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

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Jimin didn't come home until ten AM the next day. I had fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for him, and when he came home, he brushed straight past me and shut himself away in his office.

I tried offering him lunch and asking to talk to him later in the day, but he spent the whole time in that room, not even opening the door to me.

I found myself on the verge of tears, all day. Even as I cleaned or cooked or spoke to my brother, I could not get the image of Jimin getting mad at me out of my head, but I didn't know why. My thoughts then wandered to the blush on his face after I woke him up after he cuddled me in bed, and then the way he looked at me and told me he wanted to marry me after he kissed me when he was drunk.

My heart fluttered as I remembered how soft his lips were against mine. I know he had kissed me previously, but it didn't quite feel the same. This one felt real; as if he really meant it.

Looking around the apartment, I realised that Jimin really had changed a lot to accomodate me here in his home; he was cleaning up after himself, and he was also leaving me money to do what I wanted with.

He had brought me a car, and had only pretended to kiss me after he found out that he had taken my first kiss.

He remembered that I couldn't eat pineapple.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," I muttered as I headed into the bedroom, opening the top drawer of my bedside cabinet and seeing the small pile of notes that he had left me neatly stacked, "I'm falling for him,"

I jumped when I heard the doorbell, and quickly closed the drawer. A quick peek at the intercom at the front door showed that it was my future father in law, and I quickly let him in.

"Bee, dear, how are you?" He smiled as he greeted me, pulling me into a hug.

"Mr Park, good to see you," I returned his greeting and stepped aside, inviting him in, "I'll go and get Jimin,"

"No no, I'm here to see you," He said, going to the living area and taking a seat, "No need to disturb him, I'm sure he's working, as usual. Just as long as he doesn't abandon you too much,"

I forced a smile and followed him in, asking if he wanted a drink. He declined, patting the seat next to him.

"Actually, I have these for you," He set a plastic bag on the table infront of us and opened it up, revealing a stack of wedding magazines and a cardboard box, "I'm so excited, and I'm overjoyed at you two getting on so well. Seriously, I could not be happier for you both. If only your mothers were here to see this," He trailed off, looking a little sad, before perking up again.

He smiled at me gently, taking my hands in his own, "I have a few things that belonged to Jimins mother, that I want you to have," He reached out and lifted the cardboard box, "Of couse, I know you will probably want to wear some of your own mothers things, but this," He opened the box and pulled out a beautiful white tiara, with little diamonds spread out along the edges, "This is what she wore on the day we got married, and this," He pulled out a plain, silver ring, "This is her wedding ring,"

I felt my eyes fill with tears at the kind offer, "Mr Park, I couldn't possibly-"

"Of course you can. I'm going to give Jimin my ring, too. And please, call me father, or dad. You're going to be my daughter," He beamed at me and I felt myself nodding.

My new father in law stayed for a little while, pointing out different venues in the magazines, and giving his idea of what would make a good wedding. He assured me, however, that it was up to me and Jimin.

As he was leaving, he gave me another hug, "Bee, I want you to know that you don't have to worry about money or anything for this wedding. Jimin and I will pay for everything,"

"Thank you Mr- I mean, father,"

His smile turned into possibly one of the biggest grins I had ever seen, "You're a good girl, Bee. Jimin has seemed a lot happier at work, lately, and has also been a lot more productive and approachable. You really do make him happy,"

I gave a weak smile and wave at Jimins father as he left our apartment, before closing the door with a sigh.

"I guess we need to fix this, before it breaks any further," I said, rolling up my sleeves and heading to Jimin's office to bang on the door.

Jimin didn't answer when I knocked, so I tentatively opened the door.

"Jimin?"

I could see the top of Jimins head and realised that he was asleep, leant over his desk, with his cheek resting on his arms.

"Jimi-"

I frowned when I saw a pile of paperwork on the corner of the huge desk, and reached out to lift it up. The very top sheet of paper was the CV I had sent into his company, requesting an interview for the job I was applying for. My picture was still paperclipped to the top right hand corner, and there was a post-it note on the front in Jimins handwriting.

"Cancel the interview when she comes in, not before, to make sure,"

"What?" I mumbled, confused. I was sure that it was Jimins father who had seen my CV and cancelled my interview, but the writing looked so much like Jimin's.

I was even more confused when I saw some photographs in frames, lined up neatly on the windowsil behind him.

There were a few that he had obviously taken from magazines or newspapers, and they were all of Jimin and I at press conferences or out in public. There was even a picture of him proposing to me.

Next to those, were two pictures that I never though I would see again; especially in the office of my fake fiancee.

One was a picture of Yoongi and I as children, both with huge grins as we held up ice cream cones with ice cream around out mouths. But there was a second boy standing off to the side, a few steps away from Yoongi. He also had an ice cream cone, but he wasn't smiling, and he hadn't eaten his ice cream.

The other was from a school play I was forced to participate in when I was about thirteen. I was wearing a ridiculous long dress, and was acting out happiness and surprise as my co-actor knelt infront of me, holding abox with a ring in it.

"Park Jimin," I breathed out, my eyes widening as I realised who was in those pictures; who I had been living with. Who I had been sharing a bed with.

I looked down at Jimin as he stirred, my emotions a wreck, "Park Jimin,"

Jimin rubbed his eyes and sat up, stifling a yawn. He gasped in surprise as he saw me standing infront of him, holding my CV tightly in my hand.

"What are you doing in here?!" He yelled angrily, jumping up, "I told you never to come in here!"

I reached out, numbly dropping the CV onto the desk, "You're Park Jimin,"

He looked confused for a moment, before realisation hit him, and his eyes grew wider, "Get out," He said quietly, pushing his chair out from behind him and coming around the table.

"Get out!"

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