Here's the popcorn🍿, enjoy.
The dining room was filled with the clinking of cutlery and the hum of light conversation as everyone enjoyed dinner. Jimin sat casually across from Y/n, his sharp gaze occasionally flickering in her direction, though his expression remained unreadable.
Suddenly, Mrs. Park broke the calm with a question that made Y/n freeze mid-bite.
"Y/n, when will I get my grandson or granddaughter?"
Y/n choked on her food, coughing badly. Her face turned crimson as she struggled to regain her composure.
Jimin leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement dancing in his eyes. "What happened? Mom didn’t say anything wrong," he said, his tone smooth but laced with a devilish smirk.
Y/n glanced at him, her embarrassment multiplying under his teasing gaze.
Before she could respond, Mr. Park joined in, his own smirk a mirror of his son's. "Hey, let her have her dinner in peace. After all, she’ll be going to the room later and getting tired."
Y/n’s eyes widened in shock, and she immediately looked down at her plate, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Both father and son seemed to take immense pleasure in teasing her, while Mrs. Park chuckled softly, clearly entertained by the scene.
"Mom! Dad!" Y/n finally managed to protest weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don’t be so shy, dear," Mrs. Park said warmly. "We’re just looking forward to some little feet running around the house."
Y/n was utterly mortified, her appetite completely gone. She dared a glance at Jimin, only to find him smirking triumphantly at her. His calm demeanor and sharp tongue only made the situation worse.
"Alright, alright, let her breathe," Mrs. Park finally said, laughing. "But don’t take too long, Y/n. We’re counting on you both."
Y/n nodded quickly, desperate for the conversation to shift to any other topic. However, she could still feel Jimin’s eyes on her for the rest of the meal, his smirk never leaving his face.
As dinner finally came to an end, Y/n hurried to clear the table, hoping to escape the teasing.
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The room was eerily silent when Y/n entered. Only the soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls. She frowned, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke to herself, “Who turned off the lights? I left them on.”
She moved toward the switchboard, her fingers brushing over the wall in the dim light, but before she could turn on the lights, a firm hand grabbed her arm. Panic surged through her, and she let out a scream. But before her voice could grow louder, another hand covered her mouth, muffling her cries.
Her back hit the wall as she was pinned firmly, the cold surface pressing against her. Her eyes were shut tight, her breath shallow and erratic. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure whoever had grabbed her could hear it.
Then, a familiar voice whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine.
“Honey, open your eyes. Don’t be afraid. It’s me… your Tae.”
Her eyes shot open, wide with shock, and she found herself staring into the face of none other than Taehyung.
“W-What are you doing here?” she stammered, her words tumbling out as fear gripped her.
He smirked, leaning closer, his voice low but laced with bitterness. “I came to see you. I missed you, a lot.”
“Please... go,” she managed to say, her eyes darting toward the door in terror. “If someone sees you, there will be a problem.”
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
Romance(Editing is going on) 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.
