She woke slowly, the warmth of the blankets making her reluctant to open her eyes. For a few sleepy seconds, she forgot where she was. Then she felt the unfamiliar softness beneath her and caught the faint, unmistakable scent of Taehyung lingering around her.
Her eyes opened immediately.
She was in his bed.
A blush crept across her cheeks as memories of the previous night returned the broken glass, his arms around her, him carrying her here, and the way he had stubbornly stayed beside her.
She slowly turned her head.
Taehyung was already awake.
And he was looking at her.
Not casually.
Not the way he usually did.
His gaze was soft, almost unbearably tender, as though he had been watching her sleep for some time. The moment their eyes met, however, he looked away and reached for his phone as if he had been doing something incredibly important.
She smiled to herself.
That was Taehyung's way of caring.
He would never admit that he'd spent half the night making sure she was comfortable. He would simply look away whenever she caught him being soft.
"How is your foot?"
His voice was low, still slightly rough from sleep.
" It's Better now ."
"Does it hurt?" His voice laced with concern.
"Only a little."
His brows immediately furrowed.
He immediately reached for his phone again.
"Let me call the maids to help you with basic chores."
Before she could argue, he had already instructed the maids to help her get ready and bring her breakfast upstairs.
She sighed.
"Taehyung, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
He paused.
" Just because you can of take care of yourself That doesn't mean you have to do it alone, princess."
Her heart gave a strange little flutter and that nickname made blush rise at her cheeks.
By the time she was ready, breakfast had been arranged in his room. She assured him several times that she was fine, but Taehyung still looked unconvinced.
He had a meeting waiting for him.
He knew he had to leave.
Yet he stood near the door as though physically incapable of walking away.
Taehyung turned toward the maids, his expression immediately becoming cold again.
“Listen carefully. She is injured, and I don't want her walking around unnecessarily. Make sure she gets everything she needs. If she says she needs something, you get it for her immediately.”
The maids nodded nervously. “Yes, sir.”
His gaze hardened.
“And if I find out that she was left unattended, that she was made to walk when she shouldn't have, or that her injury got worse because someone wasn't paying attention…”
He paused, his voice dropping dangerously low.
“You'll answer to me. And you already know you don't want that.”
The maids went pale.
"Taehyung!" She immediately stopped him.
He stopped.
She gave him a pointed look.
"Please don't threaten them."
His expression remained serious.
"I wasn't threatening them."
"You were!"
The maids stood perfectly still.
She sighed.
"They've been taking very good care of me. You don't have to frighten them every time you leave."
Taehyung glanced at the maids.
For a moment, he looked almost confused.
Then he cleared his throat.
"Just... please take care of her."
The maids looked stunned as if something has possessed him.
They immediately nodded.
"Of course, sir."
She smiled.
Taehyung looked at her, and something in his expression softened.
He stepped closer.
"Take care of yourself."
She nodded.
"I will."
His fingers lifted almost unconsciously and he gently brushed them over her cheek.
The touch was so tender that she forgot how to breathe.
"Promise?" His looked concerned.
Her heart skipped.
She could only nod.
Taehyung seemed to realize what he'd done a second too late. His thumb lingered against her cheek before he finally pulled his hand away.
"Good."
And then he left.
She remained standing there.
Completely still.
Her fingers slowly rose to the place where his hand had been.
What was happening to her?
Six months ago, she had been terrified of this man.
Now one gentle touch from him could make her heart race.
And what was worse?
She was beginning to like it. She gulped.
Taehyung's concern didn't end when he left the mansion.
Not even close.
By ten in the morning, her phone rang.
"How's your foot?"
She smiled.
"Fine."
"Did you eat?"
"Yes."
"Did you take the medicine?"
"Yes."
"Are you resting?"
She laughed.
"Taehyung, I am not dying."
There was silence on the other end.
"Good, Take care, Princess."
The call ended.
She stared at her phone as she blushed.
Four hours later, it rang again.
"Do you need anything?"
"No."
Another pause.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes i am fine "
"All right."
Then another in the afternoon.
By the fourth call, she was laughing before she even answered.
"What now?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you calling?"
"I wanted to check."
She smiled.
"You've already checked three times."
He bit his lip embarrassed.
Then she heard Jimin's voice somewhere in the background.
"I told you that you will annoy her this way , she called you annoying , didn't she?"
Her laughter immediately grew louder.
Jimin's voice came through again.
"He's been checking his phone every ten minutes all day. I'm beginning to think I'm his secretary."
"Jimin!" Taehyung's voice sounded dangerously close to the phone.
"I'm going." Jimin speaks
She heard hurried footsteps.
Then silence.
A second later, Taehyung spoke again.
"Don't listen to him."
She smiled.
"You're cute when you're worried."
There was a long pause.
She suddenly realized what she'd said.
Her cheeks warmed.
On the other end, Taehyung went completely still as his heart fluttered.
Then, very quietly-
"Get some rest."
The call ended.
She stared at the phone, her face burning.
Meanwhile, somewhere across the city, Taehyung sat behind his desk with the faintest smile on his face.
Jimin, standing nearby, noticed immediately.
He stared at his boss.
Then at the phone.
Then back at Taehyung.
"Oh, you're finished."
Taehyung looked up.
"What?"
Jimin shook his head solemnly.
"Nothing."
He smiled.
"Our terrifying mafia king has officially become a husband."
Taehyung's expression hardened.
"Leave."
Jimin laughed.
"See? Still terrifying."
But the moment Jimin turned away, Taehyung glanced at his phone again.
Just in case she called.
------------
Later that evening Jimin came to keep a check on her himself to see if his friend is doing well.
Taehyung told Jimin to be with her till he arrives and give her company. So he sat on one of the couch in her room pretending to read a book but soon stretched lazily across one of the sofas with a book covering his face.
“Jimin! Are you reading?”
“No.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Practicing the art of looking busy while doing absolutely nothing.”
She laughed . “Does Taehyung know you're wasting company time?”
Jimin immediately sat upright. “Madam, please. I am a very hardworking man.”
“You were sleeping.”
“I was thinking with my eyes closed.”
She shook her head. “You and Taehyung are both impossible.”
“Excuse me, don't put me in the same category as him.”
Jimin huffed as she smiled.
" So what i mean to say is you look really tired, there is no need to sit here, I am okay, why don't you take just go home and have rest."
" I can't ,your husband will kill me."
"He won't, I'll handle him. Just go and have rest."
Jimin grinned triumphantly. “See? This is why you're my favorite person in this house.”
A deep voice suddenly came from behind them.
“Interesting.”
Both of them froze.
Jimin slowly turned around.
Taehyung stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at him.
Jimin pointed at her immediately.
“She made me say it.”
“I did not!” She counters playfully
Taehyung's lips twitched.
“Keep talking, Jimin.”
Jimin stood up.
“Actually, I just remembered my shift is over so yeah goodbye guys.”
And he disappeared down the staircase before Taehyung could say another word.
She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Taehyung looked at her.
“He's funny.” She speaks
“He's annoying.” he retorts
“He makes me laugh.” She counters
Taehyung sighed.
Then, very quietly, “Apparently that's enough to keep him alive.”
She blushed as her heart skipped a beat
And for once, Taehyung didn't even pretend to be annoyed.
-------
A few days later, she finally convinced Taehyung that her foot was completely fine.
“I can walk see.” She walks few steps.
“ and now i am completely capable to go outside.”
His eyes narrowed.
She gave him her best pleading look.
“I can even survive a party .”
Taehyung sighed.
She knew that sigh.
She was winning.
“Jimin said there will be amazing food.”
“And dessert.”
Another sigh.
She smiled sweetly.
“Fine if you want to go that bad and you are feeling completely fine then i will take you to the Ball party this weekend.”
Her face immediately lit up as she blinked.
“You'll come with me?”
“I'm not letting you go alone so ofcourse I'll be going with you.”
She smiled.
“Deal is done then.”
Taehyung looked away, hiding the small smile threatening to appear.
These days, he was becoming far too easy for her to manipulate.
All she needed was those innocent eyes, and the ruthless mafia king who had made grown men tremble would quietly surrender.
It wasn't only her requests that he had begun giving in to.
She had somehow developed the habit of scolding him too.
“Taehyung, you haven't eaten properly.”
“I ate.”
“That was just coffee.”
“Bur It counts right!”
“It absolutely does not.”
He had stared at her for several seconds before silently picking up his fork.
His men had witnessed the entire thing in stunned silence.
Another day, she had taken one look at the glass in his hand.
“That's enough alcohol.”
Taehyung had actually put it down.
Jimin had nearly choked.
And when she once told him, “You should talk more politely to people,” Taehyung had listened without a single argument.
Nobody knew what was more shocking -the fact that Kim Taehyung obeyed her or the fact that he seemed genuinely happy doing it.
───
The ball was one of those extravagant gatherings attended only by the city's wealthiest and most influential elite , powerful businessmen, politicians, underworld leaders, heiresses dressed in diamonds, and families whose names carried as much weight as their fortunes.
Jimin had been unusually enthusiastic about it when he told her about the event, secretly hoping she would convince Taehyung to attend with her. Taehyung despised unnecessary social gatherings and usually appeared only when business deals, alliances, or negotiations required his presence but Jimin knew one thing for certain: if anyone could drag the notoriously antisocial mafia king to a ball for an evening of food, music, and fun, it was his wife.
When Taehyung returned home, he carried a long garment box in his hands. He stopped in front of her and held it out, suddenly looking almost shy as he scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s for you.”
She blinked in surprise before taking the box from him. “For me?”
He nodded, his eyes briefly shifting away.
“It’s going to be our first public appearance together,” he murmured. “So… Kim Taehyung’s woman should look like she owns the place.”
Her heart fluttered at the words.
She slowly opened the box.
Inside lay a breathtaking dress, carefully chosen in a style that was elegant without being overwhelming. She stared at it in awe, her fingers lightly brushing the fabric.
“Taehyung…”
He watched her reaction quietly, trying to hide the satisfaction in his eyes.
“You like it?”
She looked up at him with the brightest smile.
“I love it.”
And somehow, that simple smile made every bit of effort worth it.
Later, when she finally came downstairs wearing the dress, Taehyung was waiting in the foyer.
He looked up.
And stopped.
Completely.
His eyes travelled over her, taking in every detail, before finally returning to her face. For once, Kim Taehyung the ruthless mafia king who could stare down an armed enemy without blinking simply forgot how to breathe. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, almost ethereal beneath the warm chandelier lights.
She shifted nervously beneath his intense gaze.
“Is it okay? How am I looking?"
He continued staring.
“Taehyung?”
“You look…”
He stopped, seemingly searching for a word that could possibly do her justice.
She waited.
He finally exhaled softly.
“Beautiful.”
Her cheeks warmed instantly as she looked away shyly.
“You look very handsome too.”
The corner of his lips curved.
“I know.”
She stared at him in disbelief.
“That was arrogant.”
“I was only agreeing with my wife.”
She laughed, and just like that, the tension broke.
Taehyung's heartbeat finally settled.
Almost.
Because even as he offered her his arm, he couldn't stop stealing glances at her, silently wondering how he was supposed to survive an entire evening with the most beautiful woman in the room standing beside him.
It was their first public appearance together as husband and wife.
The moment they entered the ballroom, cameras turned toward them.
Whispers spread through the room.
Kim Taehyung.
His wife.
The mysterious Mrs. Kim.
She instinctively tightened her fingers around his arm. He noticed immediately.
“I've never been photographed like this.”
He leaned slightly closer.
“Dont worry. You have nothing to be nervous about. Just hold onto me and follow me, rest I'll handle everything myself. Just focus on enjoying the evening and all the tasty food you were excited about." His voice softened.
Her nervous smile returned.
And somehow, that was enough as suddenly everything seemed easier than before, the night slowly became easier.
There was music, laughter, extravagant food and people who were far too fascinated by the mysterious woman who had somehow managed to soften The Kim Taehyung.
She looked around the ballroom, watching couples dancing and laughing together on the polished floor. For a moment, she simply watched them, her eyes bright with curiosity. Then she turned toward Taehyung and gently tugged at his hand.
“Taehyung, dance with me.”
He glanced toward the dance floor and immediately looked away.
“Let’s enjoy the food you were talking about.”
She blinked. “You’re changing the topic.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I think you should try the dessert.”
She smiled knowingly. “Taehyung.”
“No.”
“Please.”
She gave him the most innocent puppy eyes she could manage.
Taehyung stared at her.
She stared back.
A few seconds passed.
He sighed, defeated.
“You’re impossible.”
Her face immediately lit up with triumph.
A few moments later, the feared mafia king was standing on the dance floor with his wife.
She giggled when he stepped in the wrong direction.
“I don’t dance,” he muttered. “I don't know how to.”
“You do now.” She took his hand gently. “Let me teach you. Just focus on us, okay? Forget everyone else. Focus on having fun. You can do that.”
He looked at her for a moment before nodding.
She carefully placed one of his hands around her waist and guided his other hand into hers. Then, almost shyly, she rested her free hand against his chest and stepped closer.
Taehyung stopped breathing for a second.
She was suddenly so close.
Close enough for him to feel her warmth through the fabric of her dress, close enough to catch her familiar scent, close enough that the rest of the ballroom seemed to blur around them.
She noticed his stunned expression and smiled softly.
“Relax.”
His hand instinctively settled more securely around her waist.
She placed her hands lightly on his shoulders, and they began moving together with the music.
Her heart fluttered at the warmth of his large hand against her waist. She had never been this conscious of his touch before. Every small movement seemed to send another nervous little flutter through her chest.
Taehyung wasn't doing much better.
His gaze remained fixed on her face.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful this close, her eyes shining beneath the ballroom lights. Yet there was something beyond attraction in the way he looked at her now something softer, deeper, something neither of them quite knew how to name.
A few moments ago, he had been desperately trying to avoid dancing.
Now he didn't want the song to end.
She slowly guided him through the steps.
Taehyung followed, surprisingly obedient.
But after a while, she noticed something.
He wasn't looking at their feet.
He wasn't looking around the ballroom either.
He was looking at her.
She raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You're staring.”
His lips curved faintly.
“I know.”
She laughed softly and shook her head, continuing to guide him.
Neither of them noticed how many people had begun watching.
Neither cared.
Their eyes remained locked, their smiles becoming softer as they moved together.
For those few minutes, the ruthless mafia king who ruled an entire dark world simply disappeared.
There was only Taehyung.
And his woman in his arms.
And somehow, surrounded by hundreds of people, they both felt as though there were only two people in the entire ballroom.
Her and him.
Kim Taehyung the man who rarely smiled, rarely touched anyone, and had once been infamous for treating every social gathering like a business meeting was dancing with his wife as though the entire ballroom had disappeared.
And perhaps, for him, it had.
When she was beside him, the rest of the world became background noise.
Later, Taehyung was pulled into a conversation with several influential men.
She remained nearby, enjoying her dessert.
That was when one of the men's daughters approached.
She looked Taehyung up and down without even attempting to hide her interest.
“So you're finally showing your wife in public.”
Taehyung barely acknowledged her.
She continued anyway.
“You know, men like you aren't really made for marriage. Mafia men aren't loyal. They keep mistresses for entertainment. Wives are mostly for appearances, alliances, and producing heirs. And finally, you chose yourself a beautiful little showpiece.”
She smiled shamelessly and stepped closer.
“So, is the mistress position still empty, or have you already chosen someone for yourself? Because if it's vacant, I'd like to apply.”
Her eyes flickered toward his wife before returning to him.
“I promise we'd have far more fun than she could ever give you. I'm sure someone like her can't satisfy you enough anyway.”
She smiled.
