All Chapters of Taming My Best Friend's Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jeanet “He is hot, isn’t he?” Zandi gets me out of my train of thought. “If you really like him, you are going to have to be prepared mentally.” “We are not dating,” I protest. Ji-Hwan is on the dance floor and no longer in the VIP area, but we can see him through the glass. The excitement that everyone showed when he arrived seems to be gone, and they are keeping a respectful distance from him. He is dancing, singing along to the song, and seemingly having a great time as Biri Marung is playing. “And he is a good dancer, which is not surprising,” Zandile says as Ji-Hwan waves at me, and I wave back. “Do you have a crush on my boyfriend, Zandi?” “You said he is not your boyfriend.” “I think he could be. We spend time together every day.” I smile to irritate her, but she smiles back. "Excuse me," I get up to join Ji-Hwan on the dance floor. After a few songs, we go back to our table, our heads buzzing with energy. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I don’t have to tell him what it is I

DamienWhat the hell is wrong with me? I have never wanted Jeanet, and I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to think about her like that. I don't care if she's 28 or 40. This is because of that damn misletoe kiss, and I hope I forget all about the kiss sooner than later. It's driving me insane. We are closing the office on Wednesday, and the last week it's usually a lazy week. The only people who go to work are the ones who want to. I have decided to get proper sleep after months. Unfortunately, the more I try to sleep, the more I toss in bed without any signs of me ever falling asleep. I give up at 8 am and head to the gym downstairs. The moment I hear the song, I almost groan in frustration. The song is called "Lush Life," if I'm not mistaken, and Linda has been playing it so much lately, I ended up unintentionally learning the lyrics.I'm about to turn around to get earplugs when I hear laughter. I decide to take a peek, and what I see makes me freeze. My eyes are trained on Jeanet

Jeanet "Ji-Hwan." I smile as I take the call, and Linda is grinning next to me. "So, you owe me a date," Ji-Hwan says from the other end of the line. "I don't have enough money for a fancy date right now.""Who said anything about money?" he asks. "What do you have in mind?" "You tell me, what do you have in mind that won't cost us a thing? And if it costs us something, I will pay for it. You can pay me back by spending time with me.""But I said I would pay for our next date," I protest. "You can pay for the next date.""Fine. Give me two hours.""Thank you," he says excitedly."Bye, Ji-Hwan." I am grinning like an idiot. When I hang up, Linda squeals and starts jumping up and down. "Let's get ready.""You were listening in on the conversation?""Yes, duh," she rolls her eyes. "We need to choose your outfit, hurry up." She pulls my hand, leading me to the closet. We go through my clothes and settle on a maroon pleated mini-skirt, a white crop top, and white sneakers.I am loo

Jeanet "Jeanet, can we please talk?" The moment I see Ji-Hwan, tears fall uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," he keeps whispering. I finally allow myself to fall apart. He holds me as I cry my eyes out. "Can we sit down to talk?" he asks when my sobs have died down. When he lets go, I look around to find out that Damien silently walked away. “I need to tell you something about my past,” I say as we sit on one of the garden chairs. “It's not necessary," he shakes his head. "So, someone sent an anonymous text to my sister, with a picture of us on a date. Can you believe it? They told her she should show it to my parents." “And how do you feel about that?” “I think whoever it is is a lunatic who is pretty much bored about their lives. They are so miserable that they also want to make us miserable as well.” “Are you not mad that I didn't tell you about my past?” “No.” “I don’t deserve you,” a tear trickles down my cheek. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” he w

Damien That panic attack was a sign of losing control, and thinking about it is killing me. I hate losing control under any circumstances, but every time Jeanet is nearby, I end up wondering if I should leave the country and never come back. "How about Nam Da-Eun?" Linda asks. "We want her to design our outfits." "No, not her." Jeanet fidgets with the hem of her shirt. It's strange to see her nervous. "Why not?" Linda asks her. "Because..." She trails off. "You know," she whispers. "Yes," Linda grins. "I know." "Linda, what are you up to?" I eye her suspiciously. I know that look in her eyes, it terrifies me a little sometimes. "Imagine Nam Da-Eun spending all night and day tomorrow working on our outfits," she says to Jeanet. "I think that's a better use of her time, and we don't want her to crash your work party. What if she forces Ji-Hwan to take her as his plus one?" "You are a genius!" Jeanet squeals, and then she gives her a hug. "I told you I got your back, boo