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

t h i r t e e n

I sat on the huge sofa, nervously tapping my foot until the front door swung open. Jimin strode in, his face angry as he kicked his shoes off before heading towards me.

"How can you be so stupid?!" He cried as I jumped to my feet, equally angry.

"Stop calling me stupid!" I yelled back.

"I'll stop when you stop being stupid!" He snapped back, childishly, "Do you know what you've done?! You're lucky I'm not stupid like you, and was able to come up with an excuse!"

"What are you even talking about?!" I cried, "An excuse for what?"

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, as if he was trying to calm himself down and de stress, "Bee," He said with forced calm, "I didn't give you all that many rules; just a couple of important ones, which were all linked to the main rule of keeping up appearences. I asked you not to leave the appartment without telling me you were going out. I don't mind what you do or where you go, as long as you don't cause problems, and tell me you are going out,"

"Ah," I said, suddenly figuring out what had happened, "I forgot to tell you and you've seen a picture of me with Yoongi,"

Jimin clapped his hands slowly, "Finally the stupid girl gets it," He said sarcastically, making me frown. However, before I could speak, he continued, "Do you know what you've done, Bee? I don't know this guy, I didn't know you were out, and he looks pretty into you in these pictures,"

He pulled a peice of paper from his inside pocket and unfolded it, dropping it on the table. It was a printed article from the internet, and I lifted up, my eyes widening as I saw the pictures.

"They were following me from the beginning?!" I gasped, seeing the picture of Yoongi with his arm around me, before scanning down to see another picture of him "lovingly gazing" at me while we were in the cafe.

"Why would you do this?" Jimin demanded angrily, "I told the paparazzi that he was a cousin that you hadn't seen in a while, but this," He snatched the page and pointed at the pictures, "This is not on!"

"He's my best friend, Jimin," I said, "And I can hang out with him if I want! You aren't my father or my boss!"

"That's not the point!" Jimin cried, "It's in the news that you're having an affair the day after I proposed!"

"I'm not having an affair! Besides, we aren't even together as a real couple!"

Jimin pressed his lips together in one thin line and nodded, "I see. I guess I'll just deal with this scandal on my own, then. I have work to do," Jimin turned and moved to the door, stooping to pick up his discarded shoes and put them on the little rack, "I'll be in my office. You should stop walking about, your ankle is swelling again,"

I looked down at my feet, surprised to see that he was right, but when I looked up, he had already vanished down the hallway and into his office. I sat back down on the sofa, unsure of the emotions rushing around my body. I was confused and angry, but for some reason, I felt a little sad.

By the time the swelling had gone down, it was already seven o'clock and my stomach had started to grumble. I got to my feet and headed into the kitchen to look for a snack, when I saw the note that Jimin had left in the morning.

"Cook something nice or else"

I remembered the first night that I had stayed, when Jimin had left money for me to order out, and I cooked instead. He genuinely looked like he enjoyed my cooking. It made me feel worse, as he was clearly looking forward to dinner, despite leaving such a rude note about it.

He had obviously worked very hard to build up his company and reputation, and although he only wanted a wife to make himself look good, he hadn't really treated me badly; he had brought me a lot of new things, given me a lot more freedom and trust than a lot of people in his position would have, and even though I was caught on camera with another man, he didn't accuse me of sleeping around, or even ask who he was. In fact, he just told me what the paparazzi had written.

As I began to cook a meal, my phone rang in my pocket, and I pulled it out, smiling weakly when I saw Yoongi's name.

Reaching into my other pocket, I attached the headphones; I realised that one of the perks of having a newer model, was the hands free.

"Hey Yoongi," I greeted as I continued to chop ingredients.

"How are you?" Yoongi asked, "We are all over the internet. I'm sorry, Bee, I never thought that something like this would happen just from lunch,"

I sighed as I emptied the chopping board full of vegetables into the wok, "It's alright, Jimin is going to sort it out,"

"You told him we were friends?"

"I told him,"

"He believed you?"

"I think so," I stirred the vegetables around so that they wouldn't burn, and the familiar scent of my mothers recipie floated into my nostrils, making me smile.

"Of course he did... Bee, about Jimin," Yoongi started, "You becoming his wife is not a coincidence. Things like that don't just happen,"

"His dad picked me, what are you talki- Ah!" I cried out in pain as I burned my finger on the edge of the wok.

"Bee?"

"I burnt myself," I whimpered, "I'll call you back later,Yoongi, I have to deal with this. Love you,"

"Wait, Bee-" I hung up before he could finish his sentence, rushing to the sink to hold my red finger under the cold tap. When the burning sensation subsided, I patted my finger dry with a tea towel, and went back to the stove. After adding a few more pinches of seasoning, I pulled out a bowl and poured a large portion into the centre. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, I headed down the hallway and knocked on Jimins door.

I heard the sound of feet and the door opened partially, to reveal Jimin, looking disheveled and a little miserable. He looked at the bowl in my hands and then back up at my face, "Is that for me?"

I nodded and held the bowl out, "I'm sorry," I said, quietly, "I was stupid, and I caused trouble,"

Jimin raised an eyebrow and opened the door a little wider, stepping out into the hallway before I could get a glimpse of inside his office.

"Let's eat at the table," He said, taking the bowl from me and heading back towards the living area. I followed him in, and was almost certain I heard him mumble something else as he headed to the table with his food.

"Why are you still doing this to me, Jeon Bee?"