valentine boy ☆ j.jh | ✔

02

You stumbled out to your kitchen still half-asleep that morning, mumbling a half-hearted 'good morning' to the staff members you passed on your way there. Your father was already at the breakfast bar, being served by the private chef also on staff. The chef started on another plate for you, and you groaned aloud as you stretched, cracking your back in at least eight different places.

"Good morning, my dear," your father took a sip of his coffee as his eyes never left the report he was reading on his laptop.

"Morning, Papa," you rested your head on your arms, already feeling your eyes closing again.

"You got any plans for today?"

"Nope, why?"

"I have a semi-formal meeting with Jaesung and some of his associates."

You let out a grunt of acknowledgement, eyes drifting shut completely.

"At the Jung estate."

Your eyes shot open again as you sat up straight, trying to conceal your excitement as you asked, "Oh, really?"

"Jaesung says Jaehyun might be home as well, if you'd like to accompany me. You seemed to be getting along well again at the party."

"Y-Yeah, sure. I'll come," you fought to keep your voice level as you agreed, nearly bursting at the seams with elation.

Your father nodded, finally glancing over at you from the computer screen, "We leave in thirty minutes, okay?"

Nodding, you eagerly dug into your breakfast, needing to get ready to leave as soon as possible.

After scarfing your food down, you had just made it back into your room when your phone buzzed with a message.

[jaehyun: bring a swimsuit]

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You'd just finished your formalities with Mr. and Mrs. Jung but had yet to see Jaehyun. You had a small bag at your feet carrying the promised swim suit that you picked up as you went to follow them further into the house. As your father and Mr. Jung broke off towards a hallway that you knew led to a small conference room, Mrs. Jung led you to the tea room, gesturing for you to sit across the little table from her.

"You really have grown up so beautiful, Y/N," she smiled at you as she poured you a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jung. The redecoration in here is amazing, it's changed so much since I was younger," you complimented her back, nodding for her to drop a couple sugar cubes into your tea.

"Oh, we got this done a few years ago. I forgot how long it's been," she had a wistful look on her face as she looked around the room. "How have you and your father been?"

"We've been well," you absentmindedly droned on about a few key things that have happened in the past ten years of your life, truly focused on the fact that Jaehyun was nowhere in sight.

Just as Mrs. Jung was recounting a story of her own youth—one that took place at a horseback riding camp—a familiar head poked into the room, one that made you grin. Jaehyun waited patiently for his mother to finish her story before fully entering the room, finally getting her attention, "Hi Mom, hi Y/N."

"Oh, Jaehyun!" His mother seems practically relieved that he's there, beckoning him over, "I have a few things to attend to for your birthday gala. Would you mind entertaining Y/N while she waits for her father?"

"Of course not," he replied cordially as his mother stands up.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It was wonderful to see you again."