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Chaebols: The Arrangement Pt2

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Pairing: Kyungsoo x OC

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Their honeymoon was quiet and uneventful. As promised, they flew in silence to their island honeymoon, stayed in separate bungalows, and they only saw each other for a few hours a day. In the morning, the two would tour places on the island, taking pictures of one another and even a few together to post on social media and send to family and friends. Then they ate dinner in the evening. The rest of the day was left for Jae-eun to do whatever she wanted.

They didn’t speak of the reception, if they even spoke at all.

Despite this, Jae-eun enjoyed her vacation. She spent several hours under an umbrella at the beach, was able to mark five books off of her yearly reading list, and had met a few interesting people. Best of all, Kyungsoo left her alone. She wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. She would, but for now she was happy to be on her own.

She came home, to her new home, no worse for wear. He introduced her to the maid and butler and they decided she could redesign the rooms to her liking. Jae-eun would spend more time in the house than Kyungsoo. She made quick work of redecorating and rearranging, adding her own pictures along with pictures of Kyungsoo’s family and friends. He had almost no personal items or pictures throughout the house, Jae-eun was forced to get these things from the maid, who was named Noh Na-ri and quickly became Jae-eun’s favorite person in the house, or from his mother.

Their wedding photo hung over the mantle, because that is where happy couples put it. Sometimes, when it caught her eye, she felt a pang of guilt. Not just because they were lying, but because they were so convincing. They looked happy in that photo. There was no hint of the sadness, anger, or indifference they both felt. The man and woman in that photo were in-love, standing close to each other, his arm around her waist, her face leaning close to his. Though they looked like Kyungsoo and Jae-Eun, they were strangers, like the stock photo when you buy a new picture frame.

Jae-eun added pictures of Kyungsoo and his friends from high school, even a few of her with the friends she’d made while in America. But her favorite was from their honeymoon. On one of their photo expeditions, he leaned in to get a picture of the two of them with a spectacular view of the ocean behind them. Just as he moved to take the picture, she turned her head and pressed her lips to his cheek. The resulting picture was priceless. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. They looked happy. She had felt happy when she did it. He didn’t even get mad at her for it, just gave her a little crooked smile and walked ahead.

She spent a lot of time getting acquainted with his parents. His mother was nice enough, and Jae-eun realized that was where Kyungsoo got his personality, she was just as critical as he was. His father was a ray of sunshine. He was more open and friendly, but a strict business man. Though Kyungsoo ran the company now, the board had voted him in when they returned from their honeymoon, Do Kyung-chul was always involved in any deal the company made. Jae-eun grew attached to him the quickest.

She continued in her position at her father’s company, since Kyungsoo had yet to decide if she would take a position at his. In her spare time, she learned all she could about his business, The Ganghan Company. Kyungsoo worked late most days and when he wasn’t late they ate dinner together, at opposite ends of the table, then parted ways, retiring to their separate rooms across the house from each other.

Jae-eun tried to be personable, initiating the typical married couple conversation, “how was your day, did anything interesting happen, how about this weather?”

This went on for about two weeks before Kyungsoo interrupted her.

“Jae-eun, I really wish you wouldn’t talk so much,” he told her one night.

She glared at him for a moment. His narrowed eyes focused intensely on her face, as if he was waiting for her to get angry. As if he wanted her to get angry.

“Thank God,” she sighed in a loud, over-exaggerated way, “coming up with things to say to you every night is exhausting.”

He watched her, his large eyes widened in surprise. Jae-eun finished her meal in silence and with a satisfied grin. She hated to admit it, but she loved the “deer-in-headlights” look on his face when she did something he wasn’t expecting.

After that, dinners were quiet. Jae-eun fell into a routine and learned as many details about Kyungsoo as possible, like how he would disappear for five or ten minutes after every meal, and how he would wake up at four every morning to go for a jog or exercise before work. The menu was rarely repeated because he liked trying new foods, and he usually sang when doing menial tasks.

