

I hesitated before nodding.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Go on then.” He smiled waving me off and I took a second to take in the sight of him, leaning back against his expensive car in his expensive clothes and his beautiful self…. It was straight out of all those dramas I’d binged on as a teenager. But real life worked under a different set of rules. I couldn’t let myself get carried away with dreams and fantasies.

Dreams are expensive, Soeun-ah…My mother’s voice always lingered in the back of my mind and I wasn’t going to stop listening to her.

Dreams were expensive and Jeon Jungkook was a dream I couldn’t afford even if I sold my entire existence.

Or at least that’s what I thought to myself, till I woke up at five in the morning to get ready for the day only to peer out of the window and find that his car was right there. I stared in confusion until I saw a shadow move in the backseat.

I felt my jaw go slack.

Had the mad man spent the night in his car outside my building????

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Author's Note : Just me finding solace in sweet line cook Soeun and her gentle heart.

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