The Game Played Right [1]
Pairing : Kim Junmyeon / Reader
Genre : Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! AU
Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6.
A/N: surprise surprise ya girl wasn’t able to stay away for too long. Pls my brain couldn’t have it I can’t be without doing something I was losing my mind. So new series…yeee🙌🙌 new chapters will be uploaded every Tuesdays unless stated otherwise the week prior, hours may vary. I hope you all enjoy, especially the anon who sent in the request!😘
I sat back as I watched him throw the papers to the floor angrily. I wore a bored expression as I watched him throw his little tantrum. I knew he was under a lot of pressure but seeing him act this way was both annoying and embarrassing. My father was always an ill tempered man, its the number one reason why I left the family home as early as I did. He wasn’t very pleased with my decision but once he saw what I had to offer after I graduated college his attitude changed entirely. I worked my way up and became the CEO of the company he owned, a company that dealt with all sorts of technology. Though he didn’t want to give his seat up he eventually allowed me to take the reigns, only just now showing his anger with me. You see I’ve been single since I came to the company, I had no time or desire to dive into a relationship. A relationship would take up too much of my time, it was too much of a distraction. But apparently that didn’t look good at gatherings and so people began to talk.
“Do you have any idea what people are saying?” My father asked angrily.
“I could care less what they’re saying.”
“Well you should care. Our stocks are decreasing little by little, it’s not enough for it to be a problem but in a few years? This company will cease to exist.” He said in a low voice, “Our investors are pulling their money want to know why? It’s all because of you.”
He paused as he stared me down before sighing heavily. He took a seat, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it before taking a drag. I narrowed my eyes at seeing him do so, hating the smell of it.
“They think your incompetent, and I’m not talking about your work ethic. They haven’t seen you with a woman since you started working here and they-”
“Why the fuck is my private life any of their business?” I asked in frustration, cutting him off.
“Watch that fucking mouth with me, boy.” My father said, his voice dropping several octaves as there was an underlying threat in his words.
I scoffed, combing my fingers through my hair, “What is it you want me to do then?”
I knew he only came all the way here to give me an order. He’s never shown up to my office, not once since I’ve been CEO has he set foot in here. I narrowed my eyes at the look on his face as he took a particularly long drag of his cigarette.
“Find somebody, anybody. I don’t care who but do it quick…or else I’ll do it for you.” He said before leaning forward and putting his cigarette out on my desk.
I set my jaw and clenched my hands into fists in irritation, watching as he got up from his seat. He didn’t say another word as he walked out of my office, not even bothering to close my door. I cursed under my breath as I reached over for the phone on my desk, pressing the number that connected me with my assistant.
“Heejoon… get in here, now.” I said through gritted teeth, not even bothering to wait for his response as I hung up.
The old man was trying to control my life again but I’ll be damned if I let him.
I stirred in my sleep, feeling something fuzzy going across my face. I raised a hand sleepily, swatting whatever it was away. That did nothing as I felt it again. I groaned softly before opening my eyes, blinking a few times before seeing big greenish yellow eyes staring right back at me. He opened his little mouth and meowed softly, nuzzling his head against my cheek as he tried to get my attention. He had successfully had it the moment I felt his fur against my face in my sleep but I wanted to mess with him a little. Cats, him especially, are only cuddly with you when they want to be or they want something from you. And judging by how the sun was barely peeking through the horizon, my blinds barely hiding the ray of light he wanted me to feed him. I smiled softly, reaching up and petting the top of his head.
“I know I know, Angelo, I’m up.” I said, my voice still hoarse from just waking up.
I yawned before stretching my limbs, sitting up. I sat in bed for a few seconds, staring blankly at my bedroom door and sighed heavily before getting up. This was my daily routine. Get up at five a.m, feed Angelo, get ready for work, eat breakfast, go to work, work an eight hour shift and come back home and repeat the process all over again. It’s not that I hated how my life was at the moment but I couldn’t help but feel bored with it. Some would argue that I had what most people wanted; a nice home, a job that pays well, a loving pet at home, good friends, etc. But it was all getting old real fast. I was doing the same thing over and over again, never getting to do something I wanted to do because this set schedule was already ingrained into my brain.
I sighed heavily as I closed my front door, walking straight over to my car before getting in and driving off to work. I was about halfway there when I suddenly decided to go to a cafe about ten minutes from my job. I thought I could use a nice latte before I started my day. I walked into the cafe, stumbling upon a scene that made my jaw drop. A man in a suit was standing in front of the cashier, talking to the poor girl in a low but firm voice, as if he was reprimanding her. He pushed his coffee cup towards her, demanding for her to make him the coffee again. She apologized profusely, immediately taking the cup back but she was shaking so bad she spilt it behind the counter, the hot liquid covering her hand. I wanted to go over to help her out but her supervisor was quick to do so as he ushered her away, again apologizing to the man. The man said something I didn’t quite catch but he was quick to turn on his heel and start to exit the cafe. I caught a glimpse of his face on his way out, irritated with the fact that he was so handsome. I didn’t have time to say something about his behavior as he walked out, my attention being brought to a man rushing out of the restroom. My eyes shined with recognition as I watched him hurriedly run to the door, barely getting out a hello to me.
