Mr Park, CEO || Book 1 of CEO || PJM || ✔

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AN: Please no negative comments about the OC's name. Thank you

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My mouth dropped open in shock as the person interviewing me for the job of a lifetime finished speaking.

"Excuse me?" I asked, hoping that for some reason I had misheard what he said.

"Your interview has been cancelled," He sighed, gathering his paperwork, "The companys head of the board of directors has informed me that you are not right for the job,"

"But you didn't even interview me, how do you know that?" I spluttered, trying to hold back my tears. I wanted to cry so badly, but didn't want to let the tears out now; I needed to stay professional.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jeon, really, but I've been told not to hire you. Sorry to waste your time, " He stood up and opened the door, pointedly holding it open as an extremely obvious hint for me to leave.

Chewing on my lip to keep my tears in, and lowering my head from the embarassment, I headed out of the door, keeping my eyes on the floor.

When I finally got outside, I was really struggling to control myself. I needed this job; my father, brother and I were so close to being thrown out of our shabby little apartment that we had even resorted to selling everything.

My father was working almost twenty four hours a day every day as a nurse at the local hospital, and my brother was working part time in a gaming shop alongside his studies. This job was our only hope. There were no other jobs that paid enough for us to be able to survive any longer.

I jumped when my phone beeped in my pocket, and pulled it out. It was one of those old flip phones, as I couldn't afford to buy a new one. My brother and dad had both offered to put together money to help me get a new one, but I turned them down. A phone wasn't top of the list of priorities for me. My best friend had also offered once, but dropped it, as he knew it embarrassed me; I wouldn't accept something like that from other people.

"Hello?" I sniffed, keeping the tears in by pure will power.

"Wassup babe, how'd it go?"

"Oh, Yoongi," I said, a small smile coming to my lips. He always knew the exact moment to call me, "It went fine,"

"Don't lie to me, Bee,"

I sighed, "You can always tell, huh? It didn't go well. They're not going to hire me,"

I heard my best friend sigh on the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, Bee. What now?"

"I don't know," I said, truthfully, "What- What do I do? The other places just don't offer enough money. I know I shouldn't be picky, but we need the money!"

"You can part time here with me for a bit, if you need to, you know that,"

I smiled, despite everything, "Thanks, but I know you can't afford to hire anyone, else,"

"You can always appear on my next track," He laughed, "I can make it a horror special,"

"Funny," I said sarcastically. He was always teasing me about how I couldn't sing very well. I pulled my phone from my ear when I heard another beep, telling me I had a call waiting, "I have to go, my Dad is calling,"

"I'll see you soon, babe. Keep your chin up,"

I bid him goodbye and accepted my fathers call.

"Hey, Dad," I said miserably, "I-"

"Bee, come home right now!"

I frowned as he spoked, sounding almost excited, "Dad, why aren't you at work?"

"Nevermind that, just come home!" He hung up on me and I looked at the little screen of my phone, completely confused. With yet another sigh, I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and started walking the twenty minute journey home.

When I got home, my Dad pulled me into his arms spinning me around in the air while my brother stood behind him, looking just as confused as I felt.

"Noona, did you get the job?" He asked happily, pulling me from my dads arms and holding onto me as my dizziness evaporated.

"No," Dad grinned, clapping his hands together, "She didn't!"

"Why are you so happy?" I asked, "That job was the only thing preventing us from being evicted!"

"I got a call!" He said happily, reaching behing him and throwing a bag at both myself and my brother, "Put these on, we have to leave in ten minutes!"

He grabbed another bag and took himself into his bedroom with it, closing the door behind him.

"Jungkook, what the hell is going on?" I asked, peering inside my own bag to see what was in it.

"No idea, Noona," He said, "But it looks like something good. Let's just go along with him, I've not seen him this happy in a long time,"

I hummed and went into my bedroom, pulling out the contents of the bag and emptying it on my bed. It was a dress; jet black and fitted. It also looked low cut and extremely short. There was also a pair of black stilettos in the bag, and a long silver necklace with a heart shaped pendant hanging from it.

"What kind of clothes are these?" I muttered. They looked expensive, and I knew there was no way my father could afford them.

With a sigh I put the dress on, sighing when I saw how short and low cut it was. I picked up my black suit jacket and threw it on over the top before putting the shoes and necklace on.

I tottered out into the hallway, not used to wearing such high heels, and saw my brother, scowling as he tried to do up his tie.

"What even is all this?" He demanded of my father, who was also in a suit.

"You'll find out soon enough," He looked us over, "Wow, stylists really are something. They even got the right sizes!"

"What are you on about?" Jungkook sighed, "What stylists?"

My dad ignored him, peering out of the window, "Our ride is here, let's go,"

"Ride?" Jungkook and I looked at eachother, perplexed, but our father ushered us out of our home and quickly outside.

Jungkook pinched me when we saw what was waiting for us outside.

"Ow!" I cried, punching his arm, "What was that for?"

"To see if I was dreaming," He replied, still looking at the sleek black limo, with the driver waiting with the door open.

"You're supposed to pinch yourself, brat," I muttered, rubbing my arm and following my dad into the vehicle, "Dad, care to explain?"

"I got a phonecall from an old school friend of mine," He said happily, "He heard about our financial problem, and funnily enough, had seen your picture on your application form for his company. He wanted to help us out, but of course I said no,"

Jungkooks eyes widened as our father carried on speaking, "Dad, I think I know what is going on-"

"He has a son in need of a wife!" My father exclaimed, "And he thinks you are perfect for that position!"

"Fuck," Jungkook muttered, "This is like a fucking drama,"

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AN: Okay, I'm adding this after I've finished the fourth season of this book... Because I've kind of had enough.

Let's get this straight:

Yes, her name is Bee. Get over it.

This is not a "Y/N" either, Bee is a character, not the reader.

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