TEMPTATION OF MY ARROGANT CEO JEON JUNGKOOK X READER {COMPLETED}

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Y/N’s POV

I stood there, utterly confused. Congratulations? What on earth were they congratulating me for? No engagement ring on my finger, no impending wedding—what was happening? Was this some sort of joke?

I glanced at Jungkook, trying to read his expression. A small smirk played at the corners of his lips, but I had no idea what he was getting at. Was this all some elaborate setup?

Tess, his sister, was next, her face alight with excitement. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. Or should I say, sister-in-law?" Sister-in-law? What was going on? Was this some elaborate prank? Or was Jungkook up to something ridiculous again?

I couldn’t contain my confusion. "I think there's been a mix-up," I said, trying to make sense of everything.

Jungkook’s eyes met mine, a glint of amusement in them. "It’s okay, baby, we can tell them," he said, his voice was smooth. His words didn’t make sense to me. Just yesterday, he was yelling at me like I was the problem, and now he was acting like we were in some kind of… relationship?

The pieces started to fall into place. "Oh," I said slowly, realizing what he was doing. He was toying with me. He couldn’t possibly be serious.

"Congratulations, Y/N," Jess added, her face glowing. "I've always wanted you as my sister-in-law." I just nodded, unsure of what to say, still reeling from the bombshells being dropped.

"Well, looks like you two have to rush the wedding now. Less than two months to pull it off!" Mr. Jack, the company lawyer, said as he grabbed his suitcase to leave. "Better hurry up," Jungkook smirked, his eyes dark and knowing. "Can’t wait to marry you, hun."

A rush of anger surged through me. No, no way in hell. "We’re not getting married, Jungkook. I’ve told you this before," I said, my voice firm despite the chaos swirling inside me.

Jungkook just chuckled, like everything I said was some joke to him. "Come on, babe. We're past this. No need to be scared."

Before I could respond, Mr. Jack raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay, Mr. Jungkook?"

Jungkook waved it off, telling them it was fine, before they all took turns hugging me, leaving me standing there in stunned silence. What the hell is happening right now?

As soon as the door clicked shut, I spun around, fury rising in my chest. "What’s going on? What’s this nonsense about marriage?" I demanded, my frustration bubbling over.

Jungkook didn't flinch. "Language, Miss Y/N," he said, his tone icy.

"Language my foot," I retorted, my hands clenching at my sides. "I want to know what all this marriage talk is about."

He leaned back in his chair, twirling it casually. "You still don’t get it, do you?" His voice was cold and final. "We’re getting married, Miss Y/N."

I stared at him, my mind trying to process his words. "Did I ever tell you that I wanted to have a relationship with you? And by the way, I’m not engaged."

Jungkook’s smirk didn’t waver. "Well, there’s no ring on your finger yet, but if you do have one, you’ll get rid of it. Because you’re marrying me."

I felt my patience snap. "Are you kidding me? I’m not marrying you. I won’t."

He sat up straight, his expression hardening. "You will, Miss Y/N," he said with authority, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity.

"Excuse me, but did you seriously think I’d fall for this prank?" I snapped. "You can’t just force me into a marriage. I’m not playing your game."

Jungkook’s voice grew colder. "You will. You don’t have a choice. It’s not optional."

I wasn’t backing down. "I have a choice. And I’m saying no. I’m not some person you can buy off with your money. Even if you offered me a billion dollars, I wouldn’t marry you."

Jungkook’s eyes flashed, and he leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Well, you’ll have to. I’m not backing down, Y/N. You will be my wife. And that’s final."

A surge of anger rushed through me. "It’s not final. I have a say in this, and my answer is a definite no. I’m not some slut you can buy with money. I’m sure there are plenty of women downstairs who would love to play your game, but not me."

Jungkook’s expression twisted with contempt. "Why chase after sluts when I have you here? You’re even worse— a two-timing cheat, a filthy beggar, and a liar. A scheming gold-digger."

My hand moved before I could even think. The slap rang out, the sound of it echoing in the silent room. My blood was boiling, but the satisfaction of shutting him up for a second made it all worth it. How dare he say those things to me?

He wiped his cheek slowly, a sneer curling on his lips. "So, two slaps aren’t enough? How about three?" He was trying to provoke me, and it was working. I could feel the anger flooding through me, but I wouldn’t let him see me break.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Like I said, Jungkook, I don’t care about you or your money. You can keep it all. I’d rather die poor than have anything to do with you."

Jungkook didn’t back down. "How much would it take for you to change your mind? How much are you asking for?"

I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold. "The only thing I want from you is for you to die and rot in hell."

I turned on my heel and stormed out of his office, my heart pounding in my chest. If I hated him before, this was a whole new level. He had crossed a line that I’d never be able to forgive.

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The next morning, I debated whether I should even go to work. The thought of facing Jungkook again made my stomach churn, but I knew he’d get some sick satisfaction from me staying home. So I dragged myself into the office, determined to not let him win.

I arrived early, hoping to avoid him for as long as possible. I grabbed a coffee from a nearby café and placed it on his desk, but when I stepped into his office, I froze. He was already there, going through papers. What was he doing here so early?

"Good morning, sir," I greeted stiffly, placing the coffee on his desk.

Jungkook took a sip of his coffee, glancing up at me. "You’re here before me," he said, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place. I wasn’t about to let him get to me, so I shot back, "That doesn’t mean I’m late."

He didn’t respond, just leaned back in his chair, watching me. "About my proposal yesterday," he began. Oh no, he’s still pushing this?

I braced myself for what I knew was coming. "What’s your response?" he asked, his voice colder than before.

I shook my head, incredulous. "My response hasn’t changed. It’s still a no. I’m not marrying you, Jungkook."

He stared at me, his expression hardening. "It seems like you don’t get it, Miss Y/N," he said, his tone final.

"I get it perfectly," I shot back, my patience running thin. "And my answer is still no. I’m not marrying you."

He stood, his posture stiff. "It’s mandatory, Y/N. If I don’t get the response I want by the end of the day, I’ll announce our engagement myself."

I stared at him, furious. "If you do that, I’ll publicly deny it and expose you for trying to buy me. You’re forcing me into this, and I’m not going to let you get away with it."

He just laughed, a cold, humorless laugh. "We’ll see about that, Miss Y/N."

As I turned to leave, my heart was pounding, but I knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t over. And I wasn’t going to let him win.

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