“So why don't you let me take that place?”
Several men around them chuckled.
She looked disgusted.
The woman turned toward Taehyung.
“So if you're looking for a mistress…”
She stepped closer seductively.
“I'm available.”
Then she glanced toward his wife.
"Your accidental little wife won't wind, will she?"
Suddenly the laughter stopped because Taehyung’s expression had changed.
He turned toward the woman slowly.
“Enough.”
His voice was quiet.
The woman smiled nervously. “I was only joking.”
“No.” His gaze hardened.
“You were disrespecting my wife and that too in front of her man. The audacity.”
His jaw tightened.
“I will not tolerate that. Not at any cost.”
He took a slow step toward her.
“And for your information, I don't keep mistresses. I don't cheat.”
His eyes shifted toward his wife.
The coldness in them softened instantly.
“I believe in loyalty.”
He extended his hand toward her.
She immediately reached for it, clutching his fingers as though they were the only thing keeping her steady.
“The woman beside me isn't a showpiece. She isn't an alliance. And she certainly isn't someone I married simply to give me heirs.”
He looked directly at her.
“She is my wife.”
Her eyes shimmered as she stared at him, something warm and profound blooming inside her chest.
His gaze remained locked with hers.
“And she is the woman I chose.”
Her heart skipped.
Taehyung's voice softened, but every word carried absolute certainty.
“She is the person I want waiting for me when I come home. The person whose happiness matters to me. The person I will protect with everything I have.”
He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“So don't ever insult her by suggesting that she isn't enough for me.”
Her eyes shimmered with emotions she didn't yet know how to name.
Then Taehyung's expression turned cold again as he looked back at the woman.
“And if you ever speak about my wife like that again…”
He paused.His eyes became frighteningly still.
“You won't live to see another day.”
The woman's face drained of color.
“Have I made myself clear?”
Nobody answered.
The men who had been laughing moments earlier were suddenly staring at their glasses, intimidated by the dangerous aura radiating from the mafia king.
Taehyung turned away.
His attention immediately returned to his wife.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded silently still speechless.
But she couldn't stop looking at him.
There was something different in her eyes now.
Something warm.
Something deep.
Something dangerously close to adoration.
“Come.”
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and guided her away from the group.
She followed without hesitation.
Taehyung didn't look back.
He didn't care about the party anymore.
Not when his wife had been disrespected.
Not when all he wanted was to get her somewhere safe, away from people who didn't understand what she meant to him.
And as she walked beside him, her fingers remained intertwined with his.
For the first time, she wasn't holding his hand because she needed protection.
She was holding it because she wanted to.
As they walked away, one of the older men grabbed his daughter by the arm.
“What have you done? You stupid sh*t !”
“I was only having fun, Dad. ”
“You ruined everything!” He shouts at her.
He glanced toward the doors through which Taehyung had just disappeared.
“Do you have any idea what this party is without Kim Taehyung? I could have made some great beneficial dealings with him but you dumb head you had to ruin everything. I will make sure you regret it."
The woman fell silent.
Meanwhile, Taehyung walked beside his wife, his hand still wrapped protectively around hers.
And she couldn't stop looking at him.
For the first time, she wasn't simply grateful for his protection.
Something much more dangerous had begun taking root in her heart.
The warehouse stood at the edge of the industrial district, far from the city lights and even farther from the safety of Taehyung's mansion. Rain hammered against the rusted metal roof as Taehyung stepped inside, his black coat still damp from the storm. The men gathered around him immediately with lowered heads. Nobody spoke. Nobody needed to. At the center of the warehouse, tied to a heavy chair beneath a single hanging light, sat Kang Doyun.
Blood marked the corner of his mouth, but he was smiling.
Taehyung stopped a few feet away from him.
"Doyun."
The smile widened.
"Kim Taehyung."
There was no fear in his voice. That was what made the room uneasy.
Taehyung's eyes remained cold. "You burned one of my warehouses and killed six of my men."
"Seven," Doyun corrected casually. "One of them died later."
The room fell silent.
Taehyung's expression didn't change, but something dark moved behind his eyes.
"You're proud of that?"
"I've been waiting years to make you lose something."
Taehyung slowly walked closer.
Doyun watched him with an almost obsessive hatred.
"You remember my father?"
For the first time, Taehyung paused.
Of course he remembered.
In past----
Kang Seojoon had been one of the men closest to him years ago a trusted associate who had eventually betrayed him, selling information to a rival organization. Taehyung had dealt with the betrayal personally.
Doyun had been seventeen and he had watched his father die.
And he had watched Taehyung walk away without looking back.
That night had carved something ugly into the boy.
"I was seventeen," Doyun whispered. "I watched you kill my father."
Taehyung's gaze remained emotionless.
"Your father chose his fate."
Doyun laughed.
"You always say that and I made myself a promise that night."
Taehyung said nothing.
"I'd destroy everything you love."
A faint silence followed.
Then Taehyung smiled.
It wasn't a pleasant smile.
"You've spent years trying."
Doyun's eyes narrowed.
"And now I've finally found your weakness."
Taehyung's expression changed by the smallest fraction.
Doyun noticed.
"The girl."
The room became colder.
Taehyung stepped closer.
"Be careful."
Doyun laughed.
"So it's true."
He shook his head slowly.
"The great Kim Taehyung finally has something to lose."
Taehyung's fist connected with the table beside him instead of Doyun.
The crack echoed through the warehouse.
Every man in the room froze.
Taehyung leaned toward him.
"You know nothing about her."
"I know enough."
Doyun's smile returned.
"She's the only reason you still have a heart."
Taehyung stared at him and then he straightened.
"Nobody touches him."
Doyun's smile disappeared.
Taehyung's eyes were terrifyingly calm.
"Because I'm going to make sure he understands exactly what happens when he comes anywhere near my wife. Torture him, starve him of food, cut his fingers amd toes each day and tongue at the last. Let him watch himself die a slow painful death. He will beg for death but it will never come. Torture him until the last cell of his body gives up."
He walked out.
The heavy metal doors slammed shut behind him.
For a moment, Doyun remained perfectly still.
Then he smiled again.
Because beneath the fear and pain, he had finally discovered something he had spent years searching for.
A weakness.
Kim Taehyung had finally given him one.
And Doyun intended to use it.
Taehyung's car disappeared into the rain.
............
A few days after her father's visit, she found herself sitting in the drawing room with Jimin.
She smiled as Jimin told her yet another ridiculous story about Taehyung's enemies.
"Once," Jimin said, barely holding back his laughter, "a man came to negotiate with him. He was supposed to threaten Tae."
"He threatened Taehyung?" She asked amused.
"Yes."
" Then what happened?"
"Nothing."
She waited.
Jimin grinned.
"The man forgot what he wanted to say."
She covered her mouth, laughing.
"He just stood there staring at Tae for about thirty seconds before saying, 'I'll... I'll get back to you.'"
They both laughed.
For a while, it was easy.
Then Jimin's smile slowly faded.
He looked toward the mansion.
"You know, I'm actually happy you're here."
She looked at him.
"Why?"
He shrugged.
"Because he needed someone."
She frowned slightly.
"He'd never admit it because he doesn't seem like someone who needs anyone and that's because he doesn't know how to need people."
Something about the way Jimin said it made her quiet.
He leaned back in his chair.
"Taehyung and I grew up together. We were orphans."
Her smile disappeared.
"We had nothing. No family. No home. No one waiting for us."
She listened silently.
"We slept wherever we could. Sometimes on the streets. Sometimes in abandoned buildings. We learned very early that kindness wasn't something you could depend on."
His gaze became distant.
"People would smile at us one day and sell us out the next. Every friendship had a price. Every favor came with a debt. Trusting the wrong person could get you killed."
She lowered her eyes.
"And Taehyung?"
Jimin gave a small, humorless smile.
"Taehyung learned faster than I did."
He looked at her.
"He became cold because being soft was dangerous."
She thought about the man she knew.
The arrogance.
The ruthless voice.
The way everyone stepped aside when he entered a room.
The way he could look at someone and make them forget how to breathe.
Suddenly, she wondered how much of that had been a choice.
And how much had simply been survival.
"He never had anyone?" she asked softly.
"Not really."
Jimin shook his head.
"Neither of us did. But Tae... he took everything especially hard. He stopped expecting people to stay. Stopped trusting anyone. He built everything himself."
He smiled faintly.
"From nothing."
She looked toward the mansion.
The enormous house suddenly seemed different.
She had always seen it as proof of Taehyung's power.
Now she saw it as proof of how alone he had once been.
"He doesn't know how to love either," Jimin continued quietly. "Not because he doesn't have it in him."
He paused.
"Because nobody ever taught him how."
Her fingers tightened around the edge of her dress.
She remembered the little things.
The breakfast he had once prepared himself.
The gifts he pretended were nothing.
The way he remembered her favorite food.
The way he slept in another room without ever making her feel guilty.
The way his terrifying expression disappeared whenever she looked frightened.
The way he had held her after her father hurt her.
Perhaps those weren't things he did because they came naturally.
Perhaps he was learning.
For her.
She swallowed.
"Does he know you tell me all this?"
Jimin laughed.
"Absolutely not."
She smiled.
"He'll kill you."
"Probably."
She laughed softly.
Then Jimin became serious again.
"But I don't regret it."
"Why?"
"Because he deserves this."
He nodded toward the mansion.
"He deserves someone waiting for him when he comes home. Someone who doesn't want anything from him. Someone who can make him laugh."
Her heart gave a strange little flutter.
Jimin smiled at her.
"And somehow, you did that."
She looked down, suddenly shy.
"I don't know if I do."
"You do."
He stood up.
"Just don't tell him I said any of this."
She smiled.
"I won't."
Jimin walked away, leaving her alone beneath the afternoon sun.
She sat there for a long time.
Thinking.
For six months, she had known Taehyung as the ruthless man who had entered her life and changed everything.
But now she wondered about the boy who had existed before him.
The little boy who had slept on cold streets.
The boy who had learned that nobody could be trusted.
The boy who had grown up without a mother to kiss his forehead goodnight, without a father to protect him, without anyone telling him that he was loved simply because he existed.
Her chest tightened.
Suddenly, Taehyung's coldness didn't seem quite as frightening.
It seemed lonely.
And for the first time, when she thought of her husband, she didn't only see the mafia king.
She saw the boy he had once been.
A boy who had survived the only way he knew how.
Maybe that was why he didn't know how to love.
Maybe that was why he didn't know how to be gentle.
Maybe that was why, whenever he tried, his affection came disguised as expensive gifts, quiet protection, her favorite food waiting on the table, and a thousand little things he would never admit he had done for her.
She smiled sadly because even this wasn't going to last in his life forever. She was temporary, their marriage was temporary. Her heart drops as she looks at the wedding band on her finger and for the first time she really looked at it and felt the weight of it on her finger. It wasn't a mere piece of accessory now for her.
She didn't know he was standing several feet away.
"By looking at your face I can guess what Jimin and you were talking about."
She got startled and turned around.
He was standing there in his black suit, one hand in his pocket, his expression unreadable.
Her cheeks warmed.
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough."
She looked away.
Jimin was going to die.
Taehyung walked closer.
"What did Jimin tell you?"
"Nothing."
His eyes narrowed.
"You're a terrible liar."
She smiled.
"And you're nosy."
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He sat beside her.
Neither spoke for a moment.
She looked at him differently now.
Not with pity.
Something gentler.
Something Taehyung couldn't quite understand.
She quietly reached for his hand.
His entire body went still.
She didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
She simply held his hand for a few seconds before letting go.
Taehyung looked down at his fingers after she released them.
Then at her.
For perhaps the first time in his life, someone had touched him without wanting something.
No fear.
No calculation.
No expectation.
Just warmth.
He didn't know what to do with it.
So he did the only thing he could.
He turned his hand slightly and let his fingers brush against hers again.
She smiled.
And Taehyung looked away before she could see the softness in his eyes.
Neither of them knew it yet.
But something had changed.
She had begun to understand him.
And once she did, loving him would become a little less frightening.
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The mansion was almost completely silent that night.
She woke thirsty and, without bothering to turn on the lights, slipped out of her room in an oversized night suit and padded quietly down the corridor. The moonlight spilling through the enormous windows was just enough for her to see.
She was halfway to the kitchen when she noticed someone standing by the window at the end of the hall.
Taehyung.
He was shirtless, his back turned toward her, one hand resting against the window frame as he stared into the darkness outside. There was something different about him tonight. No phone in his hand. No files. No men surrounding him. Just him, alone with whatever thoughts had kept him awake.
She stopped.
For a moment, she wondered what he was thinking about.
His past, perhaps.
The life Jimin had told her about.
The boy who had grown up without anyone.
She almost called his name but decided against it. He looked like someone who needed silence.
She quietly continued toward the kitchen.
Unfortunately, quiet was not exactly her greatest talent.
Her hand accidentally knocked against a plate on the counter.
It fell onto the marble floor creating loud noise.
'Shit!' She cursed.
The sound echoed through the entire mansion.
Taehyung turned instantly.
Years of instinct took over before his mind could catch up.
He crossed the distance between them in seconds, catching her from behind and pressing the cold edge of a knife near her head.
"Who are you?"
She gasped.
The glass slipped completely from her hand and smashed on the floor.
"T-Taehyung!"
He froze.
Her scent reached him before his mind registered her voice ,soft shampoo, warm skin, the familiar fragrance that had somehow become synonymous with home.
His grip immediately loosened.
She turned around as her eyes were enormous and in this process a piece of shattered glass pierced her bare foot as she hissed.
Taehyung's entire expression changed.
"You're bleeding."
"It's just a little...."
Before she could finish, he had already lifted her into his arms.
She gave a startled little gasp.
"Taehyung!"
He didn't answer.
He carried her straight to the kitchen counter and carefully set her down on the marble slab, completely ignoring the fact that he was still shirtless and that she was now close enough to feel the warmth of his skin.
Her cheeks immediately turned crimson.
She looked away.
Very far away.
Taehyung, meanwhile, was entirely focused on her injured foot.
"Don't move."
His voice was soft.
Almost frighteningly soft for the man who had held a knife to her head seconds earlier.
He crouched in front of her, carefully avoiding the scattered glass.
Then he called out sharply.
"Someone come here."
Within seconds, several maids hurried into the kitchen.
They stopped.
Every single one of them stared.
Their terrifying master was on his knees in front of their mistress, carefully supporting her injured foot in his hands.
Nobody dared say anything.
Taehyung looked up.
"Clean this."
"Yes, sir."
"And bring the first-aid kit."
One maid hurried away.
Taehyung gently examined the wound.
She winced.
His eyes immediately lifted to her face.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little."
His jaw tightened as though someone had personally offended him.
"It's my fault."
She blinked.
"What?"
"I should have heard you."
"You thought I was an intruder." She couldn't help smiling." And you almost killed your own wife."
"But I stopped." He spoke with guilt as he looked down - another feeling he never knew existed in his heart.
"You put a knife near my neck."
"But I recognized you." He spoke softly
"After putting a knife near my neck." She spoke playfully clearly enjoying toying with him.
"I am sorry!" Another word which he never uttered his whole life but here we are.
She smiled genuinely as he managed to pull her heart strings with that and a different kind of smile which made his heart flutter, that smile has power to move mountains and here he was just a mortal being .
The maid returned with the first-aid kit.
"I'll—"
"No."
Taehyung took it from her.
The maid immediately stepped back.
He cleaned the tiny wound himself, his movements surprisingly gentle.
When the glass was finally removed, she instinctively tightened her fingers around his hand.
He paused.
Her grip was soft but firm and he continued carefully.
