❝Fifty Shades Of Jeon❞ ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ

03 - The Photo-shoot

Byungmoo's Hardware Store, Busan, Dong-gu CHM 184, 11.55 AM.

Taehyung is ecstatic.

"But what was he doing at Byungmoo's?," His curiosity oozes through the phone. I'm in the depths of the stock room, trying to keep my voice casual. "He was in the area." "I think that is one huge coincidence, Jimin. You don't think he was there to see you?," He speculates. My heart lurches at the prospect, but it's a short-lived joy. The dull, disappointing reality is that he was here on business.

"He was visiting the farming division of PNU. He's funding some research," I mutter.

"Oh yes. He's given the department a 30 million Won." Wow.

"How do you know this?,"

"Jiminie, I'm a journalist, and I've written a profile on the guy. It's my job to know this."

"Okay, Carla Bernstein, keep your hair on. So do you want these photos?,"

"Of course I do. The question is, who's going to do them and where."

"We could ask him where. He says he's staying in the area."

"You can contact him?,"

"I have his phone number." Taehyung gasps.

"The richest, most elusive, most enigmatic bachelor in Seoul or Asian, just gave you his phone number." "Er... yes."

"Jimin! He likes you. No doubt about it." His tone is emphatic.

"Taehyun-ah, he's just trying to be nice."

But even as I say the words, I know they're not true—Jeon Jungkook doesn't do nice. He does polite, maybe. And a small quiet voice whispers, perhaps Taehyung is right. My scalp prickles at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he might like me. After all, he did say he was glad Taehyung didn't do the interview. I hug myself with quiet glee, rocking from side to side, entertaining the possibility that he might like me for one brief mument. Taehyung brings me back to the now.

"I don't know who we'll get to do the shoot. Youngjae, our regular photographer, can't. He's home for the weekend. He'll be pissed that he blew an opportunity to photo one of Asia's leading entrepreneurs."

"Hmm... What about Hoseok?,"

"Great idea! You ask him—he'll do anything for you. Then call Jeon and find out where he wants us." Taehyung is irritatingly cavalier about Hoseok.

“I think you should call him.”

“who, Hoseok?,” Taehyung scoffs.

“No, Jeon.”

"Jiminie, you're the one with the relationship."

 "Relationship?," I squeak at him, my voice rising several octaves. "I barely know the guy."

 "At least you've met him," He says bitterly. "And it looks like he wants to know you better. Jimin, just call him," He snaps and hangs up. He is so bossy sometimes. I frown at my mobile, sticking my tongue out at it.

 I'm just leaving a message for Hoseok when Hanbin enters the stock room looking for sandpaper.

 "We're kind of busy out there, Jimin," He says without acrimony.

 "Yeah, um, sorry," I mutter, turning to leave.

 "So, how come you know Jeon Jungkook?," Hanbin's voice is unconvincingly nonchalant.

 "I had to interview him for our student newspaper. Taehyung wasn't well." I shrug, trying to sound casual and doing no better than him.

"Jeon Jungkook in Byungmoo's. Go figure," Hanbin snorts, amazed. He shakes his head as if to clear it.