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

6

Y/N’s POV

The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, my phone buzzed. It was a call from my mom. My chest tightened—calls from her often meant something serious.

"Hello, Mom? Is everything alright?" I asked, already uneasy.

All I could hear was her quiet sobbing on the other end of the line.

"Mom, what’s wrong?" I pressed, my voice trembling as panic set in.

"It’s… it’s your dad," she said, her voice breaking. My heart plummeted. No, no, no. God, please no.

"What happened? Is he—" I choked on the words, afraid of the answer.

"He had a heart attack last night," she managed between sobs. My knees nearly buckled. "His condition is worse now. The doctors say the surgery can’t wait any longer."

My heart sank further, relief and dread swirling together. At least he was alive—for now.

"But, Mom, we don’t have the money for the surgery yet," I said, the weight of reality crashing down on me.

"I know, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking of taking out a loan or selling the house," she said, her voice weary with desperation.

"A loan?" I echoed, panic rising. How would we repay that? "And selling the house? Where would you live?" Tears spilled down my cheeks as the helplessness clawed at me.

"That doesn’t matter, Y/N," she said firmly. "Your father’s life is what matters."

I swallowed hard, struggling to think of a solution. "Mom, I’ll send you everything I’ve saved. It’s not a lot, but it’s something. Please, don’t take out a loan or sell the house just yet."

"I appreciate it, my love," she replied, her voice trembling with gratitude. "But don’t push yourself too hard. We’ll figure this out."

After we ended the call, I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face. Everything felt so hopeless. My father—my rock—was slipping away, and no matter how much I wanted to save him, I didn’t know how. My parents had always been there for me, even at my lowest, and now I couldn’t even give them the security they needed.

Wiping my tears, I forced myself to get ready for work. But before I could fully gather myself, my phone rang again—this time, an unknown number. I hesitated before answering.

"Hello?" I asked, irritation lacing my tone.

"Miss Y/N," a deep, familiar voice said. I stiffened.

"Mr. Jungkook?" I asked, already exasperated. Of course, it was him.

"Have you checked the news this morning? Or perhaps looked online?" he asked, his voice smooth yet cryptic.

I sighed. "No, I haven’t, and frankly, I’m not in the mood for whatever game you’re playing today, Jungkook. Just leave me alone," I snapped, on the verge of tears again.

"I don’t plan on leaving you alone," he replied, his tone calm yet insistent. "And for your information, I’ve announced our engagement on social media."

My stomach dropped. "You what?" I shouted into the phone.

"You heard me," he said smugly.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that?" My voice cracked with frustration and anger.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, his tone softening slightly. "You sound… upset. Is it the engagement?"

"This so-called engagement doesn’t affect me, Jungkook," I shot back bitterly. "You’ll grow tired of this stunt soon enough. Now, leave me alone."

There was a knock at the door.

"I’m at your doorstep," he announced casually.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath.

"I don’t like being kept waiting, Miss Y/N," he added, his voice carrying an edge of impatience.

I yanked the door open, ready to tell him off, only to find him standing there, looking entirely too composed for my liking.

"You look terrible," he said, stepping past me into my apartment uninvited.

"Thanks for the insult," I snapped, slamming the door shut.

Ignoring my glare, he pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a stunning 24-karat diamond ring, glinting like it belonged in a museum.

"I got you the ring," he said, holding it out as if this were a normal conversation.

"You can take that and hand it to someone else," I replied coldly, folding my arms.

"I’m not leaving until you put it on," he said, his gaze darkening. "I’ll count to two. One…"

I didn’t move, matching his glare with my own.

"Two," he said sharply, grabbing my hand and forcing the ring onto my finger before I could stop him.

"Take this off," I demanded, tugging at the ring. "I am not marrying you, Jungkook!"

"Stop being difficult," he warned icily.

"I’m not being difficult," I snapped. "I just won’t marry someone like you!"

He raised a brow, his tone shifting. "I’ll transfer two million dollars into your account immediately. The remaining balance will come after six months."

I froze. "Two million?" I echoed, my mind racing.

"Do you think I’m joking?" he asked, his irritation clear.

This wasn’t a joke. This was real. With two million dollars, I could pay for my dad’s surgery, settle their mortgage, and ensure they’d never have to worry again. But… could I marry someone I despised?

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "When will I get the money?"

His lips curved into a victorious smirk. "Now you’re making sense."

I glared at him. He probably thought I was cheap or playing hard to get. But I didn’t care what he thought. My father’s life was more important than my pride.

"Fine," I muttered, my voice hollow. "I’ll do it."

The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I’d made my decision. If sacrificing my dreams for a loving marriage meant saving my family, then so be it.

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