The Mafia's Obsession

Chapter 11

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~Y/N's (Your) POV~

Guns. There were several guns. I gingerly reached for one, my hands quivering with eclectic tension as they wrapped around the cool, unforgiving metal. The gun's sleek contours gleamed like a predatory creature ready to pounce. Why would Taehyung have all of this?

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

Shit.

~Taehyung's POV~

Since the meeting got called off today, I thought it'd be nice to head home early and take Y/N shopping. However, as I opened my bedroom door, I was startled to find Y/N sitting in my closet, the door wide open, with a gun in her hand.

"Y/N. Get out," I commanded, my voice rising more than I intended.

"W—Why, Taehyung? Why this?"

I could sense a palpable undercurrent of trepidation etched within the depths of her gaze. A pang of denial pierced through me. My princess can't be afraid of me. No, she can't. She isn't. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, I found myself unable to cope.

"Are you deaf? Get the f**k out!" I bellowed, my composure slipping away entirely.

"Fine."

~Y/N's (Your) POV~

I fled, suppressing my tears, hastening down the multiple flights of stairs. Snatching a jacket on the way, I dashed out, the door slamming shut with a resounding force in my wake.

I broke into a sprint, my desperate attempt to flee from the starkness of reality. With my hair billowing behind me, tears traced a path down my cheeks, carried away by the wind. I ran for hours. 

Did I marry a criminal? Why would Taehyung hide this from me?

I retrieved my phone from my pocket, dialing Jungkook's number.

"Hello?" Jungkook said.

"H—Hi, Kookie," I stammered, my voice hitching as I fought back a sniffle.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, I need you to pick me up. I'll send you my location, all right?"

I hung up.

~Taehyung's POV~

I f**ked up. Big time. How would I get my Y/N back? Grimacing, I bit down on my inner cheek, cursing myself silently. The veins on my neck and hands bulged, betraying the intensity of my inner turmoil.

"Arughhhh!" I roared, slamming my fists into the unyielding wall. I reached into my pocket, fingers fumbling to extract a slender cigarette. With a soft click, the flame of the lighter danced to life, casting an ephemeral glow in the dim surroundings as I brought the tip of the cigarette to my lips, igniting it with a steady inhale. So much for wanting to quit.

I pulled out my phone, deciding to call Jimin.

""You did what?" Jimin's voice boomed with disbelief, reverberating through the phone as my explanation hung in the charged air.

"Yes, hyung," I sighed. "So, what do I do?"

"I suppose nothing," Jimin retorted.

"What do you mean nothing? I have to fix this!"

"The more you try to fix things, the more your problem with Y/N will worsen. She's likely terrified. In her eyes, you might as well be a serial killer. For now, let things be. Just ensure she comes back home to you tonight," Jimin advised.

"How do I do that?" I inquired.

"Does she have someone to confide in after something like this? A best friend, a therapist. . . Hell, I don't know, Tae! You're the one who slept with her!"

A shadow fell over my gaze. Jungkook.

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