MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 36 The CEO Who Knelt for Love
Author's POV
Dozens of news vans crowded the street outside Jeon Group Headquarters, their satellite dishes pointing toward the sky like metallic monsters waiting to broadcast chaos.
Reporters filled the sidewalk in a frantic mess.
Cables tangled across the pavement.
Cameras flashed nonstop.
The moment Y/N stepped closer to the building entrance—
She was swallowed whole.
Flashes exploded around her like lightning.
Voices overlapped.
Shouting.
Demanding.
Accusing.
The air felt suffocating.
Y/N lowered her head, hoping she could slip past unnoticed.
Maybe if she moved quietly—
Maybe if she didn't react—
But before she could even take another step—
Someone grabbed her wrist.
Hard.
Her phone slipped from her fingers.
It hit the pavement with a sharp crack.
The screen shattered instantly.
A shoulder slammed into her from the side.
Her back collided painfully with the cold stone pillar beside the entrance.
The crowd closed in.
Cameras blinded her.
Microphones shoved against her lips.
Questions struck like knives.
Reporter:
"Did you sleep your way into the executive floor?"
More flashes.
More shouting.
She couldn't see anything anymore.
The light burned her eyes.
Her chest tightened painfully.
She tried to breathe.
But the air wouldn't come.
Her fingers trembled as she tried to push the microphones away.
Y/N (voice shaking):
"Please... let me through..."
But no one listened.
They just pushed closer.
For one horrifying second—
Y/N realized something.
No one was coming.
Her vision blurred.
The noise melted into a distant ringing.
Her knees felt weak.
Then—
A voice tore through the chaos.
Not loud.
Not frantic.
But powerful enough to split the air.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER."
The words detonated.
The entire crowd jolted.
Security guards suddenly forced their way through the reporters, physically shoving people back.
A gap opened.
And through it—
Jungkook stepped forward.
Not like a man.
Like a storm.
His expression was terrifyingly calm.
But his eyes—
His eyes burned.
He didn't yell again.
He walked straight toward the reporter still gripping Y/N's wrist.
Then he grabbed the man's arm.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
His fingers tightened around the reporter's wrist until the man's face drained of color.
Jungkook leaned slightly closer.
His voice was low.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
Jungkook:
"If you ever lay a hand on her again..."
His grip tightened.
Jungkook:
"I won't need lawyers."
The reporter immediately released Y/N.
Jungkook didn't hesitate.
He pulled her straight into his chest.
One arm wrapped around her shoulders like steel.
His other hand shielded her face from the cameras.
His breathing was uneven.
Not fear.
Fury.
Pure, burning fury.
He looked down at her quickly.
His voice dropped into a frantic whisper.
Jungkook:
"Y/N... are you hurt?"
Her hands trembled against his suit jacket.
She shook her head weakly.
Y/N:
"I'm okay..."
But her fingers were shaking.
Badly.
Jungkook noticed.
And something inside him snapped.
His head turned toward the reporters.
His expression turned cold enough to freeze the entire street.
The reporters still shouted.
Still pushed.
Still tried to force microphones closer.
Reporter:
"Sir! Is she just a temporary fling? Why are you protecting a common employee like this?"
Jungkook laughed.
But the sound was dark.
Dangerous.
Jungkook:
"Common employee?"
His voice cut through the crowd like a blade.
Jungkook:
"You all call yourselves journalists..."
His gaze swept across them.
Disgust clear in his expression.
Jungkook:
"But right now you're acting like a pack of starving dogs."
A reporter shoved forward again.
Reporter:
"The public deserves the truth! Is there a scandal here?"
Jungkook smirked.
The expression was far more intimidating than anger.
Jungkook:
"You want the truth?"
The cameras zoomed in.
Reporters leaned closer.
They sensed something big.
A headline.
Jungkook slowly stepped forward.
He moved Y/N gently behind him.
Then he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
The crowd held its breath.
He pulled out a small navy velvet box.
Gasps rippled through the reporters.
And before anyone could react—
Jungkook dropped to one knee.
Right there.
In the middle of the sidewalk.
Under a storm of flashing cameras.
The CEO of Jeon Group knelt in the dirt.
He opened the velvet box.
Inside—
A pear-cut diamond sparkled brilliantly.
Even the camera flashes seemed dim beside it.
But Jungkook didn't look at the cameras.
He only looked at her.
His voice softened.
Jungkook:
"I planned to do this privately."
His gaze stayed locked on hers.
Jungkook:
"I wanted to protect you from this world for a little longer."
He took her trembling hand.
Jungkook:
"But if they want to know who you are..."
His thumb brushed her knuckles gently.
Jungkook:
"Then let's tell them together."
Inside the Jeon Group office building, every television screen showed the live broadcast.
The entire floor had frozen.
Employees stood in stunned silence.
Employee 1:
"Did he just... say that?"
Someone dropped a tablet.
It clattered loudly on the marble floor.
Employee 2:
"Our CEO... is kneeling in the street for an intern."
Another employee swallowed nervously.
Employee 3:
"Remember what we said about her yesterday?"
The room went quiet.
Very quiet.
Employee 3:
"...We might be dead."
Across the city—
At Y/N's house—
Min-Jae nearly fell off the sofa.
Min-Jae:
"EOMMA!"
He pointed wildly at the television.
Min-Jae:
"EOMMA COME HERE! NOONA IS ON TV!"
Eomma rushed out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
She stopped mid-step.
On the screen—
Jungkook was kneeling on the pavement in front of her daughter.
Min-Jae jumped on the sofa.
Min-Jae:
"LOOK AT THAT! HE'S KNEELING!"
Eomma slowly sank down onto the couch.
Tears blurred her vision.
On the screen, Jungkook held Y/N's hand gently.
Eomma whispered softly.
Eomma:
"He didn't just defend her..."
Her voice trembled.
Eomma:
"He showed the whole world who she is."
Back outside the building—
Jungkook squeezed Y/N's hand.
His voice was steady.
Certain.
Jungkook:
"Y/N."
He looked at her like nothing else in the world existed.
Jungkook:
"You aren't my employee."
He lifted the ring slightly.
Jungkook:
"You aren't a scandal."
His voice softened.
Jungkook:
"You are my life."
A breath passed.
The entire street went silent.
Jungkook:
"Will you marry me... and stay by my side forever?"
For a moment—
The entire world seemed to pause.
Then the cameras exploded again.
Y/N stared at him through tear-blurred eyes.
This powerful man.
Kneeling in the middle of chaos.
Choosing her in front of the entire world.
She laughed softly through her tears.
Y/N:
"Yes."
Her voice trembled.
Y/N:
"Yes, Jungkook."
He slid the ring onto her finger.
Then he stood.
And pulled her into a deep kiss.
Right there.
In front of every camera.
Every reporter.
Every person watching.
When he finally pulled away, Jungkook wrapped an arm around her waist and turned toward the reporters again.
His eyes were cold.
Dangerous.
Jungkook:
"You got your headline."
His voice dropped to a low growl.
Jungkook:
"Now move."
He stepped forward protectively.
Jungkook:
"If any of you follow her home... or crowd her like this again..."
His gaze hardened.
Jungkook:
"I won't just sue your agencies."
Silence spread across the crowd.
Jungkook:
"I'll make sure none of you ever work in this industry again."
Then he said quietly—
Jungkook:
"Get out of our way."
And this time—
The reporters actually stepped back.
Because something in his eyes told them one thing very clearly.
He wasn't bluffing.