Mafia's Love✔️

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“Wake up Y/N!” The harsh jerking on my arm leads me to awaken from my sleep. Clutching onto my head. Those memories why the fuck can't they leave me? He's no more. Yet his memories still spark agile and alive in my dreams. He's that nightmare that I desire to forget. Why can't you leave me alone Kim Namjoon?

You were a bad phase of my life. One that I no longer desire to remember or look forward to. Spare me Joon, spare me. Tears accumulate in my orbs. Another morning of misery. Another day of pain. “Are you fine?” The pretty girl in front of me asked. “Yeah I am.” Fake assuring her like every other time. I tried to subside the matter.

Who was I joking with? She could read me like an age-old book. And still not get tired. “Dreamt of him again?” My barriers break. Throwing my arms around her waist crying my heart out. “Save me sis, save me from him. He doesn't seem to leave me.”

Never show up in front of me Kim Namjoon. I abhor you for the suffering and nightmares you've put me through. Love was all I did to you. In return I received betrayal and dishonesty from your side.

Lies can be forgiven but never forgotten. I tried my best to forget everything. You proved me wrong repeating the same blunder constantly. Sin shall be diminished. Nevertheless the sinner is always alive. A happy marriage was what I thought I was living in. Who knew it was all a conspiracy to throw me in a verdict of endless misfortune. Plotted and commenced by my own husband.

What the fuck had I done to you? Was loving you that big of a mistake I contrived? That you chose to punish me in the worst way you could? “What are you thinking Y/N?” She was one cold person. My tears melted her persona.

“Nothing that concerns him and his existence.” Another lie and another sin. Staying with that mafia I've learnt to behave prudently. “You should freshen up. Your brother-in-law demands a picnic with his little sister.”

Chuckling at her putting forward the new found relationship I had experienced in their little family she attempts to make me laugh as usual. “Yeah give me an hour I'll be out soon.” She exits the room. Smiling at me, reminding me to be optimistic, they were here to support me.

Standing under the shower. Hot water flows down my bruised hull. Swiping my hair. I've started feeling they've turned smelly and ugly. A miniature light flashes in front of my vision. A visual representation of how my life took a U-turn. A jovial atmosphere to a deathly hallow I've rendered on my survival.

-FLASHBACK-

Hiding behind the pillar I peeked at him feeding his dog. A little smile was playing on my lips. He's the love of my life. Kim Namjoon. I'm Y/N, a nine year old kid. He was older than me. That didn't stop me from loving this boy. “Moni, eat up nicely, we gotta train you later.”

His dog glanced in my direction barking at me. Out of fear I slipped on my toes toppling over with a loud thud. Running to my aid. He stared at me clutching onto my wounded knee. Weeping silently. Don't see me like this Joon. I wanna appear as a big girl in your eyes. So we could date.

His tall steps approached me. “Did you hurt yourself little girl?” Removing a bandage from his pocket he cautiously queried. “I'm not a little girl. I'm a big girl.” Mumbling audible enough for him to hear. I rebel against him, thinking of me as a child.

“I'm smart and cute. Do you think I'm a child?” Patching the bandaid on my bruise. He held me up and ruffled my hair. “Yes you're a strong big girl. Don't cry if you hurt yourself again, ok?”

“I won't Joonie.” My eyes widened. Running off to my house, hiccuping out of nervousness. I had addressed him with a nickname. His chortling rang in my ears on my way. That was the first ever time I spoke to him. My first ever crush and my first ever love Kim Namjoon.

The following days weren't easy for him. I had to watch him walk to school with a girl of his age. Jealousy was a fresh feeling blooming in my heart at this tender age. Once I even witnessed her kissing him on his cheek.

That entire night I had cried myself to sleep. Hitting my pillow yelling he belonged to me. Didn't he bandage my wound? It's a sign of love. I've seen it in movies. Guys take care of girls only when they are fond of them. He likes me right?

A few days later I stood in front of his house, with a cookie box in my hand. My mother held my little finger. “Hi Y/N.” His dimple smile raced up my heart. Making me hide in my mother's embrace. She giggled at my shy state. If only she knew this guy was the reason why I had started feeling abash.

“Joon oppa I brought this for you.” Forwarding my hand I offer him those cookies. “Thank you little one.” Huffing out. I tilt my head. “Oops big girl. Thank you so much.” A proud grin plastered on my face. “Mama, can I play with him?” She raised her brow, but nodded her head. Leaving me with him. Seeing her nowhere near me. Once she had locked our house door. I tugged on his pants with my finger.

“So why did you call me Oppa? Wasn't I Joonie the other day?” I wanted to escape from this embarrassing situation. The desperate girl in me regardless of my condition urged me to do what I had come here for. “Can you please bend down? I wanna tell you a secret?” He didn't question further and lends me his ear.

Taking the chance, I gently place my lips on his cheek. “Bye bye Joonie.” Inclining on my shoes I was ready to marathon away. He held my wrist. “Do you not want a return kiss Y/N?” Pecking my cheek. He frees my hand. Laughing at my cheeks flaring crimson red.

I rushed home. Hiding in my room. Smiling crazily. My naive self was proud. She kissed him. But he didn't. I kissed him and he kissed me back. The first ever indication of my love being two sided was him placing his lips on my cheek.