"Hold on if it hurts. Okay?"
She looked down at him.
There was something almost surreal about seeing Kim Taehyung like this.
The same man whose men feared entering his study without permission was kneeling barefoot on a cold kitchen floor at two in the morning, cleaning a tiny cut on her foot as though it were the most important problem in the world right now.
She found herself staring.
Unfortunately, her eyes wandered.
His shoulders.
His chest.
The sharp lines of his abdomen.
She immediately looked away, she was practically ogling at the body of her own husband.
Oh God.
What was wrong with her?
Her husband was worried about her bleeding foot and she was having completely inappropriate thoughts about his shirtless body.
Bad girl.
She could practically hear herself scolding herself.
She looked at him again.
He was still completely oblivious.
Which somehow made her blush even harder.
Taehyung finished wrapping the wound and stood.
"You're not walking."
"What?"
Before she could protest, he bent down and lifted her into his arms again.
Her arms instinctively went around his neck.
"Taehyung, I can walk."
"No."
"I'm perfectly capable."
"No."
She sighed.
"You are extremely stubborn."
He carried her through the dark corridor.
This time, neither of them spoke.
She could feel his heartbeat beneath her cheek.
And he could feel hers.
For once, Taehyung was painfully aware of how close she was.
Her arms around his neck.
Her head against his chest.
Her soft breath against his skin.
He tightened his hold slightly.
Not because she might fall.
Because he didn't want to let go yet.
He carried her into his bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.
She looked around.
"Why here?"
"You're staying here tonight."
She blinked.
"Why?"
“In case you need something. I can't leave you like this.”
He pulled the blanket carefully over her legs before moving toward the other side of the bed.
She shifted beneath the covers, finally giving up. There was little point arguing with a man as stubborn as her husband.
Taehyung noticed her reluctant compliance and a small smile tugged at his lips. He stared at her for a moment, quietly taking in the sight of her curled beneath his blankets.
Then he lay down beside her.
Not too close.
Just close enough.
The room fell silent.
Neither of them spoke, but sleep seemed impossible with their hearts beating far too quickly and the awareness of the other only inches away. She turned slightly beneath the blankets, trying to get comfortable, until she instinctively found herself snuggling deeper into his pillow.
His scent lingered everywhere warm, familiar, unmistakably him.
Somehow, it made her feel safe.
Her breathing gradually slowed as the softness of the pillows and blankets wrapped around her. Her eyes grew heavier, and before long, she finally surrendered to sleep, completely unaware of the small smile that appeared on Taehyung's lips as he watched her settle comfortably into his world.
Once he was certain that she had finally fallen asleep, Taehyung remained awake for a while, watching the peaceful rise and fall of her breathing. The faint crease between her brows had disappeared, and her face looked softer in sleep. He carefully reached over and pulled the blanket higher around her shoulders, making sure she was warm.
And then that dangerous urge returned.
He looked at her lips for a moment before forcing his gaze away. He wanted to kiss her softly, carefully, just once but he knew better than to take something she hadn't willingly given him. Instead, his fingers moved gently through her hair, brushing a damp strand away from her face.
"Goodnight wife" he whispered so quietly that she couldn't hear him.
His hand lingered in her hair for another moment before he retrieved his hand and finally closed his eyes beside her. For once, the restless thoughts that usually kept him awake didn't follow him into the night. She was safe beside him, and somehow, that was enough.
Six months changed more than either of them expected.
The mansion, once frighteningly silent to her, had slowly become home. She knew which staircase caught the morning sunlight, which window overlooked the roses, which maid secretly slipped extra strawberries onto her dessert plate.
She had also discovered something rather amusing.
Everyone in the house was still afraid of her.
Not because she had ever raised her voice or demanded anything. Quite the opposite. She was gentle with everyone, thanked the maids and guards , and once spent twenty minutes convincing one of Taehyung's most intimidating men that he had nothing to apologize for after accidentally breaking one of her flowerpots.
Yet the moment she entered a room, conversations became quieter.
The guards straightened.
The maids became nervous.
And whenever she asked, "Where is Taehyung?" someone immediately answered as though their lives depended on it.
She found it ridiculous.
Taehyung found it entertaining.
He had never understood why his men were terrified of her until one afternoon when he watched one of his most loyal enforcers nervously hand her a shopping bag because she had asked him to hold it.
The man looked as though he was handling a bomb.
Taehyung had almost laughed.
Almost.
He didn't smile often anymore.
But when he did, she had slowly learned that the rare smile was different from the cold amusement he sometimes showed his enemies. Around her, it was genuine. Quiet. Almost boyish.
She had become accustomed to seeing that side of him.
The side no one else knew existed.
Taehyung still frightened her sometimes.
There were moments when his entire expression would turn cold, his voice would become dangerously quiet, and the ruthless man everyone spoke about would return while dealing with people. She had seen him dismiss men with a single glance, watched entire rooms fall silent when he entered, and once accidentally witnessed him dealing with an enemy that time she had gone pale.
Taehyung had noticed and promised himself to make sure she never had to see that side again.
With her, he was different.
He remembered everything.
Her favorite pastry.
The flowers she liked.
The book she had mentioned wanting six weeks ago.
The exact restaurant where she had once said she liked the soup.
Sometimes gifts simply appeared in her room without explanation.
A necklace.
A dress.
A book.
A ridiculous stuffed animal he had pretended was "leftover merchandise" when she caught him placing it on her bed.
He took her out whenever his schedule allowed.
Shopping.
Coffee.
Quiet drives.
Dinner.
Once, he had cancelled an important meeting because she had casually mentioned wanting to see the sea.
He never called it spoiling her.
She did.
"You spoil me."
His response was always the same.
"I don't."
Six months ago, she would have never imagined herself laughing at the mafia king sitting across from her at breakfast.
Now she sometimes forgot he was supposed to be frightening.
Sometimes.
Not always.
There were still moments when she caught him looking at her with an intensity she couldn't understand.
And she would look away first.
She didn't know what that look meant.
Taehyung did.
He simply refused to name it.
In admist of all this she also found a friend - Taehyung's right hand Park Jimin. The only man Taehyung trusted around her. Their friendship had grown quietly over the past few months. Jimin was perhaps the only person in Taehyung's world who could tease him without immediately fearing for his life. He was still careful, of course. Even Jimin knew better than to push Taehyung too far. They had grown up together, survived the same darkness, and although Jimin joked about Taehyung's terrifying temper, he knew better than anyone that the man would never truly hurt him. Their bond went deeper than business. It had been forged long before there was a mansion, an empire, or men who called Taehyung sir.
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A few days later, Taehyung was away on business when the shower in her bathroom suddenly stopped working.
After several attempts to fix it, the maid finally gave up.
"Ma'am, you can use Mr. Kim's bathroom."
She hesitated.
"His?"
The maid nodded quickly.
"Of course. You're the lady of the house, you can use it,sir won't mind."
After a moment, she agreed.
Taehyung's bathroom was everything she expected from him enormous, immaculate, luxurious, and far too intimidating for something as ordinary as taking a shower. She smiled to herself before stepping beneath the warm water.
She reached for the first bottle she found.
His shampoo.
Then his body wash.
She didn't think anything of it until she stepped out and caught the faint scent lingering on her skin.
It smelled like him.
Warm, woody, unmistakably Taehyung.
She didn't know why she liked it so much.
She simply smiled, wrapped the towel securely around herself, and hurried toward her room to change.
She opened the bathroom door.
And stopped.
Taehyung was standing inside his bedroom.
He had returned earlier than expected and was gathering a few files from his desk.
Neither of them moved.
For perhaps the first time in his life, Kim Taehyung forgot what he was doing.
His eyes met hers.
Wet hair framed her face, tiny droplets of water glistening along her skin before disappearing beneath the edge of the towel. Her cheeks slowly turned pink as she realized exactly how she must look standing in his bedroom.
She looked almost unreal.
Like something soft and heavenly that had somehow wandered into his dark world.
Taehyung's fingers tightened around the files.
His mind went completely blank.
She swallowed.
"My bathroom... the shower broke."
He nodded.
Once.
That was all he seemed capable of.
She glanced toward the door.
"I'll just..."
She hurried forward.
And immediately nearly slipped.
Taehyung moved before either of them could think.
One arm caught her securely around the waist.
She collided against his chest holding him firmly.
Everything stopped.
Her breath caught.
His did too.
For several seconds, neither moved.
She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her palms. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin towel, and every instinct in him screamed to pull her even closer.
But he didn't.
He held her only firmly enough to keep her from falling. She looked up and the moment their eyes met their hearts skipped a beat as both of their breaths stopped and suddenly the room felt impossibly quiet with a tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife.
She had never been this close to him.
Not like this.
She noticed the tiny details she had never paid attention to before the dark lashes, the sharp line of his jaw, the small beauty marks scattered across his face and oh his beautiful asymmetrical eyes.
He was unfairly handsome.
She had always known that.
But standing this close made it impossible to ignore.
Her gaze lingered.
Taehyung noticed.
His eyes dropped instinctively to her lips.
Soft.
Pink.
Slightly parted as she tried to remember how to breathe.
For one dangerous second, every rational thought disappeared.
He wanted to kiss her so bad then and there . Also the way she was smelling like him was enough to bring him on his knees, he sniffed shamelessly and almost almost whined holding her even more firmly, oh poor boy he was a gone case.
He had seen many beautiful , attractive ,some half to almost n ude females ready to throw themselves at his feet and not once he paid any attention to them but today his own wife wrapped in a towel in his arms in his room was doing unexplainable things to him which never happened before as he couldn't stop himself from staring at her.
The realization hit him with startling force.
This girl who had slowly filled every quiet corner of his life and heart without even realizing it.
He could have closed the distance but he didn't.
His restraint was the only thing keeping him from doing something neither of them was ready for.
Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips.
Her heart was beating so loudly she was certain he could hear it.
Maybe he could. He tucked some wet hair strands behind her ear unable to control his urge to do something as she gasped and her heart skipped a beat .
Slowly, she stepped backward.
His arm fell away from her waist.
Reality returned all at once.
"I'm sorry," she whispered looking away in embarrassment.
He cleared his throat looking away too.
"It's fine."
His voice sounded rougher than usual.
Then she practically fled.
The door closed behind her.
Taehyung remained exactly where she had left him.
He had completely forgotten why he had come upstairs.
Then he caught the scent of his body wash lingering in the room as his eyes closed briefly.
This was going to be a problem, this girl is going to be a problem.
Across the hallway, she leaned against her own bedroom door, one hand pressed against her racing heart.
She could still feel his arm around her waist.
Still remember the way he had looked at her and the warmth his body provided, she wondered what he was hiding under that shirt as she felt his chest under her palms maybe a well chiseled body....She shakes her head to drive these thoughts away as her cheeks turn red.
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That afternoon, she was sitting in the garden when one of the maids approached her.
"Ma'am..."
She looked up from her book.
"Yes?"
The woman hesitated.
"Mr. Choi is here."
The smile disappeared from her face.
For a moment, she couldn't breathe.
Her father.
She hadn't seen him since the wedding.
Taehyung was downstairs in the basement, dealing with business. She knew better than to interrupt him when he was there.
She closed her book.
"Where is he?"
"In the drawing room."
She stood.
Her heart was already beating too quickly.
She hadn't realized how much the thought of seeing him frightened her.
Not because he could hurt her anymore.
But because some part of her still remembered being his daughter.
Still wanted him to look at her and say he had missed her.
Still wanted to believe that somewhere beneath all his anger, he loved her.
She walked into the drawing room.
Her father stood near the window.
The moment he saw her, his expression hardened.
"So."
One word.
It was enough to make her shoulders tense.
He looked at her wedding ring.
Then at her.
"You seem to be happy and comfortable here."
She lowered her eyes.
"Father..."
"Don't call me that."
Her lips parted.
He stepped closer.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?"
She remained silent.
"You betrayed your own family."
"I didn't betray anyone."
"You married him."
"I had no choice."
"You always have a choice but you choose to hoe around him."
Her eyes filled with tears at such derogatory words.
"You brought shame to this family. You threw away everything I built for you."
Everything.
That word hurt.
Not my daughter.
Not are you safe?
Not are you happy?
Everything ! Even now he was here just to see if she was suffering and paying for what she did to him but instead he found her happy and comfortable which fueled his anger.
She looked at him carefully.
"You didn't come here to see if I was okay."
His expression hardened.
"I came to see what became of my daughter."
She gave a small, broken laugh.
"Your daughter?"
He said nothing.
She wiped the corner of her eye.
"You stopped treating me like your daughter a long time ago."Her voice trembled, but she continued. "You never loved me.You only saw me as something you could use."
"Watch your tongue _____." Her father warned
"You were going to marry me off for an alliance."
She swallowed.
"You were going to sell your own daughter without asking what i wish for ."
The room became silent.
Her father's face twisted with anger.
" You are such a ungrateful girl."
Her heart broke.
"You should have died rather than bring this shame upon me."
She froze.
Those words hurt more than anything else he had said.
Her lips trembled.
For six months, she had built a life where she was valued for herself.
And suddenly, the old wound had been opened again.
She whispered, "Maybe I should have."
His hand lifted.
She flinched.
But the slap never came.
A hand caught his wrist.
Hard.
The entire room went silent.
Taehyung stood in front of her, hiding her away from danger.
His face was expressionless.
That was worse.
Much worse.
He slowly released Mr. Choi's wrist.
"Try that again."
His voice was quiet.
Almost frighteningly quiet.
Mr. Choi stared at him as his body completely shielded her.
"She's not your daughter anymore."
His eyes turned cold.
"She's a Kim now, Mrs Kim Taehyung, my wife. Remember this: she carries my name now. Hurt her, Touch her, and I’ll make you regret ever laying a hand on what’s mine.”
Her father scoffed.
"You think you can take my daughter from me?"
Taehyung's jaw tightened.
"I don't think."He took one step closer.
"I know."
The room seemed to shrink around them.
"You came into my house."
Taehyung's voice remained calm.
"You insulted my wife."
His gaze hardened.
"And then you tried to raise your hand.Do it again, and you'll learn exactly why everyone is afraid of me."
Mr. Choi looked intimidated by his cold aura. He was furious at his daughter but he knew better than to challenge Kim Taehyung in his own house.
He turned toward his daughter.
She was standing behind Taehyung now.
Her fingers had unconsciously curled around the back of his jacket.
Hiding.
Seeking safety.
Taehyung felt it.
Something inside him went painfully soft.
He didn't move until Mr. Choi finally walked away.
The doors closed behind him.
Silence.
Taehyung remained where he was.
Then he turned.
She immediately looked down.
The tears she had been holding back finally slipped down her cheeks.
His expression changed.
The ruthless man disappeared.
He looked at her as though someone had hurt something precious.
"Hey."
She shook her head.
"I'm fine."
She wasn't.
Taehyung stepped closer.
He didn't touch her immediately.
He simply stood there.
Giving her the choice.
She looked up at him.
"I don't understand why he never loved me."
Taehyung's chest tightened.
He had no comforting words.
He wasn't good at them.
So he did the only thing that felt natural.
He gently wiped the tear from her cheek. She looked into his eyes which showed concern, care and hurt.
Something in her broke.
She stepped forward.
Her forehead rested against his chest.
Taehyung froze.
He had been shot before.
Stabbed.
Betrayed.
He had stood in front of death without fear.
But his wife crying against his chest left him completely helpless.
Slowly, carefully, his arms came around her.
He held her as though she were something fragile.
"It's okay," he murmured.
She cried quietly.
He didn't tell her not to.
Didn't tell her to be strong.
He simply stayed.
One hand rested against the back of her head.