It wasn’t a bad existence, Jae-eun preferred the silence anyways. And there were good things in her life too, like her growing friendship with Kyungsoo’s best friends. Jongdae had come several times and they were able to catch up. She had missed him more than she thought, and getting to know him again made her heart swell. Chanyeol and Minseok visited frequently and after a few weeks they began texting her daily as well. They were funny and sweet and kept Jae-eun company on the days Kyungsoo was gone.

Chanyeol had even begun confiding in her. One day, when he had stopped by, he told Jae-eun about how his father was pressuring him to take over their company PCY Entertainment. But Chanyeol didn’t want to run the business. He loved the music. He even admitted he wrote the song she didn’t recognize from the wedding. Chanyeol had told his father he wanted to be a producer, which resulted in a fight and Chanyeol moving in with Minseok. He had been hiding from his father’s men for weeks now.

Kyungsoo had been busy for several days, either coming home just to sleep, or not coming home at all. So, when Chanyeol called wanting to stop by she jumped at the chance for a ittle company.

Chanyeol and Minseok sat in the drawing room, showing Jae-eun a video of a girl he had discovered in a bar he frequented. She and Chanyeol sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the love seat while Minseok sat at the corner of the couch. The laptop was positioned on the coffee table just in front of her, a solemn sound accompanied by a powerful, sad voice, filled the room. When the song was over Chanyeol looked to Jae-Eun.

“She’s good. That’s an amazing song and the lyrics, with her voice, it’s haunting. It’s really good,” she told him.

“I couldn’t breathe when she was singing it,” he leaned over Jae-Eun’s lap to adjust the video, “When she sang this one I knew I wanted to produce her.”

“What’s going on here?” came a deep voice with the familiar ring of Kyungsoo’s annoyance.

Jae-eun jumped at the sound. Kyungsoo hadn’t given her any notice he would be home on time today.

“Oh, Kyungsoo-yah,” she said ignoring his tone, “come listen to this. Chanyeol wants to produce a song with this girl.”

“You’re still doing that?” Kyungsoo asked Chanyeol as he stepped in between the couch and love seat.

To Jae-Eun’s surprise, Kyungsoo knelt beside her leaning his arm over her leg.

“You know I have no intention of stopping.” Chanyeol replied as he leaned forward and played the video.

Kyungsoo listened quietly, his face was stoic, and Jae-Eun was sure he didn’t care for it. His eyes narrowed slightly and the tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips. She found this particular habit fascinating. He settled in deeper beside her, his hand came up to rest on her bare knee, and her breath caught in her throat as his thumb caressed her skin. The warm path he made tingled, and she instantly regretted wearing the high waisted shorts she had expertly chosen this morning.

When it was over he nodded to Chanyeol.

“Fair warning, if you sign her, I’m buying out your company. Did she write and arrange that herself?”

“Yeah, it’s all her.”

Jae-Eun’s eyes turned to Kyungsoo’s her furrowed brows giving away her surprise.

“You know music?”

His dark gaze moved over her, “Of course I do.”

Confusing washed over her face and Minseok laughed.

“We were in a boy group in high school. We even auditioned to become trainees for SM Entertainment.”

“How did I not know this?” She giggled at the thought of Kyungsoo in a boy group. “What happened?”

“Chanyeol has no talent, and I looked like a gargoyle!” Kyungsoo explained.

“What about oppa?”

Chanyeol closed his laptop, “They made Hyung an offer, but he wouldn’t accept without the rest of us.”

“Remember the audition song we put together?” Minnie’s hand shot out and whacked Kyungsoo on the shoulder.

Jae-Eun could feel him chuckle slightly, again reminded her that his arm was still resting across her thigh.

“All I can remember is your haircut, Hyung.”

Chanyeol erupted in laughter, covering his mouth with one hand and pointing at Minseok with the other.

“I call bull. I’ve heard Chanyeol’s music, he’s beyond talented and I’ve seen pictures of all of you in high school, you were all handsome enough. I’ve even heard Kyungsoo sing, that would be enough to make you a trainee.”

Minnie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “We’re heirs, Jae-Eun-ah, there was no way all of us could get our parents to approve. Jong-in, Baekhyun and Junmyeon are the oldest sons, and Kyungsoo is the only heir. And there is no way Chanyeol’s dad would let him work for another entertainment company.”

