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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⚠️ Alcohol abuse⚠️
Weeks have grown since Yera shook hands with Y/n, her sincere words at the cafe were truly reflected by her actions in the past few days, but recently the silent barging for it has been unleashed.
"I, Lee Yera am willing to help you with all I've got" is what she said "that is if you provide me well" was entirely silenced and it has been showing often. Being an assassin and a well-renounced spy, Yera found pleasure in worthy information and unspoken secrets, for every contribution she did- whether tell the layouts of Seoul Syndicates, the ritual before heists, the sophisticated hunt and routes of trade- Yera expected a return, a bribery, a threat. Y/n being a socialite did it for her, and thus they were using each other.
Fortunately, after days Y/n found herself retiring from work earlier than usual, the never-ending stack of work has been gradually decreasing. Being able to come home at nine in the night felt eerie as she exited her car.
As every day, Y/n entered the Park mansions expecting to greet the silence but to her surprise, a loud voice echoed the hall, from the tone of it she found the owner to be an annoyed Jungkook.
"Will you please stop it?" Jungkook's yell reverberated through the peace-laden hallways. Curious by the unusual brawl, Y/n decided to take a peek at the scene. She ambled to the source of the voice finding her footsteps leading her to one of the spacious living rooms.
There stood Jungkook, his eye baring the weights of the world and sunken heavily due to the constant lack of sleep, brows deeply narrowed at Jimin who sat on the couch with his hands clasping a glass of what Y/n guessed to be whiskey from the looks of the bottles tossed onto the coffee table.
There's certain tiredness which equates to insanity and Jungkook looked almost close to attaining such madness, Jimin on the other hand looked unbothered, his eyes seem to be raveling worlds which obviously skimmed Jungkook's existence, "Jimin, please stop drinking," Jungkook pleaded yet receiving none to be Jimin's response.
"Is everything alright?" Y/n found herself inquiring about the situation, being with Jimin almost every minute of the day must be tiring to Jungkook and the boy looked like he could erupt into utter disaster.
"Y/n. . ," With her name tumbled down in a sigh, Jungkook veered his vision towards her, his eyes seemed to be begging for closure.
"Everything's fine," Jimin uttered not sparing a glance at the female but Jungkook unmindful of his unruly behaviour walked up to Y/n and began pouring his lungs out, "Nothing's fine, Y/n. He has been drinking over the past hours, he emptied two bottles of whiskey and is onto the third, I'm afraid consuming such a large amount of hard liquor is dangerous but he fucking doesn't give any shit," The irk was profound in Jungkook's words so was the heartful concern.