Her tears soaking into the front of his shirt, and Taehyung stood completely still. He had faced guns without flinching, watched men beg for their lives without feeling a thing, yet one tear from her felt like a blade driven straight through him. His jaw tightened as anger burned beneath his skin. He wanted to tear apart every person, every place, every memory that had ever made his woman believe she wasn't worthy of love.
He would destroy anyone who tried to hurt her. He would stand between her and every evil this world could throw at her. And if protecting his angel ever meant protecting her from himself, then he would do that too even if it meant tearing his own heart apart in the process.
His arms tightened around her, careful and protective as though he could shield her from the entire world simply by holding her close enough. He wanted to burn the world to ashes before allowing it to hurt her again, she was too soft too pure for this world.
A thought struck him suddenly, and for the first time, it genuinely frightened him. What if she had gone to someone else that night? What if, instead of walking into his study, she had placed her trust in another man? The world was full of people who would have seen her innocence as an opportunity, who would have taken advantage of her desperation and left her with scars far worse than the ones she already carried.She was far too innocent for the world he knew. She trusted too easily, believed kindness too readily, and never seemed to imagine that someone could smile at her while secretly planning to hurt her. Taehyung had spent his entire life learning how cruel people could be; she had spent hers believing there was still good in them. The thought of someone exploiting that softness made something dark and murderous stir inside him as his fists clenched in anger, hurt and fear.
He lowered his face to her hair and silently promised himself that no one would ever take advantage of her again. Not while Kim Taehyung was alive.
Outside the room, several of his men had gathered.
Nobody spoke.
They had seen their boss threaten men.
They had seen him destroy enemies.
They had seen him walk away from blood without blinking.
But they had never seen this.
Their terrifying master stood in the middle of the drawing room, holding his wife like she was the most precious thing in his world.
And perhaps she was.
Taehyung closed his eyes briefly.
He hated that she had been hurt.
Hated that someone had made her believe she was unwanted.
And somewhere beneath the anger was something even more dangerous.
The realization that he could no longer imagine his house without her in it.
She slowly pulled away.
"I'm sorry."
His eyebrows drew together.
"For what?"
"Crying."
"Don't."
She looked at him.
His voice softened.
"Not with me."
For the first time, she looked at him differently as he managed to pull some strings of her heart.
She saw him not as the dangerous man she had married because she needed protection.
Not as her father's enemy.
Not as the man who had manipulated a frightened girl into a one-year marriage.
But as the man who had listened to her when nobody else did.
The man who had protected her without asking anything in return.
The man who had just held her while she cried.
Maybe Taehyung wasn't as bad as she had believed.
Maybe there was something good hidden beneath all that darkness.
And perhaps, for the first time, she was curious enough to find it.
She looked at him for a long moment.
Taehyung noticed.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing."
But this time, when she smiled at him, it was different.
And Taehyung felt something inside his chest shift.
He didn't know what she was thinking.
He only knew that he wanted that smile again.
He wanted it for the rest of his life.
And for the first time, the one-year marriage he had never intended to end suddenly seemed far too short.
Taehyung stood at the entrance, watching her walk slowly through the enormous foyer while the servants lowered their heads and his men stood rigidly against the walls. She looked completely out of place among them. Too soft. Too delicate. Too innocent for a house built around violence.
Her wedding dress trailed behind her, the delicate fabric brushing against the dark marble floor. A few strands of hair had escaped from her carefully arranged hairstyle, framing her face in a way that made her look less like a bride and more like something that had accidentally wandered into the wrong world.
Taehyung had seen beautiful women before.
He had never cared.
Beauty had always been another weapon in the world he lived in. Something people used to manipulate, deceive, seduce. He had learned very young not to be impressed by it.
But she was different.
There was something painfully untouched about her.
She looked at everything with those wide, curious eyes, as though she had walked into another universe. When one of the guards stepped aside for her, she gave him a small, polite smile.
The man nearly forgot to breathe.
Taehyung noticed.
His expression hardened.
"Move."
The guard immediately lowered his eyes and stepped away.
She looked at Taehyung, confused by the sudden command.
He didn't explain.
He simply walked beside her.
She had no idea that half the men in the mansion were afraid to even look at her because she was standing beside the one man they feared more than death itself.
And she certainly didn't know that Taehyung had already decided that no one in this house would ever make her uncomfortable and everyone will give her equal respect just like him afterall she is his better-half .
She reached the staircase and paused.
"Which way?"
Taehyung pointed upward.
She nodded and began climbing.
He followed a few steps behind.
It was strangely quiet.
Neither of them knew what to say.
They had been married for less than an hour.
They were practically strangers.
Yet she had his ring on her finger.
His surname.
His house waiting for her.
His entire world suddenly wrapped around her.
She reached the top of the staircase and looked back.
Taehyung was still standing below.
"Are you coming?"
He stared at her for a moment.
Then he followed.
She didn't notice the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth.
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Her room was at the end of the corridor.
Taehyung opened the door.
She stepped inside and stopped.
For the first time that evening, her face completely softened.
The room was beautiful.
Not extravagant in the way she had expected from him. It was warm. Cream-colored curtains. Soft lamps. Fresh flowers. A bookshelf near the window. A small vanity covered with everything she could possibly need.
And on the bed was a pale pink robe.
She walked toward it and touched the fabric.
"This is mine?"
Taehyung nodded.
She looked around again.
"You did this?"
Another nod.
She smiled.
It was small.
Almost shy.
But Taehyung felt it somewhere deep in his chest.
He looked away.
He had no idea why.
Perhaps because he didn't want her to see how much that tiny smile affected him.
She walked toward the balcony.
Outside, the gardens stretched beneath the moonlight.
She opened the doors.
Cool air rushed into the room.
Her hair lifted around her face.
Taehyung stood near the doorway and watched.
For a moment, she looked almost unreal.
An angel standing in the middle of his darkness.
He had spent years turning this place into a fortress.
A place where enemies were brought to their knees.
A place where people whispered his name with fear.
And somehow, in less than a day, she had walked into it and made it feel like a home.
He didn't like how easily she had done it.
He liked it far too much. His gaze lingered on her.
She had no idea how easily she had been manipulated.
She had come to him asking for help.
He had offered marriage cunningly, knowing she would be left with no other option than to marry him instead but she is not that naive, she had negotiated the terms.
One year.
Separate lives afterward.
She believed she had walked away from that conversation victorious.
She didn't know that Taehyung had agreed to every condition because he knew that she was the asset , the key of her father with which he can form stronger alliances so Taehyung took away his enemy's most precious possession- his key to form alliances.
He had simply been patient enough to let her believe it was her idea amd she would be free after one year.
" I am leaving now. Incase you need me my room is next to this room. Make yourself comfortable."
Before leaving, he glanced once around the room.
"Anything you need, tell the maids."
As if summoned by the words, two women appeared quietly at the doorway.
Both immediately lowered their heads.
"Ma'am."
She smiled at them.
"You don't have to be so formal."
The two women exchanged a nervous glance.
They were terrified of Kim Taehyung.
And now, somehow, they were terrified of the woman he had brought home too.
Not because she had done anything frightening but because she was his and everyone in this house understood what that meant.
She looked at them with innocent confusion.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"No, ma'am," one of them hurriedly replied.
Taehyung watched the exchange.
Then he looked at the women.
"Make sure she's comfortable."
"Yes, sir."
He turned to leave.
She called after him.
"Taehyung."
He stopped.
She hesitated.
"Thank you for everything."
He looked back at her.
For a moment, the ruthless expression he wore so naturally disappeared, he nods curtly and then he left for hus room.
The moment the door closed behind him, he loosened his tie and stood silently in the darkness.
He had brought her here.
The daughter of the man he hated.
The girl who had trusted him enough to put her life in his hands.
She believed she had made a deal.
One year.
She would probably spend the first few months thinking she had outsmarted him.
Taehyung almost smiled.
He had no intention of correcting her.
Not yet.
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The maids spent the next hour helping her settle in. She apologized every time one of them carried something for her.
"Please, I can do that."
"It's our job, ma'am."
"You can call me by my name."
They looked horrified.
"Ma'am..."
She sighed softly in defeat, they are too scared of Taehyung and won't listen to her no matter what.
"Fine."
They helped her arrange a few things, showed her the dressing room and explained where everything was. She thanked them after every little thing.
By the time they left, both women had the same strange thought.
She was nothing like they had expected.
She was gentle.
Polite.
Almost painfully innocent.
And somehow that made her seem even more precious.
She changed into a soft nightdress and slipped beneath the covers.
The room was quiet. Safe.
For the first time in weeks, she didn't feel like she had to be afraid of what tomorrow would bring.
She didn't know why.
Perhaps because Taehyung had given her something no one else had.
A choice.
She closed her eyes.
Tomorrow would be the beginning of her one-year marriage.
She smiled faintly.
One year.
She could handle that.
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The next morning, she woke late.
The mansion was already awake.
After getting ready, she stepped into the corridor and looked around.
One of the maids noticed her.
"Good morning, ma'am."
"Good morning."
She smiled.
"Where is everyone?"
"Breakfast is being served downstairs."
"Okay."
She followed the maid toward the dining room.
The enormous dining table was already occupied.
Taehyung sat at the head.
He was dressed completely in black, his sleeves rolled to his forearms, a cup of coffee untouched beside him.
Several men stood around the table.
She stopped at the doorway.
Something was wrong.
Taehyung's voice was cold.
"Do you understand how much money you lost me?"
The man standing before him lowered his head.
"Sir, I made a mistake."
"A mistake?"
Taehyung pushed back his chair.
His eyes were terrifying.
"You were given one job and you failed." Taehyung's voice echoed in the silence
"I'll fix it." He trembled in fear
Taehyung's jaw tightened.
"You'll fix it? Really? Wait let me fix it fir you once and for all." His hand went inside his jacket.
The man immediately went pale.
Taehyung pulled out his gun.
She gasped.The sound was small.Barely audible.
But Taehyung heard it.
His head snapped toward her.
She stood frozen at the doorway. Her eyes were wide. Afraid. Not of the gun.Of him.
For one second, Taehyung stared at her.
Then something inside him shifted as he looked into her eyes, he hated seeing that fear in her eyes, he hated seeing her her afraid of him so his hand slowly lowered.
The room became completely silent.
He put the gun away.
"Get out."
The man didn't move.
Taehyung's voice hardened.
"I said get out."
The man practically fled.
Everyone else remained.
Then she walked toward the table but didn't sit.
She simply looked at him.
"You shouldn't do that."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
"Do what?"
"Point a gun at people."
"They made a mistake."
"They work for you."
"I know."
"They're human beings."
His jaw tightened.
She continued, apparently forgetting that everyone in the room was staring at her in absolute disbelief.
"They're the people who work for you every day. They protect you. They probably save your life all the time. You can't just threaten to shoot someone because they made one mistake."
Taehyung stared at her.
No one spoke to him like this.
Ever.
His men were looking between them as though they had suddenly forgotten how breathing worked.
She folded her arms.
"And shouting doesn't make people work better."
Taehyung remained silent.
She mistook his silence for disagreement.
"It makes them scared."
His eyes remained fixed on her.
"People who are scared of you won't tell you when something goes wrong. They'll hide their mistakes."
A pause.
"And then you'll have bigger problems."
Taehyung slowly leaned back in his chair.
She had no idea she was lecturing the most feared man in the city.
She only knew that he had frightened someone who worked for him.
"So," she finished softly, "be kind to them."
Silence.
One of the men at the table looked down, desperately trying not to react.
Another looked as though he had witnessed a miracle.
Taehyung simply watched her.
There was no anger in his face anymore.
Only something unfamiliar.
Something almost warm.
She finally realized everyone was staring at her as her cheeks turned pink.
She pulled out the chair beside him and sat down.
She picked up her fork.
Taehyung looked at her.
Then, after a moment, he looked toward his men.
"Tell him to be more careful next time."
Everyone froze.
The man nearest to him blinked.
"Sir?"
Taehyung's gaze sharpened.
"Did I stutter?"
"No, sir."
"And tell him his job isn't in danger."
The man's expression changed immediately.
"Yes, sir."
The room slowly began breathing again.
She looked at Taehyung.
He looked back.
"What?" he asked.
She smiled.
"Nothing."
For some reason, that tiny smile made something inside his chest ache.
Taehyung picked up his coffee.
He had spent years believing kindness was weakness.
That mercy was something enemies exploited.
That fear was the easiest way to control people.
And now a girl who had entered his life less than twenty-four hours ago had sat beside him and calmly dismantled an idea he had carried for years.
Worse?
He had listened.
Actually listened.
His men would probably spend the rest of the day wondering what had happened to their boss.
Taehyung knew exactly what had happened.
He had looked into her innocent eyes and discovered that, for some inexplicable reason, he wanted to become a better man when she was looking at him.
He glanced at her plate.
She wasn't eating much.
"Eat."
She looked at him.
"I am."
"More."
She frowned.
"You sound like a father."
His mouth twitched.
"Then eat before I start behaving like one."
She laughed.
It was soft.
Warm.
Completely out of place in his dark dining room.
Taehyung looked at her for a moment longer than he should have.
Then he lowered his gaze to his coffee.
He didn't know what was happening to him.
He only knew one thing.
The girl sitting beside him was the softest thing that had ever entered his world.
And somehow, without even trying, she had already begun changing it.
A forced marriage. A dangerous husband. An unwanted love that slowly becomes impossible to resist.
Inspired from Taehyung's '2.0' mv look 🤭
Pairing - Mafia King Kim Taehyung × Enemy's daughter
Genre - Romance, comedy, fluff, smut ( minors do not interact)
Summary - She went to the most feared mafia boss in the city asking him to save her from a forced marriage. He did, just not the way she expected. Kim Taehyung crashes her wedding, kills the groom and marries her himself. He is hopelessly in love with her.He can terrify an entire city, but when it comes to his wife, the ruthless mafia boss is completely, ridiculously whipped.
Parts - 1 2 3 4 5
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Ch -1 The Wedding
The bride was supposed to smile.
That was what everyone kept telling her.
Smile for the cameras. Smile for the guests. Smile for the family. Smile as the man she had never loved slipped a diamond onto her finger.
She smiled even though tears threatened to spill from her eyes behind the veil, b ecause if she didn't, her father would make sure she'd regret it.
Her wedding wasn't a wedding.
It was a transaction.
Her father's family needed an alliance. The groom's family needed her father's empire.
And she - she was the payment.
She stood beneath a cathedral-sized chandelier, dressed in white, staring at a greedy man who had never once asked what she wanted, his smile was disgusting and his lusty eyes were making her stomach coil in disgust as her hands trembled beside her.
"Do you miss Choi ____ take Mr Han as your lawfully wedded husband and pleadge to support him in sickness and health?"
The priest's voice echoed.
She swallowed and closed her eyes. She sighed in defeat-
"I..."
The doors exploded open.
Everyone turned.
A man walked into the church.
Black suit. Black gloves. Not a single expression on his face.
Behind him came armed men.
The music stopped.
The priest froze.
Her father stood abruptly.
" What the hell."
The stranger's eyes moved across the room.
Then stopped on her.
And everything changed.
Kim Taehyung who had come prepared to destroy an alliance had not prepared to see her.
She looked terrified.
Beautiful.
And somehow completely out of place among these monsters.
His gaze softened for approximately half a second.
Then the coldness returned.
"Taehyung."
Her father stepped forward.
"You have some nerve."
Taehyung smiled.
"I've been told that."
His eyes moved to the groom.
The groom reached for the gun hidden beneath his jacket.
He wasn't fast enough.
A single gunshot shattered the church.
Silence.
The groom collapsed.
