Indebted...

Part-12

I gave my head a little shake, struggling to keep up. "Um, personal shopper? Why?"

He looked at me like I was dim. "Because most of your clothes were robbed yesterday-especially the suits you wear for work."

"I can just head to the mall at some point."

"You're wearing the only suit you currently own. With everything else that's going on, do you have time for a shopping trip?"

I shifted a little on my seat. "Well, not really."

"Then personal shopper it is." He planted his hands on the island. "After work, we'll visit Sung-ho appa and your foster parents-all of whom have texted me, asking me to keep an eye on you; they're worried and need to see you. Then we'll pick up your car. And if there's anything you
desperately need from your apartment, you can grab it tonight, since the police are done searching it for evidence. The moving crew will pack and transport everything else."

"How do you know the police are done?"

"I called the officer who took your statement last night."

I bristled. "I was going to do that myself. Hell." I drained the last of my mug, staring at him. "I don't like that you made that call for me."

"I can see that. But why wouldn't I have done it? You are my wife."

"Your fake husband. And even if I'd been your real wife, I'd still be unhappy with you taking over."

"And I'd still have done it wife. You know me well enough to know that." His gaze dropped to my hand. His brow knitted. "Where are your rings?"

I glanced at my finger. "Oh shit, I left them upstairs."

"Why did you take them off?" he asked, like I'd committed a capital crime.

"I don't like to wear jewelry while I shower." I hurried back to my room, slipped on the rings, and returned to the kitchen.

Taehyung glared at me. "Don't forget them again."

"Stop being snippy."

"I'm never snippy."

I snorted. "Whatever."

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"I can't believe you've moved out," said a pouting Jin hyung on Sunday evening. "I almost cried when the moving van drove off with your stuff. Who am I going to talk to when I argue with Joonie?"

Lounging on a chair in the library while on a video call to both Jin and Jimin hyung, I smiled. "You can still talk to me. We'll just need to do it over the phone."

"It won't be the same," hyung complained. "I won't be able to come see you to talk it out. I so wished I could have last night."

"What did you and Joon hyung argue over this time?" asked Jimin,sipping wine.

"The cat's name," replied hyung.

Jimin's nose wrinkled. "Huh?"

"He stupidly proclaimed that our cat likes him better than me. I said, 'No, she's all about her momma.' He said, 'Nah, I'm Snuggles' favorite.' I was like, 'Her name is not Snuggles, it's Brownie.' He wouldn't accept it. He insisted we'd called her Snuggles. What dumb fucker would forget their cat's name?"

I felt my mouth twitch. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if Joon hyung annoyed him on purpose just so that he'd storm out and give him a little alone time.

Jimin leaned forward. "How long have you had the cat?"

"Three years," hyung bit out. "He has no excuse for this shit."