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

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"It is a bit like a drama, isn't it?" My dad said sheepishly, a grin on his face, "But it's all real,"

"Wait, wait, wait," Jungkook spluttered, holding his hand out infront of him, "You're not joking? This is actually happening?!"

"Yep!"

"You're selling my sister?!" He yelled, his cheeks growing red with anger, "You're selling her to some old man because we need the money?!"

"Calm down Jungkook," He said, "I'm not selling her to anyone,"

"Yeah, you kind of are," Jungkook snapped at him, "Did you ask her? Did you ask Bee if this was okay?"

He turned to look at me, and I finally opened my mouth, "No, he didn't," I said quietly, "But-"

"You're fucking selling your daughter, you evil old ma-"

"It's okay," I said, and Jungkooks eyes bulged out of his head as he turned to look at me, "It's alright,"

"Noona, you can't be serious," He said, "You don't even know this guy!"

I smiled weakly, "If it's for my family, I will marry whoever,"

Jungkook let out an angry growl and crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back in his seat, "I don't fucking believe this,"

"Stop swearing, Jungkook," Our dad spoked up, before turning to look at me, "Bee, I'm not just throwing you into this, okay? You're not getting married yet. If you don't like him, I won't force you to do anything, please remember that! It's just like a blind date, that's all-"

"You don't get paid for going on a date unless you're a prostitute or you're being sold," Jungkook muttered venomously, "I won't accept this. Look what you made her wear! This old pervert is not marrying my sister,"

Before we could respond, the limo came to a halt, and the door was pulled open. Jungkook got out first, and I followed, taking his offered hand as he helped me out. Our father came out after me, looking a little nervous for the first time. I patted his arm reassuringly.

"It's alright, Dad," I said, "Let's just see what this is all about, and then we can see where it goes from there,"

Jungkook snorted and offered his arm once again. He knew I was going to struggle in these stupid high heels, so took it upon himself to support me as we headed inside the building infront of us.

The building appeared to be some kind of high class hotel, with lots of guests dressed in designer clothing milling about and going about their business. Even in the clothes I was wearing, I felt inadequate, but Jungkook confidently strode forward towards the desk after my father, pulling me with him.

"Excuse me, I'm here for a meeting with Mr Park," My father said politely to the heavily made up woman at the desk.

"Name?"

"Jeon-"

"Take the elevator to the twenty fifth floor and report to the reception there," She said, not even looking up from her desk.

"Thank you," Despite her cutting him off and not even looking at him, my father was a polite man, and had brought his children up to be the same, so we thanked her and got into the lift.

When we stepped out of the elevator on the twenty fifth floor, we were met by a tall older man in a posh suit, rushing forward and pulling my dad into a big hug.

"It's good to see you again, Jeonhyung," He said, stepping back.

"You too, Hyung," My father beamed at him before turning towards us, "These are my children, Bee and Jungkook,"

"Nice to meet you," The man had a friendly smile and he nodded as he looked at me, "Yes, beautiful," He commented, "I've heard a lot about you, my dear, and I think that you are the perfect match for my son. Please, come through to my office, he is waiting inside,"

Jungkook kept hold of my arm, patting me reassuringly when he felt me tense up. We followed who I assumed was the CEO of the company through the large lobby area, and past a large reception desk, where the receptionist gave me an odd look.

"Why is she glaring at me?" I asked Jungkook quietly as we walked past. He looked in the direction of the woman and snorted at me.

"She's probably a jealous gold digger who doesn't mind marrying old men for money,"

I held back a nervous laugh as the man leading us to the office opened the door.

"Please come in, and meet my son," He said with a smile, "So we can talk business,"

Jungkook narrowed his eyes as the man spoke, but led me inside regardless.

Sitting at what looked like a large conference table, was a very well dressed man in a suit. He had light brown hair, swept off of his face, and warm, friendly eyes. He got to his feet as we entered the room, bowing slightly.

"Mr Jeon, I've heard so much about you," He said, moving to shake my fathers hand as Jungkook and I stood frozen in shock, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you,"

He turned to face me, the smile still on his face, "And you must be his daughter, my potential bride?"

Jungkook spluttered, "We will see about that,"

"Jungkook!" My father gasped, and his friend laughed.

"Nothing wrong with looking out for his baby sister. Come, let's sit,"

"I'm the younger one," He muttered as he helped me to a seat; my feet were hurting already, "And I will protect her from anyone,"