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

16

I walked away, though I had no idea where I was headed and could easily get lost. I thought I had seen them pass this way earlier.

“Grandma sent me to find out why you’re not here yet,” Tess said, meeting me in the middle of the garden.

“Good, I don’t even know my way around this place.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually. So, were you and Jungkook making out?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Making out? Her imagination was terrifying and far from possible. I would never allow that. Not wanting to deny or confirm her wild guess, I just laughed.

We walked until we reached the dining room, where a variety of foods were laid out on the table. As luck would have it, I was seated next to Jungkook’s mom and directly across from Jungkook.

“Go on and eat, Y/N. Who knows when you’ll get to eat like this again,” his mom said, a faint smirk on her face. I noticed the slight curve of Jungkook’s lips as she spoke. She had just insulted me indirectly.

“I’m not very hungry. I usually skip breakfast,” I said, standing up.

“Please don’t take offense. I’m sure she just doesn’t want you to gain weight and ruin the dress,” Jungkook murmured. To someone else, it might have sounded like he cared, but I knew better.

Now I was offended. I had issues when people commented on my size. I wasn’t fat—I liked to think I was curvy. I had been overweight before, and the bullying and insults I faced left scars I still carried. That’s why I worked so hard to maintain this shape.

“Y/N, what they mean is they want the gown to fit you perfectly,” his grandma said, clearly unaware of the undertones in their remarks.

“I’m sure it will,” Jess added.

“Of course it will. My fiancée looks good in everything,” Jungkook said, joining in.

“Please excuse me,” I said, leaving the table.

I wandered aimlessly until I found myself back in the garden. Sitting on the grass, I sighed. I wasn’t sure I could do this. Hearing footsteps behind me, I knew it was Jungkook. Either someone sent him, or he was here to torment me.

“Crying, baby doll?” he mocked, laughing. I turned to face him, showing my tearless face.

“Of course not, Jeon. It’ll take more than you and your family to make me cry. Besides, isn’t ‘baby doll’ outdated?”

He didn’t respond to my rhetorical question, just laughed again. “I should buy buckets for your tears—you’ll need them soon enough.”

“Oh, I’m sure I won’t. I’m done, Jeon. I’m done with this deal. Go find someone else who’s interested,” I declared, and he laughed.

“You know you can’t cancel it until a year has passed,” he said calmly, a smirk on his face.

“Well, I’m on a rule-breaking spree today, and I’m breaking this deal. It’s off, Jeon.”

“You’re hilarious, Park. Only I can terminate the contract, and it’s still on.”

“Not if I post about this being fake,” I threatened, smirking.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he said confidently, as though he knew me too well and had a plan in place.

“Don’t test me, Jeon. We both know what I’m capable of,” I said, meaning every word.

“Yeah, we both know you’re capable of absolutely nothing,” he retorted, his gaze filled with hatred.

Angrily, I pulled out my phone, went to Instagram, and added a picture of us with the caption: “It’s all fake. Jungkook and I don’t love each other. There’s no wedding.” I read it out loud, and all he did was laugh.

“I dare you to post that, Miss Park,” he said coldly, his smirk unwavering.

I didn’t take dares lightly, especially when I was angry. His confidence that I wouldn’t do it only pushed me further.

Just as I was about to hit post, my phone was snatched away. It was his mom, and she slapped me hard. The pain made me want to cry, and Jungkook laughed at me.

“And what do you think you’re doing? Ruining my son’s life further?” she demanded.

Ruin his life? How could I have possibly ruined it?

“I haven’t done anything to ruin your precious son’s messed-up life. And, Mrs. Jeon—oh, wait, he never married you—don’t meddle in other people’s business,” I said sharply.

“You—” she shouted, raising her hand to slap me again, but I caught it mid-air. Her anger was obvious, but there was also hurt in her eyes. Jungkook looked hurt too, but I didn’t care.

“You brat,” she spat, glaring at me.

“That’s enough. If you weren’t a girl, I’d beat the hell out of you. How dare you talk to my mom that way?” Jungkook asked angrily, his eyes burning with fury.

“How dare she slap me? She started it,” I shot back, equally angry.

“Get out,” he said through gritted teeth, his rage evident. I knew how much he adored his mother and how protective he was of her.

“I’m not going to let you ruin my son’s life again,” his mom said.

Someone needed to silence her nonsense.

“I didn’t ruin his life—he ruined mine and continues to do so,” I replied.

“Leave!” Jungkook shouted, his anger echoing. We glared at each other before I walked away.

We weren’t even married yet, and already the drama was overwhelming. How much more pathetic could my life get?

Not long after, Jungkook and his mother reappeared. His anger was still palpable, but I could see he was also hurt. Oddly, that gave me a little satisfaction—now he had a glimpse of how I felt all the time.

“We’re leaving now. Something important came up,” Jungkook said, his voice still laced with anger.

“Come on, stay, dear. You haven’t eaten. You must be hungry and tired. Y/N, dear, talk him out of it,” his grandma said.

Jungkook glanced at me briefly before apologizing to his grandma and leaving. We said our goodbyes and drove off.

The entire ride home, I waited for Jungkook to explode, but he said nothing. Even when we got home, he stayed silent. It was unsettling. Was he finally realizing his mom was wrong?

I almost wanted him to yell at me, to kick me out, to end the contract. But he didn’t.

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