The Mafia's Love

Chapter 13

Jab.

Jab.

Ja-

"What do you want?!"

I reached out, fumbling for a pillow to throw at the finger poking my arm, and landing my hand something very... shaped.

"Ow!"

My eyes flew open, my head turning to see Taehyung lying underneath me, rubbing his eye.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled, sending me a death glare. "What did my eye ever do to you?"

I didn't answer; I was busy recounting how we got in this position.

"We fell asleep?" I mumbled.

"I guess so,"

"Ehem,"

The both of us, legs slightly entangled, looked up at Seokjin, who beamed back down at us.

"Good morning!" he said cheerfully. "I see you had a very nice night!"

"Ew," we gagged, pushing each other away.

He shook his head, turning around. "Freshen yourselves up and come for breakfast," 

SEOKJIN'S POV

"Yoongi," I sighed happily, plating up some Korean pancake and setting it on the table, "I hope I get to be an uncle soon,"

"What are you talking about?" the pale faced boy munched on food, staring up at me.

I leant across the counter to whisper to him.

"Wanna know a secret? The boys, Lisa, and I are trying to get Taehyung and Li-na together,"

Instead of the usual enslaught I thought I'd face, he shrugged.

"Have fun,"

"You don't care?" I blinked.

"I think it's a good idea," he said slowly. "Afore, I hated the idea of Li-na with anyone, but after this whole Kai business, I want her to have someone who can protect her. And Taehyung... he can provide her with everything she wants,"

He pressed his lips together. "Li-na and I aren't biologically related, but I love her as my own sibling. I want her to have a good life. Therefore, I have decided to aid your plan,"

I wiped away fake tears. "That's so beautiful. Now, let's get those two idiots together!"

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LI-NA'S POV

Something's odd.

These past few weeks have been just Taehyung and I.

Everyone seems to disappear when we're together.

Even my parents are acting weird.

"Li-na, honey," my dad grinned. "Can you go over to Taehyung's? I need you to give this to Mr. Kim,"

He shoved a file in my hands and I gazed at it doubtfully.

"You never ask me to send your stuff for you," I said suspiciously. "You always use a guard, or Yoongi,"

"Well, it's about time you start sending my 'stuff', my daughter. Hurry along, now,"

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"Mr. Kim,"

I smiled at the man who I'd known well for the last 8 years, handing him the document.