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

8

Y/N’S POV

As Jungkook opened the door for me, I forced a smile, noticing flashes from cameras going off. The media was already there, taking pictures and asking questions. Their presence was still a mystery to me, but they wasted no time bombarding us with questions like, "When is the wedding?" "How long have you been engaged?" and "When did you start dating?"

Jungkook kept his arm securely around my waist as he addressed them briefly. "I won’t be answering any questions. I just want to spend time with my fiancée," he said, his tone dismissive. The bodyguards stepped in to block the reporters, but the questions continued as we made our way inside.

Finally, we were ushered into a private area of the restaurant. Everything about it screamed wealth. From the grand chandelier overhead to the luxurious table settings, it was a stark reminder of how out of place I felt. Even the tablecloths looked like they cost more than my monthly salary.

Our table was elegantly set with a red cloth, white and red candles, and a golden chandelier hanging above. The ambiance was romantic, but it felt completely wasted given the lack of any real connection between us.

The waitress approached, handing us menus, but I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes lingered on Jungkook. I didn’t blame her; his looks were undeniably striking. I glanced at the menu and tried not to show my discomfort. Everything was outrageously expensive. The prices were absurd, but I decided not to care—it wasn’t my money, after all.

I ordered a variety of dishes, indulging in the thought of treating myself for once. When the food arrived, it looked incredible, and I could already feel my mouth watering.

As we began to eat, Jungkook spoke. "We need to go over the rules," he started, his tone cold and matter-of-fact.

“Rules?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Before that, I have a question,” I said, setting my fork down. “Why are we getting married, and why me?”

His smirk was infuriating. “Don’t flatter yourself, Miss Y/N. I’m marrying you because it’s the only way to get the money I need. And I chose you because, out of all the women I’ve encountered, yours was the only name I could remember. You happen to work for me, and I know I can’t fall in love with you. You’re not my type.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the audacity of his response. “Good to know we’re on the same page, Jungkook. You’re not my type either, and trust me, I could never fall for you.”

His arrogance was insufferable. I hated the way he treated women, and I especially hated the way he had treated me.

“So, what are these rules?” I asked, curious but already expecting something ridiculous.

He handed me a piece of paper with a list of rules. I scanned through them quickly, and my blood began to boil.

1. We must act in love in front of everyone.

2. Neither of us is allowed to see anyone else.

3. We cannot tell anyone our engagement is fake.

4. If the truth comes out due to your actions, all the money will be taken back.

5. You cannot go anywhere without me.

6. You must be a dutiful wife.

7. Your friends are not allowed in the house.

8. You are not permitted in my room.

9. You must always wear the engagement ring.

10. This is strictly a contract, and nothing romantic is allowed to happen between us.

“Breaking any of these rules will have consequences,” he added coldly.

I stared at him, anger bubbling beneath the surface. The rules were absurd, and I couldn’t believe he expected me to follow them. The first three made sense given the situation, but the rest? Ridiculous.

“Let me get this straight,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “I can’t go anywhere without you? I’m supposed to be your fake wife, not your prisoner.”

“You are not to disrespect me or question me,” he said sharply, his tone brooking no argument.

I laughed bitterly. “I won’t disrespect you unless you give me a reason to. And I demand respect as well, Jungkook.”

He chuckled humorlessly. “Miss Y/N, the rules are not up for negotiation. I suggest you follow them.”

His dismissive tone only fueled my anger. He clearly thought respect wasn’t something I deserved. My hatred for him deepened with every word he spoke.

“Fine,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s get this over with. What’s next on your agenda?”

“We’ll need to rehearse our story,” he said. “We have an interview on Saturday, and I expect no mistakes. You’ll act like you’re in love with me, and there will be no slip-ups on your part.”

“Why didn’t you just hire an actress or marry someone who could actually help your company?” I snapped. “Why me?”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression dark. “You don’t get to question my decisions. Be grateful I chose you. And let me make one thing clear—I didn’t choose you out of kindness. I chose you because I hate you.”

His words stung, but I refused to let him see that. “The feeling is mutual, Jungkook,” I said with a smile. “I hate you too.”

“I don’t care,” he replied coldly.

“And I don’t care that you don’t care,” I shot back, smirking.

His jaw tightened, and I could tell I’d gotten under his skin. He didn’t say anything, just glared at me. I met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down.

Eventually, he looked away, and I allowed myself a small, victorious smile.

This was going to be a battle, and I wasn’t planning on losing.

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