Indebted...

Part-12

"Wow." Jimin chuckled and shook his head. "I adore Joonie hyung but ... wow."

"I know."

"Well, at least you have a guy of your own. I'm still painfully single." Jimin looked at me. "It wasn't so bad when you were single, too, but now ... Damn, I'm still processing that you're married to Taehyung. No, I haven't finished processing that you're even a couple."

I was still processing it all myself.

"Of course, I suspected he was into you," Jimin went on. "You're one of the only employees at Kim-Verse whose ass he hasn't chewed a verbal chunk out of, even though you're in his company almost every day. And when that guy from marketing came onto you a little too strong-complete with groping-Taehyung was furious."

Jin hyung's brows arched. "Yeah? I didn't hear about that."

"Ooh, he reamed the sleazy fucker so hard I was pretty sure the guy would cry," said Jimin. "Taehyung doesn't yell or blow a fuse when he's mad at you. He talks quiet and stays in complete control, but he turns ice freaking cold and systemically rips your character apart like a twisted psychiatrist. That's why quite a few people have quit their jobs in tears."

Taehyung had been super harsh with him. Really, though, he would have been furious no matter which employee was groped. Jimin drank more of his wine. "He's been a lot less eager to jump down people's throats since you became his PA. You do seem to have a way of ... I don't know ... soothing him, I guess you could say."

"I know what you mean," said Jin hyung. "I noticed at the barbecue that he's at ease no matter who he's talking to, but he relaxed a fraction more when Kookie was by his side. Like, yeah, he soothed him in some way."

No, he was just that good an actor.

"I'm not even sure if he's conscious of it," Jin hyung added.

"Oh, he'll be conscious of it," said Jimin. "That man knows himself inside and out. Knows every strength and every fault. And he can live just fine with those faults, because his psychopathy-"

"No, we're not doing this," I cut in, slashing my hand through the air.

Jin hyung rolled his eyes. "Fine. He's a very well-adjusted, emotionally stable man." He paused. "Are you sure you made the right decision in marrying him so soon?"

I lifted my shoulders. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"He might be a person who moves fast, but you aren't. I've never known you to throw caution to the wind. Yet here you are, moving in with a guy you married after only a month or so of dating him."

"Yeah, well, I love him."

"Do you? Because sometimes I worry that you don't really see him. And I don't get why you two had to rush into anything. That usually doesn't end well for couples."

Jimin let out a dreamy sigh. "I think it's romantic the way he decided that, hey, he was done fighting what he felt for him and then he just set out to make him his in every way." He gave me the stink eye. "I also think it's unfair that you won't give us details about what he's like in bed."

"You'll just have to use your imagination," I said.

"Oh, I do. Lots. I'll try to stop it now that you're married to him, but it won't be easy. Not gonna lie, I'm jealous."

"Speaking of jealousy ... How's Hiah taking all this?" Jin hyung asked me.

I shrugged. "I haven't seen anything of her since the barbecue." I still hadn't dealt with her shitty email, but I figured it could wait

"She's going to shit a brick when she sees that iceberg on your finger," said Jin. "You know how much she likes her bling."

Jimin swirled his glass. "It's a shame she has to be that way."

It was. Mostly because the situation hurt my foster parents so much.

"The people who matter are happy for me. That's what's important to me."

When I'd visited my father to assure him that I was okay after the burglary, I'd also been careful to monitor how he reacted to my being married. It appeared that I'd been worrying for nothing. He seemed incredibly content about the whole thing. He loved the copy of the wedding photo we'd brought him, and he'd almost died with laughter on watching the recording of the ceremony.

I'd also visited eomma and appa, who eventually settled when they saw I wasn't an anxious mess about the break-in. Like papa, they were thrilled to have a copy of the wedding photo, claiming they loved how "happy" I looked. They'd also laughed their asses off watching the
recording of the ceremony.

With tears in her eyes, Eomma had proclaimed, "It was just perfect. So much smiling and laughing."

She'd somehow managed to talk Taehyung into throwing a post-wedding party sometime in the next few months. I'd insisted it wasn't necessary, but then appa had jumped on board, they'd all started exchanging ideas, and the idea of a celebration took on a life of its own.

I'd later told Taehyung that I could talk my family out of it, but he'd said a party would help make the marriage look more real. He'd also announced that he'd hire wedding planners to take care of the details.

"Why was Taehyung in such a rush to get married?" asked Jin hyung. "Are you pregnant?"

"No, of course not," I said. "He just doesn't see a need to wait. Look, I get that this sounds fast to you. But to us, it's been years in the making. As eomma once pointed out, he and I were like a platonic couple. But now we're annoyed with ourselves for taking so long to make the jump;
we didn't want to waste any more time."

It was a rehearsed response, and it appeared to have mollified hyung a little.

Hearing the buzzer, I said, "Ooh, my stuff must be here." I said my goodbyes, promised to call them again soon, and then left the video call.

When I made my way to the foyer, Taehyung was already there. "I'll tell the movers where to unload your things," he said. "Are there any boxes you want brought to your room?"

"Yes. When I talked with the packing team over the phone, I told them what stuff I wouldn't be putting in storage. They said they'd clearly mark each of those boxes as 'non-storage.'"

He nodded. "I'll order the crew to move the marked boxes upstairs and leave them on the landing."

It didn't take long for everything to be unloaded. The process of unpacking didn't take long either. Even with the help of Taehyung's personal shopper, I didn't have enough clothing to fill the walk-in closet,

The shopper was a freaking clothes genius. She'd noted my size, asked a few questions, wrote down my budget, and then came back later that same day with all kinds of clothes. Personally, I wasn't convinced she'd stuck to my allotted budget, and I suspected that Taehyung might have given her extra money to spend, but they'd both sworn he hadn't. By the time I was done unpacking, the room officially had my stamp all over it, especially with the photos and other knick knacks.

A short while later, there was a knock at the bedroom door. Knowing it could only be Taehyung, I called out, "Come in."

Walking inside, he glanced around and settled his gaze on the empty boxes. "I was going to ask if you needed help unpacking."

"Nah, I'm good. What should I do with all the boxes?"

"I'll take them downstairs. The cleaning staff will get rid of them tomorrow." He twisted his mouth. "I have a few things to do and a conference call coming up, so I won't be having dinner until late. You'll be eating alone."

"Oh. Okay." I flapped my arms slightly, strangely feeling a little lost all of a sudden. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, I guess."

He inclined his head, nabbed the boxes, and then disappeared, leaving me alone. I had the distinct feeling he was going to leave me alone a lot.

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To be continued......

Taekook has already started their married life and now are settled....
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