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

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"Wait, let me get this straight," Yoongi said after I explained my day so far, "You're engaged to a rich CEO and are currently living in his house?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, fuck that happened fast,"

"Yeah," I sighed, "And I can't even leave the house, because you can only get in with a fob and he went back to work,"

"And just left you?"

"Yoongi, you would not believe how much of a slob he is! It took me four hours to clean the entire place! And I have to live here!"

"You want me to come over?" Yoongi asked, and I smiled.

"It's okay, but I will see you still on Monday, right?"

"Of course Babe, I'm looking forward to it. How did the brat take all of this?"

"He wasn't happy," I remembered how angry Jungkook was, "And he threatened him,"

"The fiancee? Good. I want to threaten him, too,"

I laughed as I heard a doorbell, and headed over to a little phone and screen next to the front door. I could see the grocery delivery that I had ordered earlier, "I have to go now. I'll call you soon, okay?"

"Alright Babe, take care. Ring me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will. Love you!"

"Yeah, you too. Bye!"

I hung up and lifted the phone. The delivery man verified who he was, and I pressed the little button that said 'Open'. He came into the building, and I pressed it when he rang again from inside the lift.

Once he had brought the shopping in, I gave him the money and he let himself out.

"Right," I said, rolling up my sleeves, "Time to cook,"

I decided to make something simple, and found various pots and pans in the kitchen cupboards that looked brand new. It was almost eight, and the Lasagna was in the oven, and I was just pulling out my home made garlic bread when I heard the front door open, followed by the sounds of a jacket hitting the sofa.

"I'm back," Jimin muttered, and I placed the garlic bread on the counter, turning around to smile at him.

"Welcome back," I said, "Dinner is almost ready, so by the time you hang your jacket up, I'll have it plated,"

Jimin raised his eyebrow as he surveyed the living area, "You've been busy," He commented, "What did you order for dinner, I'm hungry,"

"I didn't, I cooked,"

"With what ingredients?" Jimin kicked his shoes of carelessly, leaving them in a messy pile by the front door.

I resisted the urge to tell him off, and instead answered his question, "I used the money you left for take out to get some ingredients delivered instead. Your fridge is full up, so I can cook dinner for the next few days, too,"

"Right," Jimin loosened his tie and flopped down on his sofa, grabbing the remote, "I'm exhausted. Good job it's friday,"

I forced a smile, "You should hang your jacket up and put your shoes away,"

Jimin snorted as he switched the television on.

"Mr Park, please put your things away. It took me four hours to clean this house today, and you are not a child,"

Jimin turned to look at me, a frown on his face, "I didn't ask you to clean," He said, "You decided that by yourself,"

I glared at him, before slamming a plate down on the counter and stomping into the bedroom. I grabbed my jacket and pushed my feet into my worn out converse before heading to the door, "I'll come back tomorrow with Jungkook to pick up my stuff. Thank you for having me," Just as I moved to open the front door, I felt a hand on my wrist, pulling me around.

"What are you talking about?!" Jimin almost growled at me, "You can't leave!"

"I'm not staying here with a spoilt manchild who expects me to be his maid," I snapped at him, "If you want us to get married, then you need to grow up. I don't care about your reputation, I am not your personal servant!"

Jimin took a shakey deep breath and let go of my wrist, before moving to the sofa and picking up his jacket, "There," He muttered, quickly heading towards the bedroom. When he came out with his hands empty, he scowled at me, "I put it away! Now take that cheap jacket off and let's eat already!"

I took a breath and counted to ten, before stooping to pick up his shoes and heading to the bedroom to put my own things away. Jimin had thrown his jacket into the wardrobe, instead of hanging it up, but it was a start, at least.

Dinner was uneventful and quiet; although he did mumble that the food tasted good, which made me smile.

Jimin went for a shower while I cleaned away the dishes and by the time I headed into the bedroom, he was climbing into the bed, wearing a black tshirt and a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers.

He looked at me as I stood awkwardly in the doorway, coming to the conclusion that I would rather sleep on the sofa. However, just as I turned to go, he called out to me.

"Jesus Christ, just get into bed already. I'm not going to touch you until I have to, I have standards!"

"You won't touch me because I don't meet your standards?" I huffed, offended. He rolled his eyes and pulled the cover back, inviting me in.

"I would have preferred you not to touch me out of respect," I muttered, padding over and climbing in beside him, keeping as close to the edge as I could.

I was so tired from the enormous amount of events during the day, that I fell into a comfortable sleep on the soft bed almost immediately.

How I was awoken, however, was not so peaceful.

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AN: Sorry it's not a good chapter, it's a bit of a filler 🙇‍♀️