“I understand that all too well.” She said quietly.

Silence filled the room. There had been many things Jae-Eun had wanted to do. In high school, she had tried to convince her father to let her go to art school. She loved drawing and painting, often spending hours in her room covered in charcoal and pastel chalks or oil paints. But her father pressed her to go school overseas for business. In the end, she wouldn’t disobey her father’s wishes.

Kyungsoo broke the silence. “Hyungs, have you eaten?”

It was decided then, they would stay for dinner. Minnie received a call from Junmyeon, who was then invited and bringing Yixing. Chanyeol called Baekhyun who found Jongin and Sehun. And Jae-Eun contributed by texting Jongdae. Within the hour, she was surrounded by loud, rowdy men in her kitchen.

Kyungsoo cooked! That was something she had not learned in their few months of marriage. He cooked well enough that it brought all his friends to his house to eat. They all sat around the island as Kyungsoo grilled meat and made various side dishes. Jae-Eun served beer and Soju. Her husband, she knew, took a mix of the two. He wasn’t a heavy drinker and tended to like them together.

Many things could be said about Jae-Eun, but she refused to be called less than an attentive wife.

They reminisced about auditioning for SM and how Jongin had choreographed their dance. Jongdae filmed a music video for them, which Jae-Eun promptly declared she must find and watch. Junmyeon had scheduled gigs for them, and Sehun designed their outfits.

Jae-Eun didn’t usually like to be in big, loud groups. When it involved the business, she was able to put her discomfort aside to accomplish her goals, but for her personal time she preferred a book over parties or just a couple of friends, but these men, were so easy to get along with. They were comfortable with each other and that made Jae-Eun feel comfortable as well. They treated her as if she had been a part of their group since inception. Of course, a few cups of soju loosened her up a bit as well.

Baekhyun relentlessly badgered Kyungsoo as he worked, peering over his shoulder and attempting to steal pieces of meat, which only resulted in Kyungsoo coolly slapping him across the cheek. The room erupted in laughter.

“Kyungsoo-yah!! Just a bite… one piece… I’m so hungry!” Baekhyun whined rubbing his assaulted cheek.

“Aish,” Kyungsoo huffed, pointing the fork and his friend, “Reach again and I’ll fork that hand.”

Jae-Eun laughed and poured herself another shot of Soju, but before she could drink it Chanyeol spoke up.

“Woah, Jae-eun-ah, that’s three shots now.”

“I can count, oppa.” She nodded sarcastically.

“She seems to hold it well,” Jongdae teased.

“Pour one for me.” Baekhyun commanded. “I’ll drink one with you.”

Jongin spoke up. “Hyung, Kyungsoo may not want Noona to get drunk.”

Kyungsoo didn’t bother to look back from the cutting board, “She has a mind of her own. I’m sure she knows her limit.”

Jae-Eun poured a shot for Baekhyun and he counted to three.

She threw back her head and let the warm liquid flow down her throat.

“Wow,” Chanyeol said again as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Our little sister can drink well.”

Jae-Eun sunk back into the embrace. It felt like being wrapped up in a warm Chanyeol scented blanket. It was calming and Jae-eun was glad for the interaction. She wasn’t a woman who needed constant attention and physical contact, but it was nice occasionally.

No one seemed to think anything of it.

Sehun held his glass out to her, “Noona, pour me a drink too.”

He was the youngest by just a couple of months, and Jae-Eun could see he liked to use that to his advantage. Though the others knew, they didn’t refrain from giving him what he wanted.

“Sure,” She lifted the bottle and poured despite Chanyeol’s heavy form restricting her movements.

Jongin stood from his stool, “Hyung, do you need any help?”

“Yeah,” he moved to the cabinet, and Jae-Eun thought she saw a moment of hesitation as he finally noticed Chanyeol arms around her, his eyes flickered, just a slight movement, but he continued gathering plates and bowls and placing them on the island. “Can you set the table please?”

Jongin grunted agreement and took the plates. Minseok grabbed the bowls and followed suit while Junmyeon pulled silverware out of the drawers unprompted, handing half to Yixing.

