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

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"No way," I muttered as Jimin pulled up outside Tiffany & Co in his car, "No, I don't want a Tiffany ring,"

"Tough," Jimin grumbled, "They closed the shop for us. We are going in and you are going to pick a ring,"

"I don't want one," I said stubbornly, "It's too expensive, I wouldn't want to wear it. I don't like flashy stuff,"

"Tough," Jimin repeated, "Then I'll pick it. Fix your expression, people are expecting you to be happy and surprised,"

"But you told me we were coming here, how am I supposed to act surprised?"

Jimin sighed, "Why are you like this?"

"Because you're blackmailing me into marrying you," I smiled at him, and he nodded.

"Yeah, that face will have to do. Let's go,"

Jimin got out of his car and I was suddenly blinded by the amount of flashing lights around us. He moved around and once again helped me out, sliding his arm around my waist as he pulled me through the paparazzi and into the overpriced diamond shop. The staff immediately closed the door behind us, and we were almost dragged to the ring counter, where there were already rings with enormous diamonds and elaborate patterns laid out upon the glass surface.

Before I could even comprehend what was going on, Jimin shook his head and spoke, "No, these are too flashy. Bee won't like them, isn't that right, baby?"

"Uh," I opened my mouth dumbly to speak, as I was still trying to catch up to how fast we had moved from the car into the shop, and Jimin smiled, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"Still haven't figured out why we're here? I guess you will, soon enough,"

With his arm still around me, Jimin leant forward over the counter and pointed at a few rings behind the glass, and the assistants immediately pulled them out, placing them carefully in their little boxes on the surface.

I was shocked when I saw them; all simple white gold with a single small diamond in the middle, or a small cluster of diamonds. They really were pretty rings, and I was surprised that he chose them.

I watched as he carefully examined each ring, before settling on a thin white gold with a cluster of diamonds on the top in the shape of a small flower. He gave them my size and they packaged the ring in a box and a bag, and Jimin pocketed it before they read out the price.

"How much?!" I choked, finally breaking my silence, "Jimin, that's too much,"

"Not for you it isn't," He smiled at me, but his eyes were narrow, as if he were trying to get me to shut up, "Money means nothing if it's for you, Bee,"

I heard some of the female staff, "Aww" at his comment, and a few shot me jealous looks, but Jimin quickly paid and grasped my hand again, before leading me out. He quickly pulled me through the camera men outside and put me in the car, before climbing in himself and pulling away.

"That confused look actually worked this time," He mused, "But try to at least pretend to be happy when I propose,"

"Jimin, I agreed to marry you, but I don't want a publi-" I cut myself off, suddenly realising something, "How did you know my ring size?"

Jimin shrugged, "I measured your finger when you were asleep last night,"

"That's so creepy!" I exclaimed, "Creep! Pervert!"

"Shut up," Jimin rolled his eyes, "You were sprawled out over my sofa and wouldn't wake up, so I just did it myself,"

I sighed as I reached down to rub at my ankles. I still wasn't used to wearing heels; wedges or not, and my ankles and feet were really sore. Not to mention that I still couldn't balance in them.