Married To Mafia || k.th

II - Marriage

Next morning, I woke up to my head resting on a hard and not to mention bare chest, my arms loosely hooked around masculine torso while an arm was wrapped around my shoulder.

I lifted my head up and looked at the male.

Eyes shut in a peaceful slumber with black lashes casting soft shadow on his bread cheeks and those slightly parted ruby-pink lips.

Holy shit!

I cursed under my breathe and rolled over to other side only to land on my butt on the soft carpet.

While I rubbed my butt with a groan, he only stirred in his sleep, apparently oblivious to all the commotion and turned to lay on his stomach, blessing me with the heavenly view of his bare back.

damn those shoulder blades.

Brushing off all the thoughts from my head, I head to the bathroom where I found my toiletries with his. Once I'm done with showering, I slid on the robe and peeked into the room but he had already gone and my breakfast was on bed.

I ate, toured the mansion, lounged around watching random shows on tv with Yoongi who was assigned to babysit me incase I chose to misbehave.

Taehyung returned in the evening and straightaway took me to his family's personal boutique or should I say a whole freaking huge mansion filled with only makeup accessories and beautiful gowns.

"Not this one. Now go change." He ordered, compelling me to disappear into the room again after which some maids helped me to slip into the next gown.

He had taken his place on the couch right outside the room I was changing in to observe me. It had been almost two hours and I'd changed into more than twenty gowns so far. And not even a single one seemed to please his eyes.

After changing into the next gown which was an off shoulder one and revealed much of the area above my chest.

Frustrated, I pulled back the door creating a loud creaking voice. Instantly his gaze flew up his phone screen at me.

Signalling me with his index finger, He manspreaded, as his dark gaze scanned me from head to toe.

"This reveals a lot of your skin. Go change into next."

"I'm not changing into any another gown. It has been two freaking hours and you've not liked a single gown." I snapped.

He pulled me through my wrist such that I fell into his lap drilled his eyes into my with fury evident in the pair of dark eyes of him. Shudders streamed down my spine when I realised what I had done.

Yelling at him, it won't take you anywhere Ari.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, looking down.

He grabbed hold of my chin and lifted it up making me look at him before he sternly began, "Don't you dare order me angel. It must be the other way around."

"I said I'm sorry." I softly repeated, managing to look into his eyes but they were now somewhere else.

"So pretty."

"Pervert." I covered my chest with my arms when I observed where his eyes were glued at and rushed into the changing room hearing him shout from behind, "You are gonna be all mine, kitten."

I felt my cheeks burning which made it obvious I was blushing. After which felt like eternity, Mr. Mafia King finally chose a gown.

"Now go get ready for our wedding. It's after three hours. See you soon, Mafia's Queen." He smiled at me and left the place. I was startled beyond words.

I knew I had to marry him but this soon?!

Before I could contemplate, two of workers ushered me to the dressing room saying we have a little time. Okay three hour is a little time.

In doing my makeup, they let go of one hour while I couldn't help but get bored unless they handed me some snacks to munch on and kill time. And the next one and half hour, it passed in flash in arranging my hairs in a beautiful rose patterned bun before helping me slip into the huge ass gown but not gonna lie it was beautiful.

And for the reason that Taehyung had asked them to, the worker even placed a small crown over my head which made me looked like a queen from the 16 century.

I must admit, his choice's great.

The door was suddenly pulled back. I expected it to be Taehyung but when my eyes landed on the duo that has just entered, I felt myself tearing up. I rose up and rushed towards them before engulfing both of them into a tight, warm hug.

"My daughter is the most beautiful bride. " Mom smiled, cupping my cheek.

"Did he?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes he. He allowed us to attend our only daughter's wedding and walk her down the aisle." Dad smiled.

I was beyond happy that my dad would be the one to walk me down the aisle which is a special moment for every daughter and father.

After talking for a while, the time arrived when two workers showed us the way to the grand hall which was decorated for the marriage ceremony.

Dad nearly tore up walking me down the aisle and giving my hand to the man I was gonna marry. Kim Taehyung, the eminent mafia king, who stood in front of me wearning a black tuxedo looking stunning just as how I had always pictured my groom to be.

His hand delicately held mine and he looks at me, his lips crooked in a smirk so I tried to look at his white shirt, he was wearing underneath.

"Don't like it on. No worries, it'll be off tonight." He winked at me making my cheeks go beet red.

Before I could reply, the priest began to read our vows. I was lost in my little space unless he pulled me closer through my wrist and sliding his hand behind my neck, entangled his lips into mine.

As soon as his lips intertwined with mine, I enveloped his into a passionate kiss. Of course It was an arrange marriage but I didn't want my only marriage kiss to be trash. He leaned me down with his arms securing my waist and the hall erupted into cheers.

After the wedding, followed the photographs session. I was surprised to see my friends when they rushed over to me while Taehyung had already been dragged by his friends whom I counted to be six in number.

Not gonna lie, I had a great time posing for photographs with my friends before Taehyung came over to me and the photographer took us to another spot for couple shots.

The intimate photoshoot ended nearly after fourty minutes and I heaved a sigh of relief. Taehyung didn't let go of any chance to leave chills down my spine and make me squirm in his firm grasp.

The photographer wasn't a help either since all he did throughout the whole shoot was just to tell me scoot closer and closer to my husband unless there was no space left between us.

Followed the reception with the toast raised by Taehyung's father and everyone began to enjoy on their own, gulping drinks, dancing along with some chitchat. Taehyung was drinking with his friends, having the best time of his life so did I. This wasn't the marriage I planned but it turned out to be kind of the one I wanted to have.

I was laughing with wendy, sara and hana, my friends, enjoying my non-alocholic beverage. If these girls weren't here, I would have been bored by now.

Wendy had turned tipsy and began to make weird faces imitating her cruel philosophy professor which we rest three were laughing to tears at.

"Oh my stomach hurts." Sara managed to speak between her fits of laughter.

"So do my cheeks." I laughed.

Suddenly an arm gently wrapped around my waist and I was pulled back into a buff manly chest. Immediately I knew who he was.

"I'll steal my wife for a while." Taehyung smiled. It was the first time I saw his such a sweet smile that contrasted him being a mafia king and subconsciously my lips stretched into a fond smile too.