Kyungsoo finally turned to Jae-Eun.

“Jae-Eun-ah, make me another drink.” He ordered.

“Yes, Jagi,” she moved away from Chanyeol’s arms and retrieved Kyungsoo’s glass from the counter. Normally she wouldn’t respond to a command, especially not from him, but she was just relaxed enough to let him get away with it once.

The moment she was out of Chanyeol’s embrace, Kyungsoo threw the napkins at him.

“Hey,” Chanyeol yelled as the blue squares of fabric bounced off his chest and land in a heap on the floor, “Why?”

Kyungsoo made a motion as if he was going to backhand Chanyeol and Jae-Eun bit back a laugh as Chanyeol jumped and raised his arms to block a hit that wouldn’t come. He cautiously knelt to retrieve the napkins from the floor.

She mixed his drink, leaving it on the counter for him as she gathered the side dishes to move to the dining room.

“Thanks,” he said in passing.

She hummed an acknowledgement.

“Jae-eun-ah, let me help you with that.” Jongdae moved quickly to take the dishes from her.

She took the remaining side dishes to the dining room, the last four following her out with the dishes of meat.

The boys made quick work of setting the table and they were soon gathered around filling their bellies with food and talking about their current situations.

Jae-Eun watched, so entranced by the rapport these men she forgot to eat.

“Jae-Eun-ah,” Kyungsoo leaned forward, placing a cut of pork on her plate, “Eat.”

She blinked back her fascination and smiled at her husband. “Sorry, I just like hearing all of your stories from when we were younger.”

It wasn’t a lie. These men were an anomaly to her. Each one was so different than the other, but somehow, they worked well together. True brothers, not the ones you were born with, but the ones you chose to have by your side. Kyungsoo, though cold to her, was as warm as the other guys. She honestly wanted to know more.

“Noona, I think you are a little drunk.” Jongin chuckled.

“Maybe.” She took a bite of one of the sides and her eyes immediately turned to Kyungsoo. “Jagi, I didn’t know you could cook this good.”

“Kyungsoo, you haven’t cooked for her yet?” Junmyeon scolded.

“Sorry Hyung, I’ve been working far too hard these days. I’ll have to make her a special dinner soon.”

“Not even on your honeymoon?” Yixing asked.

Jae-Eun took a bite of soup and rice, the flavors were amazing.

As she took a sip of water, Kyungsoo replied, “We were on an island, and… preoccupied with other things.”

Jae-Eun choked on her water, her hand flew to her mouth as she struggled to refrain from spitting water at Chanyeol and Baekhyun across the table from her. Kyungsoo patted her hard on the back as Minseok handed her a napkin. She bowed her head in thanks since the coughing fit she was currently in the middle of stopped her from voicing it.

“Are you okay,” Kyungsoo asked, concern in his wide eye, as-well-as embarrassment in his reddened cheeks.

She nodded, eyeing Kyungsoo as he gave her a knowing smile. They both knew what other things he suggested they were preoccupied with never happened.

“Yeah,” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I think Kyungsoo’s food is enough to choke anyone up!” Jongdae teased again.

Desperate to change the subject she turned to Jongdae.

“You’re still at university, right Oppa?”

“Yes, I’m majoring in film. We have a great program.”

“And some hot female film students, am I right Jongdae-yah? Baekhyun laughed, “Why haven’t you hooked up with that study friend of yours, what was her name, Eun So-young?”

“So-young is a good friend, but I’m her senior. It wouldn’t look right if we dated, Hyung.” Jongdae explained, his cheeks tinted pink.

Baekhyun clapped Jongdae hard on the shoulder. “Well, then, it shouldn’t be any problem if I give her a call.”

“Absolutely not, Hyung, I have to work with her. I don’t want to deal with the aftermath of your “call”.” Jongdae hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, women love it when I call.” Baekhyun bragged.

“Yeah, it’s when you stop calling that it becomes a problem.” Sehun inserted, and the table erupted in laughter.