Taehyung didn't even look at him.
His attention was entirely on her.
"You asked me to save you and couldn't wait for me for few more minutes?" He teased with a smirk
Her eyes widened.
Nobody else knew.
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Three nights earlier, she had stood outside Taehyung's gates in the rain. The guards had immediately raised their weapons.
"I need to see Kim Taehyung."
One of them laughed. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
"Then leave."
She swallowed. "I'm his enemy Choi Jaeum's daughter."
The laughter stopped.
Twenty minutes later, she was standing in his study.
Taehyung sat behind a massive desk, dressed entirely in black. He didn't stand. He didn't offer her a seat. He simply looked at her.
Cold. Unreadable. Dangerous.
"You have five minutes."
She took a breath. "My father is marrying me off tomorrow."
"I know, So what ? How does it concerns me?"
Her eyes widened. "You knew?"
"I know everything that is related your father."
She clenched her fists. "Then you know I don't want it."
"I know."
"Help me."
His eyebrow lifted clearly amused "And what exactly do I get?"
She placed a folder on his desk.
"My father's plans."
Taehyung glanced at it.
"The alliance between my family and the Han family is going to make them nearly untouchable. If this wedding happens, they'll merge their businesses."
It sparked Taehyung's interest.
"If you want revenge against my father, this is your chance."
He opened the folder.
Inside were documents, financial records, names and information that could destroy the alliance before it even began.
Taehyung slowly closed it.
"And what do you want?"
"Freedom."
He leaned back. "That's all?"
"I want the wedding stopped."
His eyes remained on her.
"And where will you go?"
She hesitated. "I don't know."
"Then what happens after I stop it?"
She had no answer.
Taehyung studied her for a long moment before saying, "Marry me."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Marry me."
She stared at him as if he had lost his mind.
"You want to marry your enemy's daughter?"
"I want to destroy your father's alliance."
"And marrying me does that?"
"Completely."
He leaned forward. "Your father wants you married to strengthen his alliance. If you marry me instead, the alliance collapses."
She considered it.
It was dangerous. Insane. But it was also the only plan she had.
"How long?"
Taehyung paused. "What?"
"The marriage. How long?"
Something almost amused appeared in his eyes.
"You really negotiate everything."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
She looked down at the folder, then back at him.
"One year."
Taehyung smiled. "Fine."
"And after one year, we go our separate ways."
"Fine."
"No interference in my life."
"Fine."
"No controlling where I go."
"Fine."
"No pretending we're actually in love."
That one made him pause.
Only for a second.
Then-
"Fine."
She extended her hand. "Deal."
Taehyung took it, his fingers closing around hers.Something inside him shifted.
He didn't know what it was. He only knew that he suddenly didn't like the idea of one year ending.
Not even a little.
But he said nothing.
Because she didn't know yet.
The deal she thought would last one year?
Taehyung had already decided he would make it last forever.
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He had seen her three nights ago.
But seeing her now, dressed in white, standing beside another man? Something dark and possessive twisted inside his chest. So he shot him.
"She is my bride now." He announced loud and clear
The entire church went silent.
Her eyes widened.
"What?" She froze.
Taehyung immediately walked to her. He extended his hand.
"Come."
She stared at it, then at him.
"You actually killed him."
"He reached for a gun."
She looked at the fallen man, then back at Taehyung.
"You could have warned me."
"You were standing too close."
He glanced at her dress.
"Besides, I didn't want your wedding dress ruined."
She stared at him.
"You're unbelievable."
"I've been told."
She reluctantly placed her hand in his.
The moment their fingers touched, Taehyung's expression softened.
He pulled her gently toward him.
Her father shouted, "You can't take my daughter!"
Taehyung turned.
"Actually, I can."
"Begin the ceremony again. Groom is finally here." He smirked as priest immediately began with the vows.
He slipped his ring into her finger as 'I Do's' followed naturally.
" I pronounce you as husband and wife. Now you may kiss the bride."
Her breath hitched as he leans forward and lifts her veil. He softly pressed his lips against for for mere seconds but enough for her to feel that how soft was them. He almost whined at such short duration.
"You think this changes anything?" Mr Choi's voice echoes in the hall
"It changes everything."
Taehyung's voice became dangerously calm.
"Your alliance is finished."
Her father stared at him.
"You planned this."
Taehyung smiled.
"Of course."
Her father understood.
The wedding had been destroyed.
The alliance was dead.
And the daughter he had intended to use as the final piece of his business empire was walking out of the church with his greatest enemy.
Jin adopted him from his jungle trip when he was a cub after he was abandoned by his own pack. [ Right hand of Seokjin ]
6) Jungkook ( drugs and weapon dealings overseas (export-import department ) × his high-school sweetheart lover
Both are psychopaths, the first couple of the group are mostly on a mission always together.
7) Seokjin ( Mafia King ) × enemy's daughter
[ prefers to stay unknown and mysterious and is often unpredictable ]
Disclaimer- Characters portrayed in this ff have no relation with any real-life person, character or incidents
Author's Pov - I always wanted to write a OT7 Mafia ff and here I am. Uploading chapters might take time as life got too busy but still I will take out time to write to my heart's content whenever I'll get time . ❤️
(Sua will be Y/N for this part, as you will read everything from Sua's POV.)
Genre - Yandere mafia ff
Warning- contains smut, minors do not interact.
Part of Bangtan Dawn Series.
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Yoongi was excited because today Bangtan was visiting Chenyol's father's funeral along with Hoseok, and he would get to see you there. He wouldn't lie when you approached him at Hoseok's wedding, he knew that you were the woman for him.
He loved the way you carried yourself—so elegant, such a smart woman. Perfect beauty with brains. That few-minute conversation was enough to turn his world upside down, and he lost his heart to you. He asked his men to gather information about you as soon as possible; he wanted to know everything about you.
He even had a conversation with your father after your stepsister Chenyol's wedding, asking for your hand in marriage, but he rejected the proposal. His anger was quite evident in his eyes.
"I am not a fool to give both of my daughters to you criminals. I will never let her marry you. I have already lost Chenyol, but no Y/N will not go through the same fate. I am ready to give up my life, but I won't let you touch my daughter!" he shouted.
Yoongi clenched his fists in anger. If that's what this old man wanted, then Yoongi would definitely grant his wish of death.
He planned everything so connivingly and made it look like a heart attack of course, with the help of Dr. Kim Namjoon.
He smiled smugly as he watched you leaving the funeral venue to pick up a call. He followed you to talk to you, but to his surprise, when you picked up your call—
"....It's okay, baby. If you didn't get today's flight, I won't mind, really...."
Y-You have a boyfriend?? What the fvck!
Yoongi fumed with anger.
"Yes, I know I have to pay the last installment of my university fees after exams. I will pay it with my father's insurance money....... Yes, don't worry about it. I have enough money and my dad's credit card to survive for now..... No, I don't have time to do a part-time job as my final exams are starting in three months. I just have to finish my last semester, then I will get a stable job. I will be financially independent in no time."
Yoongi's eyes darkened at this piece of information.
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You were crying in your apartment as you had just gotten the news about your boyfriend's demise. You constantly questioned your destiny. What had you done to deserve all this? First your father, and now your loving boyfriend.
You were just recovering from this trauma when destiny played another card. Suddenly, your father's credit card and insurance money got blocked. Someone filed a complaint against your father for earning money through illegal means and storing black money, so as the investigations went on, your source of income stopped.
You survived on your savings and little more than bread, milk, and water.
And as if this was not enough, you received a notice from your university stating that this year they would be collecting fees before exams. That meant you would have to pay your university fees before being allowed to sit for the exams.
Everything completely devastated you, and you tried your best to collect money from all possible resources. But just as night never lasts forever, these hard days weren't forever either.
Your light in this darkness became Yoongi. He was the devil disguised as an angel, but for you, he was your hero.
You met him a few days later. He was in the area around your university for some work when he noticed you. He asked you out for coffee, and for a change, you didn't refuse.
You really needed someone to talk to these days, as even Chenyol was suffering in her marriage, and you couldn't bring yourself to burden her further with your problems.
Yoongi asked you about your life. You tapped your feet nervously in a dilemma over whether you should actually tell him, but then you had no other option, and he was the only person who could help you in this crisis.
He held your hand across the table and softly brushed his thumb against it to help you calm down. His warm touch and gentle voice triggered your emotions, and you broke down in front of him.
He hugged you in his protective arms as you opened your heart to him and cried it all out.
He supported you financially, and honestly, you couldn't have been more thankful. You promised him that you would repay everything as soon as you got a job.
You were not lonely anymore after his arrival.
He started visiting your apartment often and even staying the night. You got into the habit of having dinner together, followed by breakfast in the mornings.
He was your savior, your hero.
You admired him a lot, and maybe at some point, you even became attracted to him. How could you not? He was always so kind, so gentle, and so helpful toward you just like a family member.
You would always be thankful to him.
His light, playful touches turned into hugs, then small pecks here and there, and to be honest, you didn't mind. Soon, they turned into passionate kisses, followed by passionate nights and weekends where you both fvcked through out the day matching eachother's energy and s_x drive . A perfect match indeed.
Being with Yoongi was always wonderful, even mind-blowing. It always left you craving more. You craved those intimate moments with him, followed by his warm embrace, which always brought both of you the most peaceful sleep imaginable and oh that tongue don't even get me started on that, it was your favorite and always made your toes curl be it in down your throat or in your p_ssy as he ate out for hours like a madman he is leaving you with shaky legs.
He was like an antidote to your sufferings.
One day, after your graduation, you found Yoongi kneeling in front of you with a ring in his hand and a full-blown marriage proposal.
To which you refused.
Yes, you were attracted to him, no doubt, but marriage was a big deal. You couldn't just rush into it. You weren't ready at all.
You wanted a few years for yourself. You had just graduated with big dreams regarding your career.
That's when you noticed something change in him.His eyes and aura darkened.His once-soft voice changed.That person was not the Yoongi you had always known.He was a different person.He grabbed your shoulders in a painful grip, making you hiss.
"Y-Yoongi, you're hurting me!"
"And what about my heart, Y/N? It's hurting because of you. I supported you throughout your journey, and this is what I got in return? A rejection? What kind of ungrateful person are you, Y/N? How can you do this to me?"
"Yoongi, I never promised to marry you. And about the money, I will return everything to you with interest. You accompanied me as a friend. There were no love confessions or promises—"
"Really? So I fvcked you like a friend? Is that the kind of bond you have with your friends? What kind of slut are you, Y/N? Do you whore around your friends normally?.
"Stop please!" Tears brim her eyes at his crude words.
" Now i get it . Now i can see it all clearly so you gain attention and sympathy from men after narrating your oh so sad life stories." He clenched his teeth
"Stop it!!" Your heart broke into millions of pieces.
"Just To pull them into your bed and gain financial support from them in the end." His voice icy cold.
"STOP!"
You slapped him across the cheek as an uncomfortable and dangerous silence followed. His head turned sidewards eyes shut and nose flared as a fitting rage took over him.
Then
"You will regret this. I swear, I will make you regret this, Y/N. You will come back crawling on your knees to me." He said slowly almost dangerously while moving his head to look at her dead in the eyes.
Then he moved back slowly and abruptly turned around to walked away shutting her main door with a loud sound which made your heart jump in fear , and you dropped to the floor, sobbing and crying your heart out.For once, you thought everything was going well, but you had been terribly mistaken.
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"Hold your horses, Yoongi!" Seokjin scolded.
"Her father's murder was one thing, but you also killed her boyfriend. Do you even have any idea how difficult it was for Jimin to manage the legal matters overseas?"
"It won't happen again, hyung. I promise. I just wanted those two to be killed."
"No more overseas killings! Okay?" He warned in a stern voice. "Do whatever you want in your home country, heck I don't care but when it comes to someone overseas be careful next time."
Yoongi nodded in obedience as a smirk formed on his face.
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The next few months went well as you started a part-time job to fulfill your basic needs. You were sending your CV to different fashion designers for internships, but none of them responded.
Then one day, you met your school friend Hayoon. She was a medical student who was about to start her residency at one of the best hospitals in Seoul. She helped you secure an internship under one of her aunts, who was a fashion designer.
Mrs. Song was a kind and talented woman in her mid-fifties. You were going to learn so much under her guidance.
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After One Year
You were invited to the gender reveal party of Chenyol and Hoseok's baby.
You had been overjoyed by the news of your sister's pregnancy a few months ago, and now you would finally get to meet her. You were on cloud nine, but suddenly your excitement dimmed a little as you remembered that Yoongi would be there too, and you would have to face him again.
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You hugged your younger sister as both of your eyes glistened after meeting each other after so long. After all, you were the only family each other had now. You congratulated Hoseok, who was beaming from ear to ear.
"I can already see the future," Taehyung said.
"What?" Jimin asked.
"Hoseok hyung being wrapped around the little finger of his future daughter, just like he is with her mother, Chenyol."
Jungkook snorted. "Can't agree more."
"I am happy for hyung, though," Namjoon said, and everybody agreed.
"Noona, you should not work yourself too much, you know." Taehyung held Chenyol's shoulders and gently made her sit down, which brought a genuine smile to her face.
"I am fine, Tae, really!"
She patted his head lovingly like an elder sister, which brought a smile to your face. Your sister was finally settled, and she was happy.
You met the other gang members too. Jungkook and Jieun were the most welcoming among them, and you enjoyed your time with them a lot.
But then Yoongi arrived, and you simply couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Such was your hatred toward him.
A small handshake was the only interaction you had with him.
You excused yourself to go to the washroom, but Yoongi followed. As you were about to close the main door, he suddenly entered and trapped you between his arms and the door.
"What the fvck, Yoongi?" you hissed.
"Shh! Doll, at least let me get a clear view of your beautiful face. I have missed it a lot." He tried to hold her cheek but she slapped his hand away .
"Let me go, Yoongi!"
He looks at her from head to toe as if memorizing her.
"Oh, I'm not even stopping you. Just remember, you can always come back to me, you know."
He moved his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, but you moved your head away as he sighed in annoyance. He is dying to touch to feel you to hear those giggles, those moans, his name on your pouty soft lips - oh how good they feel against his lips, his skin and wrapped around his c_ck svcking the life out of him. He grunts as he feels heat traveling to south as his d_ck throbbed to life once again.
"I will never come back to you. Get that shit into your little brain." His tance is broken by your sharp voice and his eyes sparkled with challenge. After an uncomfortable silence, Yoongi smirked and left, leaving your heart thumping wildly inside your chest. This definitely gave you a bad feeling about something that might go wrong in the future.
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"Thank you so much, Mrs. Song. I don't even know if I am worthy of this."
Your eyes glistened. Mrs. Song patted your shoulder.
"You are definitely a deserving student, Y/N. Your designs are out of this world. You have so much talent. I know you will nail this fashion show."
"I will do my best to keep your trust, ma'am."
You worked hard for the fashion show, and finally, the big day arrived. You displayed your talent, and everyone was impressed. You started receiving offers to work with top-notch fashion designers. You were overwhelmed that finally things are going your way and your struggles and hard work is paying off.
A few days later, when you woke up one morning, your phone was flooded with messages and countless missed calls.
What came next was your biggest heartbreak one that shattered you from the inside out.
Someone came forward with proof claiming that you had copied their designs and used them as your own. Soon court trials were held, and you were accused of plagiarism and as expected you lost your reputation and Mrs. Song's trust - your last source of support.
Her disappointed face started haunting you at night. The way she said those words, they made wounds deeper than the cuts by knife "My child, I think I pressured you too much, which led you to take such a step. You should have told me before doing this. I would have removed your name from the contest."