“Lee Heejoon!” I yelled after him, surprised to see him opening the car door to the rude man that just left the cafe.
I watched with my mouth agape as they drove off, dumbfounded by what I had just seen. Well…this was an eventful start to my day.
“He’s gonna fire me if I don’t find someone…” Heejoon sighed out, taking a sip from his drink.
I furrowed my eyebrows, still not being able to wrap my head around the whole purpose behind all this. His boss, rude cafe guy, wants him to find him someone to pretend to be his girlfriend to keep up appearances at gatherings. What I didn’t get is why not just hire some escort or something. I mean from what he’s told me his boss said anyone would do.
“Just hire some escort…” I said, having no interest in this topic whatsoever.
“No.” He said firmly, shooting me down immediately.
I shrugged as I took a sip from my own cup, choking on the liquid at his next sentence.
“W-What?!” I asked incredulously, my eyes wide, “No…Joon what the fuck?! I’m not doing it.”
“Please?” He practically begged, “He’s paying twenty grand each day he calls you in.”
I choked on air this time, taken aback by the amount. Hearing how much he’d pay I was starting to rethink saying no. I made a decent amount of money from my job, it was enough to pay for my necessities and splurge on myself every once in awhile. I was smackdab in the middle of middle class, maybe even slightly higher. It’s not like I really needed the money but…it’d be nice to have it, y'know, in case of an emergency.
I shook my head at those thoughts, “No.”
“Y/N please.” He pleaded with me, “I don’t want to lose my job.”
I frowned at how desperate he sounded. It seems like a serious issue but was I really willing to get paid to pretend to be someone’s girlfriend?
I straightened out my pencil skirt as I stood up, fidgeting with a button on my blouse. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I sighed out heavily, glaring at Heejoon as he opened the door to his office. He didn’t even bother to look up from his computer, signalling for me to take a seat in front of his desk. I looked to Heejoon but he just shrugged his shoulders before leaving the two of us alone. I took hesitant steps towards him, awkwardly sitting across from him as I waited for him to finish whatever he was doing on his computer. While he was busy in his work I took the time to get a better look at him. Yeah I saw how handsome he was at the cafe but seeing him now was a whole different story.
His hair was perfectly combed up and out of his face, all but one strand of hair that had seemed to go out of place during the work day but even that hair laid perfectly against his forehead. The top button of his shirt was undone as his tie hung loosely further down, lowered past his collar bones. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms as he worked. The longer he typed the more prominent the vein on his forearm got. I could feel myself staring for too long as I swallowed harshly, distracting myself as I looked around the room.
The sound of his voice startled me, my mouth running dry as I didn’t quite catch what he said. He noticed this immediately, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He stayed silent for a few seconds before asking the same question.
“I’m an architect.” I answered, watching as his eyes widened at my answer.
“Why do you want this job if you’re an architect?” He asked, sounding sincere with his curiosity.
“I-” I cut myself off from continuing, remembering that Heejoon said not to mention anything about knowing him so instead I made up a lie, “I…I have a lot of debt and I don’t make enough to pay it all off as quickly as I’d like…”
He narrowed his eyes before sitting back in his chair, seeming to believe my lie, “Are your hours at work flexible?”
He frowned at my answer, the gears in his head turning as he examined me with his eyes. I said and did nothing as he scanned me from head to toe, only starting to fidget when he stared for longer than I thought he would.
“Well, it’s not like it matters really at least not with a face like yours…” He said under his breath before standing up, “You’ve got the job then. You can address me as either Mr. Kim or Junmyeon, though you should call me Junmyeon in front of others to make it seem like we’re close but when it’s just the two of us I don’t really care what you call me. Now, we have a meeting to attend, let’s go.”
“N-Now?” I stuttered out, rising from my seat as he was already starting to fix his shirt.
He said nothing as slipped on his suit jacket, giving me another once over, “Your clothes will have to do. I’ll have Heejoon get your measurements and everything before you leave, send you some new stuff to wear for different occasions.”
And with that he left, leaving me in the office standing like an idiot. I stared after him, seeing Heejoon pop his head into the office and gesturing for me to follow. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at the man I didn’t know if I wanted to call my friend anymore.
“What the hell did you get me into?” I whispered to him roughly as I passed by, watching him shrink back at the anger in my voice.
My gaze turned to Junmyeon as I felt his eyes on me. He raised his brows before gesturing to the open elevator. I gave Heejoon one last glare and went to join him in the elevator.
What the hell did I get myself into?
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