Jae Eun loved the camaraderie between them. As she watched them joke and tease, she realized there were many good things that came from her marriage to Kyungsoo. They may not get along, but he provided for her, gave her this beautiful house, partnered with her father, and introduced her to these new friends. He was a good man. Or maybe the alcohol was affecting her.

It had to be the alcohol because the sight of him, his eyes curved into crescent moons and his lips arched into a dusty-rose colored heart as he laughed at his friends, made her feel hot. He leaned forward on the table resting his chin in his hand, his thumb rubbing across his bottom lip as he listened intently. Kyungsoo and his damn thumb, and those ridiculously plump lips making her feel flush. It wouldn’t last long, she knew, they would probably get in an argument before the night was done, but right now she would appreciate it.

She realized she was staring. Not just that, but there was a stupid grin on her face. Jae-Eun sat back and shook the image and feelings out of her head. Then turned to Chanyeol’s raised eyebrows. His lips curved into a crooked smile as if he knew something she didn’t. She raised an eyebrow as well and wrinkled her nose at him before turning back to the conversation, something about Jongin overworking himself.

The conversation lasted a while longer, then slowly the guys started to say their goodbyes. Chanyeol left early with Minseok, the grin still on his face. Baekhyun claimed a sexy little thing at the club was waiting for him to find her, and Jongdae had a class in the morning. Jongin stayed behind after everyone left. Kyungsoo was close with the other guys, even closer with Chanyeol, but Jongin was his person.

Jae Eun let them talk in the drawing room and made her way to the kitchen. The Chief and Nari had been given the night off since Kyungsoo cooked, so the dishes would have to be taken care of. She didn’t mind this task; she was in a good mood, slightly buzzed and the house was practically empty so she cleared the dining room table and washed the dishes until Jongin came up behind her.

“I’m heading out, Noona.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a hug.

She pulled her gloves off and wrapped him in a real hug. “Jongin-ah, you should eat well all the time, not just when Kyungsoo feeds you. And get some good rest. Don’t make me and Kyungsoo worry about you.”

“Yes, Noona,” he said with a blush on his cheeks. He was a kind and sometimes shy man, and Jae Eun was enamored with him. He worked far too hard from what she understood from their conversation. He neglected himself and she could see Kyungsoo was concerned for him.

She released him and pressed her had to his cheek, “Get home safely, and get some good sleep.”

“Good night, Noona.” He said and rejoined Kyungsoo at the door.

Jae Eun turned back to the dishes, forgetting her gloves, while Kyungsoo showed Jongin to the door. He returned a few minutes later stepping up to the sink beside her.

“That really isn’t necessary.” He said quietly. The scent of his cologne filled her senses and her shoulders rose and fell quickly as she breathed him in. Part of Jae-eun hated the times when his presence relaxed her. They were connected, whether they liked it or not, he was her support. Kyungsoo was becoming familiar, like a new tattoo, the eyes catch it because the marking is foreign, but slowly it becomes part of your body. His voice, his eyes, his scent, even his moods were becoming a part of her. For better or worse.

“Nari is off for the night and I won’t be able sleep as long as there are dirty dishes. It’s not a problem, really.”

“I’ll help then.” He took the glass she had just washed from her hands and dipped it into the clean water.

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine, you should get some rest.”

“That’s nonsense, I made the mess cooking, I can help clean it up. Don’t argue and hand me the dishes.” He demanded.

Jae Eun complied. But after the house being full of noise, the silence was defining.

“This was nice.” She tested. Kyungsoo didn’t like small talk, but with the remainder of the alcohol in her system Jae Eun didn’t care. She wanted anything but the silence that made her think too much.

“It was. Last time we were all together was at the wedding.” He replied.

“Well we should do this more often. Your friends are charming.”

Kyungsoo didn’t reply. Jae-eun felt a little dizzy, from him, from the soju, she didn’t know. She rested her head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind, continuing to rinse and dry the dishes.

“Do you have all my friend’s numbers now?” He asked suddenly.

“As of tonight, yes. I had most of them at the wedding, Yixing and Baekhyun gave me theirs tonight.” She smiled as she remembered each conversation that lead to the exchange of numbers.

“Why?”

