Our Little Wife (Mafia Au)

III

Is This Love

Caution! Cursing, Lewd Thoughts, Violence, Pet Names, Blood ( Jungkook being a rowdy ruff boy), Manhandling, and Fluffy Marshmallow?!

A month. A whole month has gone by since your disappearance- Are you ok? Are you eating well?... Do you miss us? We miss us. It hurts us to think about you, but it's all we can do, that and turn into workaholics. Everybody pretty much has gone to shit after you left,

Yoongi-hyung picked up his nasty habit of drinking again, Namjoon-hyung stays cooped up in his office, Jin-hyung only sleeps in your bed, your lovely scent keeps him sane, Hoseok-Hyung developed one hell of a temper.

Jimin often zones out through the day, and poor Jungkook doesn't eat or talk to anyone anymore; He leaves in the middle of the night and comes back with his boxing gloves drench in blood but not a bruise on his skin.

As for me, Well, I know you're alright, but the world doesn't stop revolving, neither doesn't business. A couple of M4's men were caught snooping on our turf since everybody else is no good at the moment; the wisest choice is for me to have a meeting with the head honcho.

"I'm headed out. I will be right back." I might as well be talking to myself; no one answered, no one cared. Once mighty, seven men turned into hallow broken shells of themselves from just one woman. Aish, but I will be a liar if I said I didn't I miss you.

Your cute smile, chubby cheeks, pretty face...soft skin, thick and juicy body, big milky breast. God, the taste of you sent chills down my spine, among other places-

"Master Kim, We are here."

"Um, Yes-Thank you. I will be right back." I moved up closer to the chauffeur's ear. "We are in enemy territory, so be on your toes."

"Yes, Sir."

What are these women up to? We haven't even shared glances in years after the peace treaty was settled between the two of us. I hope they're not attempting another turf war nonsense-the amount of bloodshed is not worth it also; my husbands are not in the best conditions at this very moment-

"Of course, I will get them to Noona right away" I-I know that voice! Honey pot!? "Oh, they're for me. How sweet! They're so beautiful." and clear as day, You radiantly stood behind the greeting desk, humbling accepting the stranger's bouquet.

After the man left, you smile at the flower and excuse yourself to back, only to return with a big enough vase for your flowers to perfectly in the guests' eyes.

"Excuse me; I have an appointment with Ms.Kim Yong-Sun." You answer without giving me some much as a passing glance. " Miss? It's good manners to look at people when spoken to."

"I'm sorry, Mr?" You looked up at me with those darling doe eyes. Your lips ghost my name, but you didn't say a word. You looked scared as if I was the grim reaper coming for you.

"Kim. Kim Taehyung, Would you mind showing me to her office, please. It's my first time here." I lied.

The woman beside you notices your frightened expression and seeks to intervene. "I can take you, Sir."

"It's okay, Noona," You step out from behind the desk, and I could feel my breath being stolen away; the business casual attire flattered your voluptuous figure; a pencil skirt at calves length would be a turn off to most men, but I had the privilege of reaching farther their pitful imagines.

Arriving at the elevators, I went in, but You stood at the doors. "Ms. Kim is on the top flo-OR!"

I snatched her in before the elevator's door close.