Mafia x agent + Arranged marriage Au.
Contains mature content.
A young woman skilled in the art of battle and business is assigned to crush the existence of a cruel emperor along with his kingdom, but who would have thought that the relationship th...
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The soft melody of the background nor the endless muffled voices of every other person in the bar ceased her from drowning into the cold ocean of her uncertain thoughts.
She quaffed pint after pint of her spiced rum, gradually losing her grasp on her soberness nevertheless the pain of her thoughts soared just the same.
Perching against the wooden bar trail, she shook the glass, soullessly eyeing the ice clink against each other.
"Is it my fault that father treated us differently?" She gulped down the alcohol creating a stream of fire down her throat.
"I think your scars will answer"
"Are you gonna hate me until my scars disappear?" A chuckled slipped out of her lips due to the irony but her eyes held a flood of sorrow waiting to crash into a mourning disaster.
Sinking her teeth onto her quivering lower lip, she held in her sobs but the tears had already trickled down her chin. Wiping them off furiously, she poured herself another glass and began to chug it down.
If it was her in her usual day, she would have perceived the act of chugging copious amount of alcohol as adverse and dumb but her now was desperate to shatter the cold metals chains clinging onto her - her thoughts - she tried to divert her mind by indulging into work and fall asleep but none was enough so she chose the last resource; to drink until she could see the stars.
Although Yoongi's words were aching, she couldn't ignore the fact that Jimin has clearly proclaimed that he's in it for just pure sex. She felt like a rag doll thrown around and she didn't know why she was hurting because she knew one day his blood would stain her hands.
"Ma'am?" A tender voice called out but she posed as if she didn't hear.
"Ma'am, I think you had enough," the bartender spoke again.
"I don't think so," Y/n muttered without glancing towards the woman.
"But-"
"Please leave," she shot her with a sharp glare earning the frustrated sigh from the worker exiting her sight.
Dipping her lips into the liquor, she slipped it slowly with her eyes settling on the huge window before her bestowing the city view of Seoul. Her eyesight was slightly distorted but enough to intake the breathtaking view. All these beautiful things, yet her mind is thronged with ugly thoughts.
She noticed the sky had begun to gather blankets of black cotton, gradually lining over the city of Seoul. Darkness rose tremendously in a few minutes, the blink of the lightning piercing through it every now and then. It was as if the sky was raging for her, as if it was the only one who could hear her hidden prayers. It was grieving for her unspoken pain and unseen wounds, shedding its tears, pitter-pattering on the windows. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol or her messed emotions but the sound of the droplets was like a consoling piece of sonnet warming her heart.