Your mind kept on repeating these lines and soon your body was flooded with sleeping pills, antidepressants as you could not afford therapy sessions. Infacr once a thought of ending your life crossed your mind but no you are not a coward so you did not ponder it too much. So you decided to fightback and struggle to make ends meet but nobody was ready to give you a job taking your reputation into consideration as a result of which within a few months, you were about to be thrown out of your rented apartment due to a lack of money, as you were too mentally disturbed to even start a part-time job.
Basically, now you were about to become homeless, jobless, broke, and burdened with a ruined reputation but the list did not end here you also had to hurry because if the court found you guilty in the final trial, you would be fined and sentenced to a minimum of two years in prison. You tried your best to gather evidence but failed miserably.
So basically you reached at a point in your life where everything became so miserable that you started getting flashbacks of your good time with Yoongi again and again. The only good time you got to spend after losing your loved ones. But would he accept you back?
That question lingered in your mind.
You had to try at least once. You remembered how he had offered you the chance to come back to him, which didn't seem so bad now. You had already lost everything. There was nothing left to lose except for your self-respect, and if losing that might bring you money and peace - you were so ready to sacrifice even that.
You got dolled up in your most body-hugging outfit, one that accentuated your curves, and applied sultry makeup before heading to the Syndicate using the address Yoongi had once given you.
After reaching his mansion to ypur surprise nobody stopped you as if they were expecting you infact one of his men guided you inside his home. You saw him sitting in his drawing room in a well fitted suit as smell of tobacco and expensive room freshner hits your nose. His eyes sparkled when he saw you standing at his door. His mansion reeked of luxury and was well maintained. You have always dreamed of this luxury for yourself but with your own money ofcourse. You felt like you did not belong at such a high class lavish place as you were living your life on bread milk in a cheap rathole apartment that to in outskirts of city. Your eyes wandered around with mouth half open as everything was too shiny and you were dust a dirt spoiling the beauty and opulence of such place. Insecurity never hit you that hard.
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He immediately ordered all the maids and guards to leave, giving the two of you privacy.
"Welcome, doll. I told you that you would come back into my embrace. I know you missed me too, just like I missed you." He smiled smugly.
Your eyes never left the floor as you walked toward him in shame.
"No. Stop!" You froze in your tracks.
"Crawl to me."
Your eyes widened as you looked at him, your throat went dry.
He smirked. "Come on, baby. I know you can."
Your cheeks reddened with shame, but you had no other option so you got down on your hands and knees and slowly crawled toward him leaving your self-respect at the door the moment you entered the mansion.
The sight clearly pleased him as he bit his lower lip clearly loving it. This is your place, this is where you should be, always at his mercy ready to obey his any command and he was so ready to give you the world in exchange for your obedience.
As soon as you reached him, he held your chin looking into your eyes intently to make sure you know that you lost and he was the clear winner here. He pulled you onto his lap desperate for your touch as he longed for you so much and caressed your cheek lovingly as the rings in his finger shined. They seem to be expensive enough to run your cheap apartment for years , Shit! Thats was poverty does to ones might , your body is always in survival mode. "What brings you here, doll?" His question broke you from your trance and you told him everything before pleading-
"Please help me, Yoongi. I will do anything you want. Just get me out of this mess. I can't take it anymore. I can't handle it on my own, i am so done now." Your eyes glistened.
"Don't worry, baby. Now that you're back in my arms, I promise you will never have to go through all that again."
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at his suggestive tone.
"Look around you."
You looked around and were astonished by the mansion surrounding you. It was huge, classy, and luxurious.
"Everything you see here can be yours, love. But for that, you will have to marry me and give me my heir. I don't care whether it's a boy or a girl. I will love both my children equally. Will you accept that?"
"I-I agree, but I have a condition!"
You looked into his eyes fiercely.
"You will transfer half of your legal property into my name. I don't ever want to go through that kind of financial crisis again. I am too afraid of going broke now, Yoongi."
You sounded so vulnerable that it softened his heart.
He chuckles as he throws his head back .
" That's it? Baby everything is yours . I will get our marriage and property papers ready. I will ensure your financial stability with me and even after me ."
You lean forward claiming his lips in a fervent kiss as he is taken aback by your move at first but then he gropes your @ss while kissing you making you gasp in between the kiss .
He breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes hungrily.
"Strip!"
You gasp but do as he wants. You strip out of your clothes.
He brings your hand down to his crotch stroking himself with your hand as he gasps closing his eyes and you need not to be told twice what to do next.
You got down on your knees relieving him from his confines as you stroked his c_ck , he groaned in pleasure.
" You are doing so well doll! Come on now take me inside that mouth of ypurs . I missed it a lot , no matter how much I fvcked my fist or other woman just to get the steam off, it was never enough."
He lets out the loudest moan as you take him inside your mouth and he bucks his hips up making you gag and choke. " Yes doll j-just like that. My good girl, knows how to take daddy's c_ck . " You try to bob your head and lick him as he throws his head back, eyes closed in pleasure as soft gasps and grunts leaves his lips. Soon he had enough of it, he holds your face in between his palms pushing down your mouth till your nose touched his pube hair. He holds you on your place and fvcks your mouth at a punishing pace as couch dragged against floor a little making noise along with your gagging sounds because of his powerful thrusts . Tears stream down your face mixing with your saliva . Suddenly he removes himself as you gasp loudly catching your breath.
" Get up I will cum_ only with you wrapped around me, that is inside you ."
He takes you into a kiss and then makes you sit on his lap , slowly he lowers you down on his c_ck as you both moan and grunt in unison .
" Fvck Dolly you always feel so good ! You got tighter with time but don't worry I will losen up it again in no time. Seems like poor baby did not get time to get her brains fvcked out but no worries when i am here you will get just that every night. I will make sure to keep you filled you will never sleep with an empty cvnt thats a promise."
He kept his hands on the handrest of couch and leaned back " Go on show me how much you deserve to stay here, get fvcked by my c_ck as I promised you and how sorry you are for your previous actions or i wont let you c_m." You hold his shoulders and desperatly fvck yourself on him to prove him how much you want everything.
" Yes baby use me , use me for your pleasure. Fvck!" Yoongi's mouth was half agape and his eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure.
You let out one of the most melodious and pleasurable mo@ns for him as you started nearing to your end.
After a while as you get tired he holds you in place tightly to his chest and thrusts upwards as fvcks you from below . You mo@n loudly as he reaches the deepest parts inside you making your toes curl . You hold his shoulders as shame washes over you that he was still dressed while you were complete bare , vulnerable and putty into his hands. He brings down his hand and rubs your cl_t to help you to reach your high, you clench around him which made him let out a loud grunt. "Doll, you need to relax or I will burst inside you even before you get to c_m."
He held the back of your head placing your head in his nape as your senses are hit with his strong expensive cologne while his other hand held your waist , holding you in place tight against him as he starts with his rough thrusts pushing the air out of your lungs. His thrusts were powerful and deep making you whimper gasp and moan at the same time, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body trembled in his hold. He grunts as you bit at the junction of his neck and shoulder at the overwhelming feeling. Soon you came hard trembling in his hard as he fvcked you through your high as his org_sm followed shortly after.
He held you against him in his arms not ready to pull out any sooner and pecks your forehead and lips lovingly.
" Let's take a shower, doll ."
He held you in bridal style as you went limp in his hold clearly exhausted mentally, physically, emotionally, he walked towards his room .
After getting a shower and a quick round two against shower glass. He tucked your tired body in his bed and joined you .
He pecks your lips and made you have a good fulfilling dinner in bed which you ate like a starved woman as his eyes softens at your state but it was your own doing, you should have accepted his offer back then but nevertheless you are here and that's all he want.
" Now sleep tight doll ! Forget about all your worries . I will handle everything . " He pecks your forehead . Finally after you don't know how long you got a peaceful sleep without any worries in his protective, loving and warm embrace. You won't leave these arms ever now !!
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Jieun was so excited on your wedding day as finally another lady will be added to the group.
Vows were taken followed by kiss . You both prepared for this wedding together. You went out on wedding shopping dates infact you even had s_x in one of the changing rooms but that's a little secret of you both. You both were literally rabbits in heat as you fvcked around every furniture of your house be it kitchen, couch, his study room, his office, fireplace, bedroom, shower, hell you both have a little to no shame as you even fvcked infront of your servants, poor people they were left to be traumatized by the deed of their master and mistress.
Yoongi kissed you lovingly as he holds you . You reply to the kiss with same passion. You both were new power couple after Jungkook and Jieun never leaving eachother's side even for even a second.
Finally after wedding you both kneeled in front of Seokjin as you placed your hand on your belly . You both swear your and your future children's loyalty towards Seokjin and Mafia syndicate.
[Note: You will read all seven parts from the POV of Y/N, though she will have her own name in other parts. For example, Jhope's girl is Y/N in this part, but in the other parts I will refer to her as Chenyol, which will be her actual name throughout the series. In the next part, it will be Yoongi × Y/N, and you will be reading the story from the POV of Yoongi's girl, who will be Y/N for that part. I hope you get my point.]
JHOPE × READER
Genre - Yandere Mafia ff
Warning : Contains SMUT minors are advised to not to interact .
Part of Bangtan Dawn Series
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Jhope barged into the house with his men following behind him.
He grabbed the collar of the man sitting on the couch.
"I told you not to make me come get you, but look what you've done now."
The man trembled in fear as he pleaded with Jhope to spare his life.
"I have already given you enough time to repay your loan, but all you did was lie to my men. I was considerate enough to extend your deadline, but look where it got you."
He retrieved his gun from behind his back and pointed it at the man.
"Now give me one solid reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out!"
"Please! Please! Give me some more time. I promise I'll repay you as soon as possible."
"If you think I'll buy your lies, then you're heavily mistaken."
He pressed the gun against the man's forehead as he continued trembling.
Suddenly, Jhope felt cold metal pressed against the back of his head. His jaw tightened in annoyance. No one dared to mess with Bangtan, so whoever this person was clearly didn't value their own life.
Jhope raised a hand, signaling all of his men to lower their guns.
He turned around, and what he saw next came as the biggest shock of his life.
The person daring to threaten him was actually a woman, and one around his age at that.
His eyes shone with amusement and newfound curiosity. Never in his life had he met someone as daring as this woman. There was a fire in her eyes that captivated him and left him speechless.
She was the epitome of courage and beauty.
The more he looked at her, the more beautiful he found her—perfect facial features and long, lustrous hair.
Then he noticed her slightly trembling hands and smirked. It was obvious she was scared as hell, but somehow she managed to hide it.
"No! Daughter, I told you to stay away from all this. What are you doing?"
Jhope's ears rang with that word—daughter.
She was fighting for her father so bravely, even though she knew they could never win against him.
If this was her devotion toward her father, then her future husband would be one lucky man.
His eyes darkened as he looked into hers, causing her breath to hitch.
Within a fraction of a second, he made his move.
He snatched the gun from her hand and turned her around, crashing her back against his chest.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo and shamelessly took a whiff of her fragrance before letting her go.
He handed her over to one of his men and continued threatening the middle-aged man.
"Say goodbye to your daughter, Mr. Kang."
He pressed the gun against his forehead once more.
"No!" she shouted, struggling to free herself.
"One... Two... and—"
He stopped when he found the girl kneeling in front of him.
She had somehow managed to free herself from his men's grip.
She begged for her father's life.
Jhope paused and stared at her for a moment.
Then he looked at her father.
"Fine. If your precious daughter is pleading this much, I'm willing to extend your deadline. But I have a condition."
He looked toward Y/N and placed a finger beneath her chin, directing her to stand.
Mr. Kang's eyes widened.
"Repay your loan within two weeks, or I'll wife up your daughter in no time."
She trembled slightly as she swallowed nervously.
Jhope left.
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"Oh no, he sounds so dangerous, Y/N."
The coffee shop worker spoke to her friend, who was holding her head in distress.
"I know, Dae."
"Don't worry. I'll try to help you financially as much as I can."
Y/N looked at her best friend as she held her hand.
"Thank you so much, Dae. But I'll take care of it myself. I don't want to drag you into this mess. You're already struggling to pay your university fees."
She sipped her coffee while her best friend gave her an empathetic look.
"We should at least report this to the police."
"It's no use, Dae. They're powerful people. It won't take them long to manipulate the case."
Dae hugged her, her heart aching for her friend.
She could swear she could hear Y/N's heartbeat increasing in distress.
Dae possessed heightened senses of smell and hearing, but it was her little secret because nobody would believe her.
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Jhope joined the rest of the gang for a meeting.
Soon, Seokjin arrived, and everyone bowed before taking their seats.
Seokjin radiated a dark aura. He walked with his broad chest held high and maintained perfect posture even while sitting.
His clothes were always crisp, usually dark-colored shirts tucked neatly into tailored pants. He owned a collection of some of the most expensive watches available.
His face remained cold and expressionless most of the time.
He scanned the room and immediately noticed Jungkook's empty seat.
Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, he sighed.
He had definitely spoiled the youngest one.
Moments later, Jungkook entered with a girl holding onto his arm.
Seokjin glared at him for being late.
Jungkook smiled nervously.
"Oppa, we're really sorry. It won't happen again."
Jieun pouted as she pleaded on behalf of both herself and her husband.
She always managed to melt Seokjin's heart because he genuinely saw her as a younger sister.
In fact, all six of Jungkook's hyungs adored her and spoiled her endlessly.
She had been with them from the very beginning through both their highs and lows.
"Fine. Take a seat. Hurry up."
Seokjin sighed.
He had definitely spoiled these younger ones.
Seokjin looked towards Jhope with a knowing expression.
"Before proceeding with today's meeting, Jhope, would you mind telling us what kind of deal you made with Mr. Kang that day?"
"For once, I could expect something like this from Jimin, but damn! Hobi hyung is on fire these days," Taehyung remarked.
Jimin smirked in agreement.
"Our wolfie is right."
Taehyung growled at the nickname. He absolutely hated it, but Jimin never backed down from teasing him.
"Oh my God, are we getting another woman in our gang? That will be fun! I get so bored being surrounded by all these men."
Jieun chirped excitedly, bringing a smile to Jungkook's face. As always, he adored her.
"I am not in favor of forced marriage, hyung," Namjoon stated.
"Oh, don't worry, Joon. It won't be forced."
Jhope smirked slightly.
"How are you so sure about that?" Jin questioned.
"Because I'll make sure Mr. Kang gets no money to repay us. I'll cut off all his resources and make sure they don't have a single penny. Eventually, that girl will agree to marry me under my conditions."
His eyes darkened as an unreadable expression crossed his face.
"I am already loving it," Yoongi commented with a smug smile.
"I don't think she'll ever be able to love you this way, Hobi," Namjoon said with concern.
"There is no such thing as love in this world, Joon. This emotion was created only to weaken powerful men. You should kill that seed the moment it gets planted in your head."
Seokjin's voice was stern.
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For two weeks, Hoseok followed her and tried to learn more about her.
He discovered that she was a kind-hearted woman who, despite earning very little, still donated part of her savings to various NGOs.
She had a fire in her eyes, a desire to change the world.
She was everything he had ever wanted.
His mind was constantly occupied by thoughts of her.
He had never felt such attraction or pull toward anyone before, and without realizing it, he slowly fell for her.
He just needed to tame her rebellious nature a little, and she would be the perfect wife.
Now all he had to do was wait for the final day.
After two weeks...
Jhope crouched down in front of the kneeling Y/N, who was on the verge of tears.
"Hey, I don't want tears in the eyes of my future wifey," he cooed.
"P-Please, can we get some more time? I beg of you."
Mr. Kang pleaded desperately.
