(Jungkook FF) The Mysterious Marriage

Chapter 5 (Part 1)

(Park Y/n's POV)

Y/n: "M-my boss?" I swallowed hard. This couldn't be happening, not now! "He's quite busy and you'll have to just set an appoi-" 

Jungkook: "I think he can spare a few minutes." Jungkook cut me off and walked towards Namjoon's office doors. I stood up and quickly tried to stop him, finally being able to move but more in a panic. Of course, I wasn't fast enough and I ended up following Jungkook inside of Namjoon's office instead of stopping him from entering. Quickly, I had to do something! 

Y/n: "Namj-Er, Mr.Kim, you have a guest." I quickly called out. Namjoon's face looked up and I swear his face instantly went into a scowl. But, how could that be? They couldn't possibly know each other... "Mr.Kim, this is Jungkook-" 

Namjoon: "I know who he is." I froze in place and watched in horror as Namjoon stood up to meet Jungkook. Jungkook stood still and collected and didn't display any emotion other than the small grin that still played on his. Namjoon came around and motioned of him to take a seat, but Jungkook waved it off. 

Jungkook: "It won't be too long." 

Namjoon: "What do I owe this pleasure?" Namjoon asked, more harshly than anything. There was no mistaking it. He hated Jungkook. I gulped. I wanted to leave, pull Junkook out and tell him not to come back to my workplace and to just stick to the plan... Yet a part of me wanted to hurt Namjoon just as much as he hurt me. I fought the guilt and bitterness that festered in my soul. He didn't know, didn't deserve to be treated harshly. It was my fault for thinking he felt the same way and waited on him to make the first move instead of just telling him how I truly felt. 

Y/n: "I'll just wait outside-" I managed to say, but Jungkook turned and looked at me with eyes that I couldn't spot. 

Jungkook: "I'd like you to stay, Y/n." Jungkook's deep and scruffy voice spoke. I took it in his case and nodded slowly in agreement. As I looked over to Namjoon, his eyes showed confusion and...frustration? Did I cause that?  Jungkook turned his attention back to Namjoon and cleared his throat. "I have a question to ask you, Namjoon." Namjoon tried not to glare at Jungkook as he leaned against the front of his desk. 

Namjoon: "Go on, Jungkook." 

Jungkook: "Would you like it if your fiance worked for me as my assistant?" Namjoon's eyebrows rose in shock of is question.

Namjoon: "You disgusting, son of a bi-" Jungkook instantly held his hands up in surrender.

Jungkook: "It was more of a hypothetical question, I should've mentioned. I'm in no way of asking such a thing." 

Namjoon: "Then what the hell are you asking!?" Sighing, Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. 

Jungkook: "You heard that I just recently got married." I froze. Oh god. Here it was. 

Namjoon:" Yes, actually." Namjoon chuckled and stood to his full height. "I feel bad for the woman desperate enough to agree to marry such an asshole." 

Y/n: "NAMJOON!" I gasped, not used to him saying such things! What the hell was getting into him?!" Did he hate Jungkook that much that he would forget that it was unprofessional?! Namjoon's sharp glare came towards me and I hesitated. I'd never seen this side of him before.

Namjoon:" Stay out of this, Y/n." he warned. "You have no idea who this man is." His body was tense and stiff. 

Jungkook: "She's well aware, Namjoon." Jungkook stated, still in a calm manner. "I'll ask only once to not speak to Y/n in that tone." Jungkook's voice radiated with protectiveness. 

Namjoon: "Is there something going on that I don't know about?!" Namjoon lightened his tone and focused on me. "Like why my biggest competitor is calling you, 'Y/n' so freely as if he knows you...personally." My heart pounded and I swear I could hardly hear anything else as he waited for an answer. Could I even speak? Or would my vocal cords fail me at this moment? I darted my gaze to the tall man beside me and focused on his eyes that were staring down at me with confidence. I knew this moment was going to come, I just didn't think it would be so soon. 

Y/n: "Namjoon." I stated and was surprised how well my voice came out normal. Jungkook's hand didn't leave my elbow. He stood tall like a rock that I could lean on. Trust me, I needed it too. This was all so overwhelming. "I...I married Jungkook. I-I'm now Mrs.Jeon." The words came out slow and I stuttered a bit, but it finally left my lips and came out in front of Namjoon. I watched carefully to see his reaction, for any signs that he was sad, disturbed or in pain like I was when he slapped me with his marriage plans. His body grew rigid with anger. His eyes seemed to turn darker with anger, but his body stayed in place and his lips in a tight frown. His eyes darted to Jungkook, then back to me with a glare. 

Namjoon: "You're fired." WHAT?! My jaw opened slightly. I felt lightheaded, yet Jungkook still held strong. 

Y/n: "W-what do you mean?! Why?!" Namjoon looked away and refused to look in my direction. 

Namjoon: "You actually have the nerve to ask me that?!" he chuckled bitterly. I felt the tears sting again. How could this man manage to rip my heart out over and over again? With everything that was going on, he was now taking my job away from me?! My only form of income?! 

Y/n: "Yes I do, damn it!" I snapped and found the strength to walk away from Jungkook and stride over to Namjoon and grabbed his arm to force him to look at me. Instantly, Namjoon pulled away as if my touch had burned him. His dark eyes narrowed at me with hate. 

Namjoon: "You married my biggest competitor without telling me, and think you can still work here?!" he growled. "Like hell, I'll keep you as my assistant. You even had the nerve to get upset and make me feel like shit about Eugene, when all along you were hiding this-" he pointed to Jungkook with disgust. "from me as well!" 

Y/n: "Namjoon..." 

Namjoon: "GET OUT!" he demanded. This wasn't the Namjoon that I knew. This Namjoon was heartless. Without another word, I turned and ran out of the office to my desk and grabbed my purse and everything else I couldn't go without.