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

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"Where have you been since?" he coldly demanded.

"Where did I tell you I was going?" I asked harshly.

"Don't answer a question with a question, Park," he spoke angrily.

I said nothing, dropping the bags on the floor and arranging them in place. I didn’t even know why he was angry; he should be glad I decided to come home early.

"Where were you, Park?" he furiously questioned.

"Goodness, I was at the spa, salon, mall, food court, Jeon. Is that what you want to hear?" I asked, frustrated.

"I don’t like what you did with your hair," he stated, sneaking up behind me to touch it.

"Well, guess what, Jeon. It’s my hair, not yours. I get to do what I want with it, not giving a damn what you think," I angrily replied.

I had gotten some extensions and straightened my hair—my hair. What’s my business if he likes it or not? I’m not living my life to impress him.

"You’re so hot-tempered, kitten," he whispered in my ear.

"Don’t call me kitten," I snapped.

"Look who calls me bipolar," he said, scoffing.

"Well, you have a way of getting under my skin," I replied.

"I could get under your skin, Park," he said, smirking, and I rolled my eyes, calling him a perverted idiot.

"Can’t you even take a joke?"

"From someone, yes. But you, Jeon? Hell to the no, no, no," I said, and he smiled a little.

"You’re so cute when you’re angry, baby," he said, playing with my hair.

"For someone who doesn’t like my hair, you tend to play with it a lot."

He ignored my comment and stepped back from me. "The beauty team will be here soon," he said before leaving.

I sat on the bed and sighed. I knew he had been okay these past few weeks, I knew he was making an effort to get close to me, and it really angered me. In as much as I wanted him, I couldn’t succumb to him. I didn’t want to fall prey twice, and besides, we had less than seven months together.

I followed his advice and slept after arranging all the things I’d bought. I woke up to Jungkook tapping me lightly.

"Oh, what’s it now, Jeon?" I angrily asked. He didn’t even let me rest properly.

"It’s six," he stated. There wasn’t anything happening at six.

"So? The event is at eight. Why do I have to get ready now?"

"You’re a woman; you tell me," he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"You should go shower first. The dress fitting starts immediately," he replied.

I showered and put on a pink bathrobe. When I got out, they were already in the room—Tess, Melissa, Tasha, and some other people I didn’t know.

"So, what dress would you like to wear?" Tess asked, showing me five different long gowns. The first one was black, the second red, then baby pink, the fourth white, and the last silver. Each gown was beautiful with its exquisite design, but the silver one called to me more.

I picked the silver one and tried it on, seeing it fit me perfectly. Tasha started with my hair, cutting it as she worked.

"What the—Tasha, I just did that!" I exclaimed.

"I have a look for you. I’m sure you’ll like it."

It turns out she just made my hair the way it was before. What an incredible look.