The past two weeks had been hell for them. They had tried everything in their power to arrange the money, but everyone had refused them loans.
Jhope locked his jaw and stood up.
Grabbing Mr. Kang's face in a painful grip, he glared at him.
"You are extremely lucky that you're the father of my bride. Otherwise, I would have shot you by now."
He grabbed Y/N by the arms and pulled her to her feet.
Wiping away a tear that slipped down her cheek, his eyes softened.
"Get ready. We're getting married tomorrow. I'll send you the bridal dress and everything else you'll need."
Y/N shook her head continuously in denial, pleading for more time.
But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
"Be present at the wedding venue tomorrow with your daughter. You can invite your close relatives and friends too. I don't mind. After all, it's Y/N's wedding as well."
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The next day...
Y/N was almost ready in her wedding dress inside the venue's dressing room.
Jhope had sent some of the best stylists and makeup artists for her.
Now she stood alone, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
The fitted bridal gown looked beautiful on her.
All her dreams were going to shatter today.
She had always dreamed of marrying the love of her life and living a normal, happy, romantic life.
Instead, reality had turned out to be anything but normal.
Still, she wasn't going to give up easily.
She would fight until the very end.
"Y/N?"
Y/N turned around and found Dae standing there.
Immediately, she rushed into her arms and broke down crying.
Tears welled up in Dae's eyes too as she witnessed her friend's misery.
"Y/N, I've made all the preparations according to your plan!"
Hope instantly lit up Y/N's eyes.
"Thank you so much, Dae!"
Dae was in the middle of explaining the details of the escape plan when another woman entered the room.
"Sua unnie!"
Sua was Y/N's older stepsister.
Y/N hugged her and quickly explained everything.
Sua immediately agreed to help.
"I'll distract that lazy feline man guarding this area. You escape with Y/N through the back door. Hurry. We only have ten minutes."
Sua left the room.
A few minutes later, Dae carefully opened the door and found Yoongi standing with his back facing them.
"Y/N, hurry up and put on this long coat. Thank God your dress isn't too heavy or too flowy. It can be hidden easily."
The two of them ran toward the parking lot.
Dae pointed toward a car.
"Go! Get in quickly! Your father is already inside."
Y/N immediately got into the car and drove away with her father.
Dae froze when she noticed one of Bangtan's members parking his luxurious car nearby.
Crossing her fingers, she silently prayed as she watched Y/N's car disappear without being noticed.
Taehyung stepped out of his car.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance caught his attention.
He closed his eyes, strangely pleased by it.
It wasn't a normal human scent.
It was different.
Something he had never smelled before.
He took another breath.
The more he inhaled it, the more drawn he became.
The scent was calming, comforting, almost like home.
Even the wolf inside him growled in delight.
Without thinking, he began following the scent.
But despite searching everywhere, he couldn't find its source.
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Y/N was driving when suddenly another car blocked her path.
Within seconds, several more vehicles surrounded her, making escape impossible.
Hoseok stepped out of the car blocking her way.
His jaw was locked in frustration.
He had never imagined Y/N would attempt something like this.
Otherwise, he would have tightened security.
But somehow, this courageous act made him fall for her even more.
He truly loved this woman.
He yanked open the car door and pulled her out despite her resistance.
"I've already had enough of your tantrums today, so don't make things even harder for yourself."
"Get the old man!"
he shouted to his men to grab her father before dragging Y/N toward one of the cars.
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Holding Y/N's hand tightly, Hoseok dragged her toward the priest while she struggled to break free.
The wedding guests watched in stunned silence.
"You will marry me, or it won't take me a minute to end your father's life."
He gestured toward his men.
Immediately, they aimed their guns at Mr. Kang.
Y/N's heart nearly stopped.
"I have been nothing but good to you from day one, and this is what I get in return?"
Hoseok glared at her father.
Then he took Y/N's trembling hands in his own.
His eyes softened the moment he looked at her.
The priest began the ceremony.
"Miss Kang Y/N, do you take Mr. Jung Hoseok as your lawfully wedded husband?"
Hoseok's grip tightened.
As the seconds passed, his patience wore thinner.
Just as he raised his hand to signal his men, Y/N finally spoke.
"I do."
She surrendered for the sake of her father's life.
Hoseok released a breath of relief.
He slid a ring onto her finger.
"I would like to see that ring on your hand at all times, wifey. Otherwise, the consequences won't be pleasant."
He whispered the words as applause filled the venue.
"Now you may kiss the bride."
Hoseok wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer before pressing his lips against hers.
She didn't respond.
Still, he couldn't stop himself from thinking how soft her lips felt.
The priest then began reciting the rules Y/N would have to follow as the wife of a mafia leader.
"Tonight will be the night of the marriage's consummation."
"You are expected to give Mr. Jung an heir as soon as possible."
"You are expected to obey him at all times."
"You cannot work outside the mafia syndicate."
"Bullshit," Y/N muttered under her breath.
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After the wedding, it was time for the main ceremony.
Hoseok and his bride knelt before Seokjin and swore loyalty to Bangtan and the syndicate on behalf of themselves and their future children.
"Welcome to the syndicate, Mrs. Jung."
Seokjin officially accepted her as one of them.
Hoseok stood with Y/N at the entrance of his home, holding her hand.
"Stop being so rebellious about our marriage and decide to give it a chance. One chance is all I'm asking for, Y/N. I promise to give you the world. I'll make you my queen. From now on, you will be the lady of this house, and everyone here will respect and obey you just as they are devoted to me. But if I see signs of resistance, I won't think twice before punishing you."
Y/N looked at him with lifeless eyes. His heart ached at the sight of them having lost their sparkle.
"Oh, so you're one of those fragile-ego men who beat their wives just to satisfy themselves?"
He was stunned by her reply and immediately cupped her face.
"Never! I repeat, I will never raise my hand against you, Y/N. You're very precious to me, darling. I just want a chance to prove my love to you. I want to love you until the very end. I want you to grow old by my side as my queen. And about punishment I never said it would be physical. There are many other ways to punish someone, and hurting you is definitely not one of them."
Y/N found truth shining in his eyes. He wasn't lying.
"My way of wifing you up might have been harsh, but my intentions toward you are not bad. One chance is all I want."
He looked into her eyes intently.
She slowly removed his hands from her face, causing his heart to sink a little.
"You can have me as your wife, but I will never love you, Jung!"
The fire that had disappeared from her eyes returned, and strangely, it brought Hoseok relief. He wanted her whole, and it was this rebellious nature that drew him even closer to her.
"No worries, jagiya. My love will be enough for both of us."
Y/N found herself speechless.
She looked away.
"I'm tired. I want to rest."
"Yeah, sure, darling. Let me show you our bedroom."
That night, Hoseok was sitting against the headboard when Y/N emerged from the bathroom.
She stood in front of him and opened the robe of her nightgown, causing his eyes to widen slightly.
"What-"
"Aren't we supposed to consummate our marriage tonight according to the rules? Isn't that why you're still awake so late?"
Anger was evident in her voice.
"You know what? You can have my body, but you'll never touch my soul-"
Hoseok cupped her face before she could finish.
"I will never touch you without your permission, Y/N. We will consummate our marriage, but only when you want to. I will never force myself on you. I want you as a whole, Y/N not just your body, but your soul and your heart too."
She could swear her heart skipped a beat at those words, but she wasn't naïve enough to fall for sweet talk. Actions mattered more than words.
"Oh really? Aren't you the lawman of Bangtan? I thought you'd be the strictest among them when it comes to rules."
"That I am. But you are the exception. For you, my dear lady, laws are meant to be broken."
He winked, leaving her speechless once again.
"Now come on. Let's sleep. It's already late."
He walked back to the bed while she followed him like a lost puppy.
"H-Hoseok."
"What is it, my lady?"
"Am I allowed to work?"
She sounded vulnerable, and she hated it. She had never wanted to depend on anyone.
"Yes, of course. Nobody is going to stop you. You can work within the syndicate."
"No. Not within the syndicate. I mean at the elementary school where I used to teach."
Hoseok sighed and thought for a moment.
"Y/N, it's not in my hands. Jin will never allow that. He wants the laws to be obeyed without any exceptions."
Her face fell, and the sight pained Hoseok.
"You can teach children within our syndicate, though. We have schools in our community. I can get you a job at one of them."
Her eyes lit up with renewed hope. She had always loved teaching.
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Slowly, Y/N adapted to life in his house and accepted it as her new reality.
Hoseok spoiled her with all the luxuries and affection in the world.
She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, which boosted her ego and kept those flames alive within her because, in the end, she felt as though she had won.
She spent huge amounts of money shopping and buying luxurious items to distract herself from the pain this marriage had caused her.
She even owned a walk-in closet now, filled with expensive things she had once only dreamed of having.
Even though she put quite a dent in his wallet, Hoseok never complained. In fact, he spoiled her even more.
Recently, on the six-month anniversary of their wedding, he gifted her a baby pink Rolls-Royce with her name engraved on it.
All she had to do was ask, and whatever she wanted would appear at her feet in the blink of an eye.
She had also become familiar with all the members.
She grew closest to Taehyung, and the two genuinely developed a brother-sister bond.
She found Jieun to be a sweet girl she could always lean on. Jieun became her constant companion, guiding her through everything, and Y/N enjoyed her company the most.
She still remembered how Jieun had been the happiest among them to meet her.
Though, if she were being honest, she missed Dae. If she could have kept her there too, she would have.
Hoseok and Y/N were more like a real husband and wife now, though intimacy was still missing between them.
But Hoseok was a patient man.
They had kissed several times already.
It started one night when Y/N entered their room after taking a shower elsewhere. Her hair was still damp, and Hoseok was walking around with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
That night, Y/N couldn't stop herself from staring at his well-built chest and defined abdomen.
He truly was a handsome and charismatic man with an impressive physique.
"Like what you see?" he teased.
She looked into his eyes, which turned out to be a huge mistake.
The moment their gazes locked, he slowly started walking toward her.
He tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, and suddenly she felt warm standing so close to him.
His eyes dropped to her lips, and hers did the same.
Deciding to take a chance, he leaned in.
This time, she didn't resist.
After months of tension, they finally kissed , she grabbed his nape pulling him closer as he bit her lower lip, she moans feeling heat traveling to south, he enters his tongue inside her mouth cupping her ass as her breath hitched, their tongues fight for dominance, she feels his hardon pressing against her and she pulls him ever closer as it presses on her body even further making him moan in the heated makeout session satisfied but his voice eventually brought her back to reality.
She immediately stepped away and left.
Y/N was stubborn, and she secretly relished the fact that she was keeping him deprived of something he desperately wanted.
It gave her a strange sense of power in this twisted marriage.
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Soon, she received news that turned her world upside down.
Her father had passed away from a heart attack.
She found herself mourning beside her stepsister at his funeral, while even Bangtan attended to pay their respects.
That day, Y/N cried endlessly in Hoseok's arms as he supported her through everything.
She had lost her only blood relative.
Now, the only family she had left was Hoseok.
The emotional burden became so overwhelming that she eventually began attending therapy sessions.
"Mrs. Jung, I think you should consider having children now. It may help you rebuild your life. You are devastated because you've lost so much your family and the freedom to choose your own path. Having children could give you something new to focus on so Instead of focusing on what you've lost, perhaps it's time to cherish what you still have. You have a loving husband, and husbands like Hoseok are rare in our syndicate. Please don't let your past define your future. Build a new life with him."
Those were the therapist's words on the final day of her sessions.
Later that day, Y/N walked into Hoseok's study.
He was busy reviewing documents spread across his desk.
The moment he saw her, his eyes softened.
She stopped beside the desk, and he stood up immediately.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"What brings you here, my lady?"
"H-Hobi."
He hummed and kissed the back of her hand.
"I want a child."
Hoseok's eyes widened in shock.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined hearing those words from her.
"W-What?"
"Yes, Hobi. I want a child."
He gently cupped her cheek.
"If that's what you want, darling, then who am I to say no?"
With that she holds his nape and pulls him in for a kiss . He holds her waist pulling her even closer and deepens the kiss . They pour their longing in that kiss . Soon kiss turned hot as they got indulged in a hot makeout session . He breaks the kiss to knock off piles from the table and holds her waist holding her up to make her sit on his table and crashed his lips on her as they kissed fervently . He opened the ropes of her night gown exposing her neck and chest. His kisses travelled down covering her chest and neck in hickeys and eliciting pleasurable moans and sounds from her .
" Shit! This is even better than what I used to imagine in my fantasies . Don't worry baby I will keep you full of my c_m until you get knocked up with my kids ."
He kneels down as he slowly pulls down her p@nties kissing down on his way .
He opens her thighs and groans on seeing her wet c_nt . He immediately dives in for a taste like a starved man suck_ng and lick_ng . She throws her head back as she gives the sweetest m@ans .
" Shit! Baby I can spend whole night here you taste like heaven but then we are on a mission. " he speaks in between and then dives in again making out with her other lips.
"Shit! Your lips here are so wet so swollem, they are making such pretty sounds for me." He slurps and licks playing with her cl it sucking on it making her scream.
"I can't wait any longer I need to be inside you so bad."
He stood up wrapping her legs around his waist and holds her by grabbing her ass as they kiss on their way to bedroom .
He lightly thew her on bed and hovered above her immediately .
He grinds his crotch on her pelvis as they kiss fervently , his hand travels south as he inserts two fingers inside her
" Need to prep you first pretty baby or It might hurt."
She arched her back pushing her chest towards him as his eyes darkened on seeing her prominent nip_les , he attached his mouth suck_ng them and she gasped then moaned his name loud unable to comprehend so many sensations at the same time .
"H-Hobi! nnghh baby!"
He removed his fingers and licks them clean while staring intently into her eyes as her breath hitched on this dirty action of his . He held both of her wrists above her head with one hand and his large body frame hovered above her, he looked so majestic so hot this way which turned her on ever more oh she was so ready to get railed by this majestic man.
"It might stung and pain at first but I promise to make pleasure follow just trust me okay." He assured her.
Slowly he starts to enter inside her, they moan and grunt in unison as her insides reshape to accommodate him, she arched her back as it became overwhelming for her with her insides being teared apart , her chest touches his , he takes her into a deep kiss to distract her from pain and give her time to get used to his size.
"Hobi y-you are so big, so hard, so warm."
"All for you baby, all for you. It's your doing." He pecked her forehead furrowed in pleasure.
"M-move please !"
he starts moving on her request at his own pace as bed creaked beneath them .
" So tigh_t baby ! Shit !" He groaned in pleasure throwing his head back as he moved inside the wet cavern feeling all the ridges against his d_ck.
" Even after all the prepping, how are you still so tight? I am loving it so much that I can stay embedded inside you forever. I might never allow you to leave my bed after this, gonna always keep you full of my c_m and then eat you out too to clean it up like the starved man I am just to fill you up full again. I am gonna plant my seeds so deep inside you and get you nice and round with my child."
He pulls out as she whimpers at the loss.
"Oh your hands and knees. Now!" He commands.
He hardened even further on seeing her in that position as if that was even possible and dived in for another taste, her upper body fell face down on the bed whimpering taken aback at the sudden action.
He stood up a pumping himself, holding her waist he entered again as she moans loudly.
"Yes baby scream my name, let then know who's making you feel so good."
He pounds and rails her from back holding her head down as their bed violently crashes against the wall with each of his powerful thrusts.
"Shit baby you are clenching me so hard. Want my c_m that bad? You minx!"
His dirty talks helps her to reach her high . She trembles in pleasure as she c-ms without warning. He continues to thrust holding her in place trying to reach his high desperately. He thrusts for one last time embedding himself deep inside her by holding her shoulders to prevent her from moving away and cums deep inside her riding his high with few more thrusts, painting her walls with ropes after ropes of so much c_ m enough to get her pregnant as it starts seeping out.
