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Y/n marries for her father's happiness but she doesn't know that her husband is a mafia. She also had a boyfriend in the past.
What will happen when both of them find out about each other's secret?
It's just a fanfiction.
The soft hum of conversation filled the cozy coffee shop. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint sound of a jazz playlist.
Y/n sat by the window, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her coffee cup. She glanced at her watch, her brows furrowing slightly as the time ticked by.
Her brown eyes darted towards the entrance as the bell chimed, signaling a new arrival. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.
Taehyung walked in, his tall, commanding figure drawing every gaze in the room. His black hair was styled perfectly, his tailored suit hinting at his affluent status. He exuded confidence, a quiet magnetism that made people pause and admire.
Y/n waved her hand to catch his attention. He spotted her almost immediately and strode over with long, purposeful steps. He slid into the chair opposite her, his lips curving into a small smile.
"Where were you, Taehyung?" Y/n's voice carried a tinge of frustration. "I've been waiting for so long! I needed to talk to you, and you..."
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"Sorry, babe," Taehyung interrupted, his tone smooth but unapologetic. "I was caught up in a meeting. That's why I'm late. What's so important that you couldn't say it over the phone?"
Y/n sighed deeply, her expression softening slightly. "Actually, my parents want to get me married."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Married?" he repeated, his tone neutral.
"Yes," Y/n continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. "They've invited my family to dinner tonight at their house to discuss it."
"So?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head slightly, his voice calm but uninterested.
"So, I want to marry you, Taehyung," Y/n said, her voice firm yet tinged with vulnerability. "Will you marry me?"
Taehyung's expression flickered, a momentary surprise crossing his face before he masked it with a neutral smile. He didn't respond immediately, which made Y/n repeat herself, her voice more desperate this time.
"Listen, Taehyung," she began again. "We've been in a relationship for four years. Please talk to my parents about our marriage. My father wants me to marry the son of one of his old friends, and I don't even know him. Will you come and talk to my parents about us?"
For a moment, Taehyung seemed to consider her words. Then he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Y/n, I will definitely come... but not today. Give me three or four days. For now, go to their house tonight."
"So that means you'll marry me?" Y/n asked, her voice laced with hope.
"Of course, my love," Taehyung replied, his tone affectionate, his eyes steady on hers.
