?MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ?|| JIKOOK

JUNGKOOK POV

I check my Rolex and stifle
the urge call my brother for
the fifth time this morning.

He's late, as usual.

That part doesn't surprise me, although I am getting more
and more annoyed with each minute that drags by.

The thing that has me more agitated than my brother's tardiness is the meeting
we're about to attend.

The meeting we're currently twenty minutes late for.

Budget meetings are normally
a good excuse to hit the snooze button a few extra times but
this one is different.

Not only is it concerning my
pride and joy a seventeenth century French chateau but
now I'm second-guessing
Guk's impulsive decision to let
an unknown design firm
handle the whole thing.

Actually now I'm second-guessing letting my brother
be involved with any of the decision-making. Ever.

But it is his house, too.

And partly his money.

I sigh and reach into my
pocket to grab my phone.

I'm tired of waiting and even if I just get his voicemail again, at least I'll be doing something to occupy my time and my mind.

I freeze at the sound of
squealing tires and I
instinctively know it's Guk.

Nobody else who lives in our stuffy pre-war co-op with the Central Park views would be caught out in public driving
like a maniac.

Nobody but Guk, that is.

His car streaks into view.

I expect it to have a roaring engine in true Guk fashion
but it's one of those new
electric cars so it's more of a
purr as he pulls up alongside me.

"You're late." I say, frowning
as he gingerly climbs out of
the sporty coupe.

"Very late."

Guk waves a dismissive hand
and shoots me a grin that
shows he's not put off at all
by my bad mood.

"Are you gonna stand there and lecture me all day or are we going to this meeting?"

"Is it safe to ride with you in
this thing?" I raise an eyebrow and nod toward his newest toy.

"Should I sign some kind of waiver first?"

He rolls his eyes.

"Oh, please. You're safer with
me behind the wheel than with some of the drivers we've had lately. Do I need to remind you of our last trip to London?"

I grunt and try to think of a
good comeback but the truth
is that he's probably right.

He might be a bit of a show-off but he enjoys the good life too much to risk it all in a car accident.

Still, I'm not about to give
him the satisfaction of
saying it out loud.

"Fine." I open the door and
slide into the surprisingly luxurious passenger seat.

"We're already late enough."

"Let's just go."

Within a few moments, we're jetting out into traffic, the eerily quiet engine only emphasizing the silence between us.

"You're in fine form this morning." Guk says, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"What's got you so annoyed?"