❝ Secrets❞
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MR KIM RAISED HIS BROWS, A HINT OF confusion in them, this is the only way to know what place this diamond holds in Jungkook's heart. And why he took Seran's name in his unconscious mind. If he's planning something absurd towards this chil—I'll have to slap him into reality.

"Yes, what is it?" He asked, my words were cut off by my stomach growling, I felt my cheeks heat up, he chuckled. "Let's get you something to eat." He said, clasping his hands at the back as he walked forward. I followed him, "So.. How's everything going with Mr Jeon?" He asked, placing the file at the reception desk.

"Fine. We don't talk much though, but what I want to ask you is much more important." I replied monotonously, my eyes batting rapidly. He raised his right brow, giving me an amused look. "What is it?"

We walked out of the entrance gate, and towards the cafeteria. The doors automatically opened as we walked closer, we both walked to a decent seat, sitting across from each other. He placed his hands in front of him, on the table.

"Do you know who Seran is?" 

Dang it.

As if I've asked for his life, his face turned pale, eyes fluttering in shock and mouth gaping. "What?" He asked, knitting his brows. I gulped, "Seran, he.. Took her name while drunk." I confessed, he placed his hand over his mouth, "Please miss. Don't ever take her name again." He said, pleading.

I knitted my brows in confusion, "Why not? She's just a small kid whose mother works at his house, isn't it absurd how he took her name while being drunk, confessing he loves her!?"

My hands slammed on the table as I stood up, my chest heaving from lack of oxygen. "Oh god. He isn't that type of person!" He cried, pulling me back down. A few people who were in here looked at us, turning back to their work when they didn't understand our language.

"Then? What is the meaning of this?" I asked him, taking a deep breath as I leaned back on the chair.

"The Seran he talked about isn't the little kid whom you're talking about. But yes, she was named after her." He nodded, my eyes softened. "What?" I whispered, "Yes, when that child was born, Mr Jeon decided to name her after the most valuable person in his life, but sadly, she's no longer with him."

My heart sank, a knot forming in my throat, I placed my hand over my mouth in shock. "W-What?" I barely whispered, he sighed, wiping the sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief. "That's all I can tell you about her, I'll be dead if sir gets to know that you even know about her." He said.

I gulped. "I'm sorry—" He shook his head, "It's okay. It's definitely acceptable if you, being his wife, are worried about what his mind is going towards." He smiled, I ruffled my own hair in frustration. "I just—" I sighed, my mind going numb,

"Feel so dumb."

He broke into a smile, "It's fine. Now, would you like to have something to eat, you seem quite hungry." I nodded, "Until and unless you're not making a pun about my stomach growling, of course yes." I smiled back at him, he shook his head.

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Jungkook faintly walked out of the meeting hall, running a hand through his hair, "This was the last one, if you call me again, I'll kill you." He glared at his secretary. She chuckled, "Of course. Enjoy your honeymoon now." She said, trailing behind him slowly.

"Ah, where's Haerin?" He asked—to be honest, he totally forgot she existed for a minute. "I don't know. I was with you the whole time." His secretary shrugged, "She has gone with Mr Kim." The receptionist spoke up from the front, looking up at them.

"Where?" His secretary asked in confusion, "Out. The cafeteria I think, she seemed quite hungry." She said, empathizing the word hungry for some sort of reason.

"I'll go to her." He said, "I'll come with y—" Jungkook raised his hand in the air, denying her idea. "You stay here." He said, walking away from them,

The secretary leaned against the reception desk, "Do you think he tortures her?" The receptionist asked, raising her brows, "I'm not interested. And you shouldn't be too. It's their life, don't interfere." She chimed, silencing the curious woman behind the desk.

Jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the building, spotting the two immediately. He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, tilting his head as he watched the girl giggling and laughing,

"I left for like thirty minutes and she's flirting with Kim?" He asked, knitting his brows in disappointment. He walked inside the cafeteria, the two looked at him.

Why is he here?—I bit my lips, honestly I enjoyed him not being with me, Jungkook sat beside me, looking at Mr Kim with a sharp look. I moved my chair away from him, he glanced back at me, his hand going under the chair as he pulled mine closer.

"What are you two doing?" He forced a smile, looking at the burger in my hand. "She was quite hungry, so I fed her." Mr Kim said, smiling as he looked at me. "She said she'll treat me with her money when she earns, right?" He said, Jungkook shot his head to me.

I nodded, avoiding his gaze, "Yes. It'll be nicer if I feed you with my own money, right?" I told Mr Kim, he nodded his head, "Of course!" He said. "Promise me that we'll meet in Seoul too. It's so fun to talk to you!" He said, moving his finger forward.

Before Jungkook could protest, I matched my smaller finger with his, "Promise!" I giggled, munching on my burger, "Yeah," Jungkook muttered,

"If you meet in Seoul."