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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This gif reminds me of how Jiminie wants to kiss y/nie whenever she wears too much chapstick :(
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"It would be very appreciated if you paid attention," Y/n taunted, watching Yera squirm in her chair.
"We have been doing this for hours!" She whined, burying herself into the papers on the desk.
"Which we wouldn't if you did anything to co-operate," Prodding Yera's head with a pen, Y/n deadpanned.
Arms of the clock showed the unearthly hour of ten in the night Y/n chose to study the layout of ports under the control of Seoul syndicates. Y/n sat on her chair with Yera on the other side of the desk who was sulking due to the verbal abuse of Y/n's tongue.
"I did enough to co-operate," Mumbling Yera unwrapped a candy before popping it into her mouth. Yera has a sweet tooth, Y/n often observed her tossing candies into her mouth like they're what gives her the meaning of life. After lunch, during heavy conference, whenever she's tired, whenever she feels she needs a reward, she had different candies for different occasions, which explains her tooth aching pancakes earlier.
"Then tell me a way in here," Y/n slammed her palm against the map of Busan, precisely the North Port of Busan.
"I told you–" Yera swiftly pulled the map of the Northern Port before aggressively pointing out at all the terminals, "There's no way in there, it has a tight security!"
"You are the Truce," Asserted Y/n, building an invisible pressure on Yera.
"Truce or not, we weren't allowed in there unless carrying out a mission!" The room fell into a silent void when Yera had done with her yelling. Huffing she fell into the chair while Y/n posed with her hands on her chin raveling in deep thought.
Sighing Y/n asked, "How tight?"
Yera whipped out a pen, and placed the bottom edge on the map tracing the shipment area, "We have the first line of force, the port security officers, and then we have Gyeonsang people and then your husband's people, therefore a three-line defense" Instead of addressing Jimin by a suitable and a polite title, Yera always chose to remind Y/n of their relationship. Y/n didn't have any opinion on that as long as he got his respect, in this context being her husband was enough respect for him.
"Wait, Gyeongsang protects Jimin's shipments?" Her brows narrowed and her eyes squinted in the newly found information.
"Yes, don't they protect ours too?" Yera gave her clueless eyes.
The answer is, they don't, rather there are cases of them plundering Min's shipments and looting cargos but never protecting their loads. To be honest, she hadn't heard them providing security to anyone in the underworld which makes Jimin, the only one.
Being sucked into a reverie of finding ways to proceed with her mission safely, Y/n sat as a picture of calmness. On the other hand, the silence made Yera's gut curl, she was getting impatient as the clock ticked and Y/n not telling her the purpose of their transaction was not helping.
