TEMPTATION OF MY ARROGANT CEO JEON JUNGKOOK X READER

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The day I’d been dreading had arrived: my wedding day. Though it was everything most girls dream of—an elaborate ceremony in a grand church, a flowing gown, hundreds of guests—I couldn’t find any happiness in it. This was a marriage based on a contract, a binding agreement with no trace of love. The past week had been exhausting: cake tastings, dress fittings, every last-minute detail polished to perfection. But none of it felt real, or at least not the way I had imagined my wedding would feel.

The only thing that brought me a glimmer of happiness today was seeing my family walk through the door. My parents had refused to support my marriage to Jungkook, firmly against the idea. But they were here, standing by me despite their reservations, and that small miracle warmed my heart.

“You look beautiful, Y/N!” Tess exclaimed, adjusting the veil in my hair. “Jungkook won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” Katie added, beaming. I forced a smile, thankful for my friends’ support but knowing that Jungkook’s gaze would be critical rather than adoring.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Jungkook. “I can’t wait to see you,” he said, but his tone was void of warmth. I knew his words meant only that he couldn’t wait to get this ordeal over with. I replied with a forced, “Can’t wait to see you too,” knowing he wouldn’t understand the emptiness behind my words.

As the wedding march began, my father took my hand. I glanced at him, trying to hold back tears. “Thank you, Dad,” I whispered.

He leaned closer. “I may not agree with your decision, but I’m here for you,” he said softly. My heart swelled, grateful that my parents were here even if they didn’t support my choice.

When we reached the altar, Jungkook looked at me with his signature smirk. If the guests noticed the tension, they didn’t show it, and soon the priest led us through our vows. It all felt surreal, like I was watching someone else live my life.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest announced. I froze. I hadn’t thought about this part. Jungkook leaned toward me, his face close, but instead of a kiss, he pressed his lips to my cheek—a calculated move, and I felt a flood of relief.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to kiss you any more than you want to kiss me,” he whispered, his tone low and taunting. Tess’s excitement faded as she realized we wouldn’t be sharing a real kiss, but I was too relieved to care.

After the ceremony, we headed to the grand ballroom in Jungkook’s hotel, where the reception was held. Lavish decorations adorned every corner, and my friends and family were eager to congratulate us, unaware of the hollow foundation this marriage was built on.

As I was chatting with guests, a small voice interrupted. “Y/N!” It was Evie, a sweet little girl I adored. She ran up to me, and I scooped her into a hug.

“Evie! Look at you—you’re so grown up! I missed you so much,” I said, squeezing her.

She beamed up at me. “I missed you too! Why did you marry him?” she asked, casting a skeptical glance at Jungkook.

Before I could respond, Jungkook appeared beside me. “It’s time for the first dance,” he said impatiently, barely glancing at Evie.

I tried to brush him off. “I’m busy, Jungkook. Surely, the dance can wait a moment.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “Busy doing what? Holding a child?” he scoffed.

Evie looked at him with a fierce frown. “I don’t like you,” she declared boldly. I bit back a smile. Evie, in all her childlike innocence, was brave enough to say what I felt.

Jungkook merely shrugged. “I don’t need a child’s approval,” he replied, clearly irritated. Ignoring him, I whispered to Evie to go sit with her mother, promising I’d see her soon.

As Jungkook and I took to the dance floor, I caught sight of the guests’ approving smiles. We must have looked like the picture-perfect couple, dancing gracefully under the crystal chandeliers, but only I knew the resentment simmering beneath the polished surface.

Later, as the evening wound down, Jungkook leaned close, his tone icy and demanding. “Tomorrow, we leave for our honeymoon. Tess already packed your bags, so be ready.”

I frowned. “So this is just business then?”

He looked at me with a mocking smirk. “What else would it be, Y/N? Don’t let the ceremony fool you. This is still a contract.” His words were bitter, laced with a familiar coldness.

The next morning, as we boarded Jungkook’s private jet, I tried to hide my excitement. I had never been on a plane before, and despite my nerves, the thrill was undeniable. Jungkook noticed and sneered. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

I mustered a smirk. “Exactly what I planned on doing—not telling you.” He laughed, a sound that once seemed so alluring but now grated on my nerves. He was already reading through business documents, ignoring me entirely.

As we landed, the jet’s attendant gently shook me awake, explaining that we had arrived. I looked around, realizing Jungkook was already gone. Panic surged through me. Was he seriously going to leave me here alone in a foreign country? I bolted off the plane, spotting his car driving away and chased after it, shouting his name.

Finally, I caught up, breathless and furious. “For heaven’s sake, Jeon! Would you stop already?” I pounded on the car window.

He rolled it down, smirking as though he’d just won a game. “Are you done running, Park?” he asked with a fake, amused innocence.

“You... You could’ve waited,” I stammered, gasping for air, feeling utterly humiliated.

As I got into the car, he continued mocking me, chuckling at how “entertaining” I’d been chasing him. I clenched my fists, fuming. “Laugh all you want. One day, I’m going to pay you back for this.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he taunted.

“Oh, I will, Jungkook.” The resentment in my voice was undeniable.

Finally, we arrived in the city, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Paris—the city I’d dreamed of visiting. I tried to contain my excitement, but Jungkook noticed, sighing in irritation.

“We’re in Paris!” I squealed, unable to hold back.

He rolled his eyes. “You look like you just won the lottery,” he muttered. But even his sarcasm couldn’t ruin my excitement.

The hotel he brought us to was exquisite, its view overlooking the Eiffel Tower. For a moment, a wave of nostalgia hit me as I remembered telling Jungkook, back when we were young and in love, that Paris was my dream honeymoon destination. He probably didn’t remember, and even if he did, it wouldn’t matter now. But the memory lingered, softening my mood for a split second.

As we reached our suite—a luxurious penthouse occupying the entire top floor—Jungkook ordered me to get ready for a business lunch.

“Go get ready. We have lunch with the investors,” he said.

I folded my arms defiantly. “You’re the one with a business meeting, not me. I’m going to get some rest.”

Without another word, he stormed off to his own preparations. But then, with a strange gentleness, he stood close, his hands resting on my waist, his face just inches from mine.

“Listen, as long as we’re together here, you need to play the part of a loving wife,” he murmured. There was something dark and possessive in his gaze that sent chills down my spine, though I knew better than to trust it.

I rolled my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. The line between hatred and passion felt thinner than ever in that moment, but I pushed the thought away.

As he left for his meeting, I stood at the window, looking out at the Eiffel Tower, whispering to myself, “What a honeymoon this will be.”

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