The question threw her off she lifted her head and turned to Kyungsoo. “Because they are important to you. Is there a reason why I shouldn’t have your friend’s numbers?”

“You just seem rather close to some of them.”

Jae Eun turned back to the dishes. Here it came, the moment when all the good disappeared. “Say what you want to say, Kyungsoo.”

He sat a cup in the drying rack, “Don’t you think Park Chanyeol is a little high profile?”

Jae Eun scoffed as she dropped a glass in the clean water instead of handing it to him. “Are you insinuating that I’m having an affair with Chanyeol?”

“I’m just looking out for everyone. Chanyeol and his company are always in the media. If you get caught it turns out bad for all of us.”

“You really don’t think very highly of me, do you?” She smiled in disbelief.

“Jae-eun, any one here could see that you two have something going on.”

“It’s called friendship, Kyungsoo, and you seem to be the only one to have given us a second thought.” Her voice was strained and her words were clipped with her annoyance. “God, just when I think I may actually like you, you have to open that mouth.”

“He had his arms around you.”

“Yeah, Chanyeol’s a touchy-feely kind of person. You know this. You also know Chanyeol would never do that to you, so you’re really just insulting me. The hug was nice. Nobody can live devoid of physical contact all the time, Kyungsoo.”

He didn’t respond, but Jae Eun had had enough. Her blood was boiling and she felt an overwhelming need to burn off the alcohol still in her system.

“You’re such a hypocrite. I’m not really the one with prospects outside our marriage, am I? How is Mi-sun by the way? I heard she had a boy a couple of weeks ago.” She sneered.

“Lee Jae-eun,” Kyungsoo warned.

“No, cause I’m really curious. Is he yours. I think as your wife I have a right to know if you have a child with another woman.”

“Oh, you would like that wouldn’t you?” He accused.

“Now why the hell would I be happy about that?”

“Physical proof that you’re such a better person than I am. Sweet, perfect, understanding Jae-eun. And here I am having a child with another married woman. Happily treating my wife like shit.” He was yelling now. She had obviously hit a sore spot.

“It’s a horrible situation and I wouldn’t find any joy in that. It’s heart breaking,” She began to regret she brought it up, but it was the only insult she could think of that would hurt him as much as he had just hurt her.

“I don’t need your sympathy.” He spat.

“I’m not giving it to you.” Jae-eun barked back.

Kyungsoo moved toward her, getting in her space, in her air. He was too close, the heat from his body, his cologne, his breath doused with alcohol, permeated her senses. Jae-eun couldn’t breathe. And he seemed to know it. His eyes wandered slowly over her face, his lips turning up in a wicked smile.

“Well you don’t have to worry, wife. I only slept with her once and that was way before she was married. But you forget we went to school together, I remember you had quite a reputation for hanging around the upper-classmen.”

Jae Eun sighed and pulled her hands from the soapy water. She trembled with anger, “Because, a girl who is quiet, serious and doesn’t care for drama and gossip has plenty of female friends to hang out with.” The sarcasm was thick in her voice.

“The girls were less likely to mess with me when I was surrounded by my brother’s friends. I didn’t sleep with them, and I’m not sleeping with Chanyeol, despite what you think of me. I knew what I was getting into when I married you, Kyungsoo. I’m not naive, I wasn’t disillusioned, and I didn’t have a faint hope that you would fall in love with me. I know if I make this work, both of our families will continue to prosper. That is my only goal here. Trying to take your company, causing you problems, that puts everything that I’m trying to accomplish in danger. I have no interest in that.”

He said nothing, just stared at her with those deeply intense eyes that made Jae Eun feel paralyzed. She fought that urge and blinked her eyes away from him. Pulling the dishtowel from the drawer, she dried her hands and draped it over Kyungsoo shoulder. This was wearing her down. Jae Eun was out of alcohol induced adrenaline. All she wanted was to get away, get a shower and some sleep.

“You know, I think the alcohol is getting to me, Jagi, I’m going to get ready for bed. You should be able to finish here on your own. Don’t leave them for Nari.” She glanced one last time into his penetrating stare, her show of strength, then she turned away from him.

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