He pulls out staring at his c_m seeping out of her as his d_ck twitches again slowly starting to get hard again.
"Seems like it's gonna be a long night for us." She speaks staring at his hard on with wide eyes.
"Oh sure it's gonna be." Hoseok smirks.
He pushes his c_m back inside her with his fingers as she immediately holds his wrist.
"Hobi I am sensitive."
He bites his lower lip. "Just making sure you take all of it . We can't afford wasting a single drop now can we ?"
After pushing it all inside satisfied he hugs her taking her into a kiss her . " I love you !" He mumbles in between the kiss.
This makes her heart skip beats as it warms up.
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Next part : Yoongi
[ it will go Asper series that I have given in the introductory part . You can write your questions if there are any regarding this I will answer them in a separate part of QnA for this series. ]
When Love Felt Like Rain: Soft, Healing, Unending ♡
Pairing - Bf Jimin × Gf Reader
Genre - Slowburn
Warnings - Smut ( minors are advised not to interact)
Summary- Your Long term boyfriend finally made love to you ❤️.
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The road stretched endlessly under the dim orange of the setting sun. The air between was warm, soft ,the kind of silence that had grown familiar over months of this relationship and little acts of intimacy- holding hands, soft kisses, warm hugs , cozy cuddles , hot makeout sessions but never the real act .
Jimin and you were driving back from your little weekend trip ,the kind of trip that left unspoken things heavier than luggage. The music on the radio hummed low, matching the rhythm of their hearts that refused to fall in sync.
Then, the car gave a sputter , a small jerk and stopped.
Jimin frowned, hitting the steering lightly.
“Great,” Jimin muttered. “Middle of nowhere.”
You looked out through the windshield — just empty fields, dusky sky, and the faint promise of rain. “Maybe there’s a motel somewhere nearby,” you said softly trying to calm the situation as Jimin's worries faded at your soft assuring voice .
You both got out and decided to find a motel nearby to stay the night .
You walked down the road as wind carried the scent of wet earth before the first drop fell.
Soon It began with a drizzle as you looked at the sky and gasped.
" Oh no!" Jimin felt the water drops across him as he looked towards you worrying .
Soon the sky broke open and within minutes, you both were drenched — clothes clinging to skin, hair plastered, eyes glittering with a mix of rain and something deeper. You squealed, half laughing, half shivering.
“This is insane!” you said giggling , wrapping your arms around yourself . Jimin grins at your reaction, God! You are so adorable.
You noticed his gaze , that same gaze u’d felt countless times, the one that always made ur heart stumble.
“Stop staring,” u whispered, smiling faintly.
“I Can’t, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me” he said, almost under his breath holding your hand pecking ur knuckles so lovingly ,your heart warmed up. You looked down shyly but then you noticed how his shirt is all drenched and sticking to his well sculpted body and peaking abs , you gulped turning hot as you looked away.
He pulled you closer to him by your waist as your breath hitched and placed a kiss on your lips before removing his coat and covering you .
" Let's go , I don't want my girl to fall ill." You blushed at his 'my girl'.
He holds your shoulder and pulls you in his arms as you both conti your journey to search the motel.
The rain softened, turning into a mist as u both finally spotted the dim glow of a motel sign ahead.
Soon u reached the reception of the motel all drenched, u were alloted a room.
The motel room was small — wooden walls, a single bed, and a little fireplace flickering in the corner. The air smelled faintly of pine and something old, something warm.
Jimin shut the door behind him, shaking his hair dry like a boy, droplets landing everywhere as you giggle at how adorable your boyfriend is.
" Go get freshenup __ !" Jimin insists
" But Jimin y-"
" What ? You want me to join you ?" He smirked as he teased tucking a wet hair strand behind ur ear . Your cheeks turned hot as you quickly shake your head .
" I-I was saying that , wait near fire place or you will make yourself sick."
" So you don't want me to join you." Jimin pouts playfully pulling your leg as your cheeks and ears turns red and you started fidgeting with your fingers nervously trying to form words . Suddenly a warm hand cups your face .
" I am kidding, my love . I would never want you to do anything that you are not comfortable at, hmm? Your comfort is my priority. " Your heart melts as you look into his eyes which were shining with so much honesty. You lean and peck his cheek before leaving for washroom.
Finally after getting freshen up Jimin sat beside you on bed , you both were in bath towels as both of ur clothes were still drying . You pull him closer searching for warmth as u snuggled closer to him placing your head on his chest .
You both were breathing heavily as air around you turned hot and that was the moment u decided to initiate things between u both because Jimin would never as he cares for you and your comfort alot . He has assured you at the begning of your relationship that he would never force himself on you , if u ever feel ready to take things ahead with him then you just have to initiate and he will take the lead . You hear thunder storms in the background, it will start raining again anytime soon.
You lift your head up looking into his eyes as you both stare at the new profound desire in eachother's eyes , u connect ur forehead with his and stay like that for a while . Jimin takes u into a deep passionate kiss. He just doesn't kisses but eats u as u moan in his mouth. He sucks on ur tongue as ur toes curl on that sensation.
You hold his bathrobe pulling him even closer and tap his shoulder on being out of breath as he parts with eyes still fixed on your lips.
He bites his lips as he goes for another kiss.
" Shit! I won't get tired of them ever ." He mumbles in your mouth.
You chuckle in between the kiss as you wrap ur arms around his neck moaning in between the kiss. Jimin's hand travelled inside ur bathrobe to hold ur bare waist, he careesed ur waist with his thumb and ur eyes flutters at the sensation.
You push him back being out of breath as Jimin chuckles pecking ur forehead.
" Don't worry you will soon get used to holding your breath a little longer because we will practise it everyday."
He taps his lips and then looks down at that area of him.
" Oh God! Jimin you are such a pervert!!"
You shout closing ur eyes as Jimin breaks into laughter at ur flustered state.
You get up and throw pillows at him as he dodges them successfully.
You gasp as he holds ur wrist and pulls u under him on bed laying u on ur back.
He looks at u from head to toe as he leans towards ur ear and whispers " You look better under me!" You get flustered hitting his arm playfully.
" Jimin!!" You shout
Jimin chuckles at ur flustered state. He moves back a little as he cups ur cheeks and careeses them with his thumbs looking into ur eyes intently. " I love you__"
You hold his shoulders to stable yourself as his words were enough to break a emotional storm inside you .
He pecks ur forehead as ur eyes glistens and a tear escapes ur eyes but Jimin is quick to wipe it off.
" I love you too Jiminie, more than anything!"
You hear under thunder and sound of rain pouring down but you both were too busy to hear that . He leans down to rub his nose on yours affectionately and moves back to looks into ur eyes . Your breath accelerated as his eyes darkens with desire , lust and love mirroring urs.
You nod slowly as he dips his head in the crook of ur neck as you sigh at his hot breath and soft breaths . Slowly almost teasingly his hands starts opening the rope of ur bathrobe. He opens it but still doesn't looks down to avoid making you uncomfortable all of a sudden . Your heart melts at his gesture as you pull him closer holding his bathrobe to whisper in his ear " Go ahead! Don't stop love, make me yours."
Jimin's eyes shines as he holds your palm.
" You trust me with that __? Are you sure. I-I don't want you to regret anything later specially this special moment of ours. Please be sure love."
Your heart warms up.
" I wasn't more sure ever, ever in my life. I want you in every way possible. Be mine Jimin."
Jimin's heart almost bursts at that as he pecks at the back of ur hand.
He pressed his lips on your kissing you deeply , his kisses travels down from ur lips to ur neck towards collarbones .
He blows air at one of your nipple -you arched your back fluttering your eyes shut for few seconds before looking back at him , he circled it slowly with the tip of his finger teasingly and flicked it side to side . You moaned loudly as he pinched it with a playful glint in his eyes . He takes it in his mouth without breaking the eye contact sucking it while playing with other nipple with his hand , eliciting beautiful moans from you which travelled straight to his member as it twitched . He gave sane treatment to the other nipple sucking them to his hearts content .
" You are so beautiful my love, so so beautiful! "
He pecks every part of your body running his hands tracing your curves as u sigh relishing in his touch closing ur eyes.
He lays u down again after getting rid of ur and his bathrobe. He starts kissing your neck sucking and licking down on his way as u turn ur head to side to give him more access . You watched how rain dribbled outside the window making you want to lose herself in the arms of ur lover then those thunders which want u to pay attention to this moment of intimacy between u both .
He sucks at a particular spot making u part ur lips as u moan gripping the hair of his nape scratching -making him groan.
He settles himself in between ur legs as u run ur nails teasingly along his back making him sigh. Ypu press his hips more into you and moan on feeling his hardon above ur pussy .
He chuckles a bit.
" Someone's Impatient!"
" J-Jimin please! Enough of the teasings now !"
He bites his lip as he smiles.
He pecks ur lips as he positions himself at ur entrance and with one smooth thrust he enters .
" Shit!.. So tight , fits like a glove !!" Jimin moans
You moan along with him loudly closing your eyes shut.
He placed his head in the crook of ur neck to give you sometime to adjust , his hot breaths were sending shivers down ur spine.
" Y-You can move now."
He starts with slow thrusts as his cock rubs against your velvety walls slowly making u go crazy and u feel all the ridges and veins of his cock in the process which makes her toes curl in pleasure. It was slow , sensual and so consuming .
He cups ur face and takes u into a sloppy kiss to distract you from pain as he increases his pace gripping the headrest .
You grip his hair as you moan and mewl uncontrollably with sounds of rain and thunder in the background increasing the desire of u both even more .
He groans loudly in pleasure as u clench around him.
" Relax love relax!.." He chuckles softly pecking your lips multiple times connecting ur foreheads later as u both close ur eyes basking in eachother's love .
" I love you, I love you the most __"
You smile as ur eyes glistened.
" I love you so much more Jimine"
You runs ur hand on his back. He holds your legs throwing them on his shoulders , angling his hips again pounding into you at a deeper angle as your eyes rolls back , you clench the bedsheet in your fingers . " Shit! I am close Minnie, I am close." You gasp for air at his punishing pace .
" Jimin!" You cry at the overwhelming pleasure.
" Let it go darling, I am there too."
You arch your back and climax around him.
"Fuck! So hot ." He stares at you in awe.
Jimin groans reaching his own climax as he tries to pull out but u grab his hips preventing him from pulling out as his eyes widens .
" No! No!! Please! Please give it to me, I am on pills. "
He groans loudly at the thought of bursting inside her. .
" Oh baby you will make me go crazy this way. Want me to fill you nice and good ? You want to roam around with my cum leaking between your legs ? "
You mewl at his dirty words turning on even more -you nod quickly.
"Shit! I'll give it to you , I'll give it to you all . Stuff you good with my cum , plant my seeds deep inside your tight walls , make you round with my kids . "
He groans as he bursts inside you making you climax a second time at the thought of carrying his baby though you both know that in reality you are on your pills but it just felt good to think about having a baby together for a while .
He falls on ur chest breathing heavily , u run your hands through his hair soothingly and u both stay like that for a while feeling eachother being connected in the most intimate and closest way possible .
He gets up after a while cleaning you and himself.
He lays down as he opens his arms for u, u immediately rush into his arms and enjoy his aftercare as he showers u with kisses and praises while caressing ur back to sooth you.
That night witnessed the completion of another lovestory ♡ as u both were drenched in eachother's love .
Warnings : Contains SMUT and lots of fluff ( minors do not interact)
Summary : At the Night of your honeymoon you were fvcked to bliss by your husband.
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You both are in your hotel room tired from traveling paris all day , it was your last night as your flight back to korea was scheduled next day.
Taehyung lays down beside you as he opens one of his arms for you . You smile moving closer to him as you both cuddle . Taehyung runs his hand through your hair. You pout at him as Taehyung pecks your pouty lips softly . You blushed biting your lower lip at his unexpected move.
" What is it darling?"
" Our vacation is over, Tae. I really enjoyed this vacation of ours."
" Hmm me too love."
" I really enjoyed every moment I got to live with you." You whispered looking into his eyes.
You both stare intently into each other's eyes as environment around you turns hot. You run your hand on his bare chest giving him goosebumps . He moves his hand under your top touching your bare skin softly as you close your eyes with a sigh relishing his gentle touch.
Slowly he hovers above you as he cups your face and pecks your forehead. He pressed his lips on yours kissing you passionately pouring all his love for you as you mirrored his actions when you both part from kiss he looks into your eyes which were shining with so many profound emotions and all the stars of galaxy as your heart warms up , he asks for consent to go ahead.
You nod smiling giving him signal to go ahead and lightly peck his lips . He unbuttons your nightsuit top as his fingers grazes your skin giving you goosebumps instantly . He dives into your neck running his nose . You gasp as he pecks ur neck, soon he started licking and sucking eliciting pleasurable mo@ns from you . You try to supress ur moans with your hand as Taehyung parts removing your hand and interlocks your fingers with his . He rubs his nose on urs whispering.
" Let it out love don't stop yourself , lose yourself in me, Let me take care of you. Let me love you right, Yeah?"
You smile as your eyes glistens a little.
" Please kiss me Tae!"
Taehyung immediately connects his lips with yours and kissed out all ur insecurities and uneasiness as you relaxed into touch. He rubs his hands on ur inner thighs and parts ur legs making space for him as his kisses travels down ur jawline to collarbones.
You both were under duvet out of clothes breathing heavily.
" Do you want me to stop darling. We can stop right now and just cuddle to sleep if your are even a bit unsure." He cups your face with concern in his voice making your heart flutter.
" No! No please make love to me ! D- Don't stop today !"
Taehyung holds ur hands and pecks ur palms intertwining his fingers with urs and locking them beside ur head. He finally enters you till brim as you both gasped loudly feeling complete in the most intimate moment. You felt so full at that moment. " Oh god, Tae!" You gasped loudly
He moves locking his jaw as he was trying his best to refrain himself and let you adjust to his size , tears trickle down ur eyes at the overwhelming feeling of being so full and pleasred .He kissed ur tears away as u smile to assure him that you are okay . He kept his pace steady, in and out thrusting deep inside making you feel every vein and ridges stealing your breath away as you gasped for air .
You noticed his closed eyes, furrowed eyebrows as if he is in pain. You remove one of ur hand from his grip and cups his face caressing his cheek with ur thumb.
" Don't control yourself Tae! I can handle it, just give it to me, give me everything you have to offer. I will be fine baby."
Taehyung's eyes glistens as he pecks ur palm and wrist multiple times. He connects ur forehead with his .
" I just-just don't want you to get hurt y/n, I can never, I love you too much for that. "
" Oh Tae! I know you will never hurt me. I trust you ."
Taehyung nods as he smiles. He starts moving once again and this time at his own pace snuggling in ur neck as you hold onto his back digging your heels in his hips which flexed as he moved inside you .
" Ahhnng...soo good !" You moaned
" So tight , you were made for me ."
His hot heavy breaths give goosebumps on ur skin.
You moan loudly with each thrust of him as he holds the headrest of bed which was banging against the wall with the force of his thrusts , he fvcks you deep into oblivion as your eyes rolls back to your head .
" I-I am close. "
" Me too, let it go baby give it to me."
You clenched around him as u climax he grunts and closes his eyes as he pulls out before reaching his climax and gets off outside u.
He opens his eyes as they meet ur moist ones . You admired ur love of life as u cup his face and take him into a promising deep kiss. He sighs into the kiss. He parts and pecks ur head . You both smiled connecting ur forehead, feeling eachother's love.
