Jimin walked into the room, his sharp eyes immediately finding Y/n as she stepped out of the washroom, her hair damp and her face slightly flushed. His gaze softened, though his voice carried its usual commanding tone.
"Don’t go downstairs yet. Do you remember what you have to do every morning?" he asked.
Y/n nodded quickly, lowering her gaze.
"Good," he replied, his tone lighter. "Now sit there. I’m going to get ready."
She obeyed, taking a seat on the small couch in the corner of the room. Jimin disappeared into the washroom. Moments later, he emerged, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead. He stood in front of the mirror, combing his hair into place.
Through the reflection, he caught her staring at him. A playful smirk curved his lips.
"Stop staring. I know I look even more handsome today," he teased.
Y/n’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, fidgeting with her fingers as if she’d been caught red-handed.
"Come here," he instructed, picking up a tie from the dressing table. "Time to do your work."
She got up hesitantly, stepping toward him. Jimin handed her the tie, and she began to loop it around his collar with trembling hands. He stood still, watching her intently.
Her fingers fumbled as she felt his gaze burning into her. Her heart raced, but she focused on tying the knot as quickly as possible. When she finally finished, she glanced up to find his eyes fixed on her lips.
Her breath hitched. His gaze was intense, almost as if he was seeking permission for something unspoken.
Y/n took a cautious step back, but before she could escape, his hand shot out, grabbing her waist and pulling her back to him. Her palms landed on his chest, attempting to create some distance, but it was futile.
And then it happened.
His lips crashed onto hers with a fervor that left her stunned. Her eyes widened in shock, her breathing halted as her knees turned weak. She gripped his arms tightly, her fingers digging into his shirt as if she were hanging on for dear life.
Jimin deepened the kiss, his hands tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer. With a swift motion, he lifted her and placed her on the edge of the dressing table, never breaking the kiss.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace.
Y/n tried to pull away, her hands shaking as they pushed against his shoulders, but he held the back of her neck firmly, keeping her in place. He was lost in the moment, his lips moving against hers with a passion that spoke volumes.
When she finally shook his shoulder with enough force, Jimin pulled back, both of them panting heavily. He rested hus forehead against her, their breaths mingling in the charged silence.
"You taste... better than I imagined," he murmured, his voice husky.
Y/n looked down, her face flushed, and her eyes widened in shock when she noticed the noticeable bulge in his pants.
Jimin smirked knowingly, stepping back slightly. "Don’t worry about it. Just leave quickly before things get... complicated."
She scrambled off the table, her feet unsteady, and hurried out of the room. Once outside, she leaned against the wall, clutching her chest as her heart thundered wildly.
Her thoughts were a chaotic mess, but one thing was clear—her life with Jimin was about to become even more unpredictable.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
RomanceY/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.
