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

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“We’ll be going over tomorrow to discuss the wedding plans. I want you to apologize to my mom and make sure we don’t see each other until then,” he said coldly yet calmly.

“Apologize? I didn’t do anything to her before she slapped me. She should apologize, not me,” I stated angrily, but he just walked out.

I hated him and now his mom. They’d ruined my appetite, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat anything today, no matter how hungry I got. I went into my room, replaying everything that had happened. I hadn’t expected today to go well, but I hadn’t expected it to be this bad either.

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“So, what color of gown do you want? Do you have anything in mind?” Tess asked, beaming.

“Nothing specific. I just don’t want a white gown—maybe something modern yet simple.”

“Great! I have a lot of designs you can pick from. Choose the one you love.”

She showed me a book full of sketches of beautiful gowns. I couldn’t decide, but since the wedding was fake, I decided to pick the one I liked most. Next, we picked shoes. I chose matching heels to go with the gown. Afterward, Jungkook and I went for wine and cake tasting with the event planner.

At the bakery, the cakes looked so delicious they made me hungry. Jungkook left me to answer all the questions about the cake, while I let him handle the wine. We checked out decorations for the wedding, the venue, and everything else that needed to be settled. I had wanted a simple wedding, but his grandma had ensured it would be extravagant. I’d wanted fifty to a hundred guests, but now there were nearly a thousand. His large family, invited celebrities, business associates, friends, media coverage—everyone was coming. I hadn’t invited anyone.

I called my mom to invite her, but she hung up on me. I felt sad but reminded myself that I just had to endure this for one year.

Jungkook and I barely spoke. Any information he needed to pass on, he sent via email. We only saw each other when I made dinner, but he still treated me like a maid at every opportunity. I ignored him, which only annoyed him more.

“We’ve chosen the hall, and everything is set for the wedding. I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress!” Tess gushed.

“You two are finally getting married. I can’t wait,” Trisha added.

They were more excited about the wedding than we were.

“We can’t wait either,” Jungkook said with a smile.

“I’ll make sure your wedding is the talk of the country for years—and your dress too!” Tess promised with a grin.

It would definitely be the talk of the country—when everyone found out it was fake, or when the bride didn’t show up. I could already imagine Jungkook’s humiliation, his company’s downfall, and his inability to claim his dad’s inheritance. That thought brought a smirk to my face.

On our way home, I decided to inform him of my plans. He never allowed me to leave the house, but I was determined this time.

“I’ll be going to my parents’ house tomorrow,” I announced. He didn’t even glance at me.

“I’ll leave at seven and won’t return until the next day,” I continued, but he still ignored me.

“Don’t make me fight with the security guards you stationed to stop me from leaving. Just let me see them,” I said, my voice tinged with desperation. Still, he said nothing.

But I was going to see my parents, whether he liked it or not—even if it meant stabbing a guard.

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(Next Day)

“Hurry up, Y/N!” he shouted angrily.

Jungkook had woken me with a loud knock, asking if I was ready. To my surprise, he was already dressed casually. I rushed to the bathroom after he gave me ten minutes to get ready.

“I’m here,” I said, running down the stairs to meet him.

I hadn’t expected him to take me, much less this early. I’d planned to take my time and eat breakfast, but here I was, rushing.

The journey to my parents’ house was four hours. Thankfully, he stopped at a restaurant, and we had breakfast together for the first time. We made small talk, pretending for the watching eyes. Some people even took pictures of us.

The rest of the ride was quiet and boring. I eventually fell asleep but woke up just as we arrived.

When we stepped out of the car, I expected Jungkook to leave, but he got out too. Panic set in. He couldn’t meet my parents. Things would get worse, and pretending would become harder.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked irritably. “Please, go away.”

“I’m staying,” he replied, walking toward the porch.

“I don’t want you here. Go do whatever you need to do.”

“What kind of fiancé would I be if I left you after dropping you off? We have to make an impression.”

“They’ll throw you out. Just leave,” I said, pushing him toward the car. It was futile.

They’d throw me out too. My parents didn’t want me there. I had come to beg for their forgiveness. Bringing Jungkook would only make things worse. But it was too late—he rang the bell.

What would I say? My thoughts spiraled. What if she slammed the door in my face? What if they found out about the contract? My palms grew sweaty, my breathing shallow.

Jungkook noticed my panic and placed a hand on my back.

“It’s okay. Calm down,” he said, patting me gently. “Breathe in and out. Follow me.”

I tried but couldn’t focus.

“Think of something good—nature, happy memories, anything,” he instructed.

My mind drifted to five years ago, back when Jungkook had helped me during another panic attack. I’d been too scared to recite a poem in front of the school. He’d found me, calmed me, and encouraged me. I’d thought of our happy moments then, but now, everything about him only brought pain.

“Are you okay now?” he asked. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he cared, but this was Jeon Jungkook.

I nodded just as my mom opened the door. She immediately prepared to slam it shut.

“Didn’t I tell you never to show your face here—especially with him?” she asked angrily.

“Mom—”

“Y/N’s mom, who is it?” my dad’s voice called.

I rushed inside to find him. He looked fine.

“Dad!” I said, excited to hug him, but he rolled his wheelchair away.

“I think you heard your mother. Leave my house,” he said sternly.

It felt like a blow. I had endured so much for them—for him. The pain, sadness, insults, and hatred—only for this. I wanted to cry.

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