------An arranged marriage between two Mafia heirs: one is the next 'Boseu' and the other is his prey.
Would love overcome their fatal enmity?
--Kim Taehyung was an innocent angel, a naive creature and He changed everything.
"It makes me so hard kn...
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𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓
Taehyung sits in front of the mirror for what feels like the hundredth time this week. He keeps running his fingers through his brown hair. His now-short hair. His long, waist-length tresses are now gone. He has never cut his hair short in his whole life.
It is something the brunette takes care of, and the only time scissors are put to it is when his ends need to be cut. But his husband has taken that away from him in sixty seconds.
They have had to go to a salon to get it styled because Jungkook has cut it so unevenly. So now Taehyung's hair barely falls past his chin. He have to stifle a sob as he move his hand through the now-empty air that his hair used to be in.
“No matter how many times you pull on it, it won’t grow back.” Jungkook's voice pulls the brunette from his brooding, and he looks in the corner of the mirror to see him standing with his arms crossed, watching Taehyung. He always has that unreadable expression on his face. But now Taehyung knows it is because his husband is watching him calculating Taehyung's every move, his likes and dislikes. Anything he can use against him.
They have barely been married a month, and the mafia has already gone overboard with Taehyung. The brunette guessed he just wished he could have been lucky like Yuna. But fairy tales are for fools. This is the real world.
Jungkook is still watching his brunette in the mirror, and the brunette shoved from the mirror, walking past him without a word. Taehyung hasn’t spoken to his husband since he has chopped the brunette's hair off. He has never even apologized. Not like Taehyung will accept it, but still, he wants some kind of indication that he has some form of emotions.
“You can’t keep ignoring me forever, Tae.” Jungkook's voice carries behind the short-haired brunette and he still ignores him. At least now he can’t jerk Taehyung by the hair. Brunette scoffs inside his thought.
“Taehyung!” His voice comes out from behind him, and Taehyung stops in his tracks.
He knows that tone. That tone means his husband is fed up. And when he is fed up, it is time for Taehyung to swallow his pride. His husband has proven to him that he is capable of anything. So he turns slowly around, facing him.
“You’re acting like a child, Tae. It’s just hair, it will grow back. You’re still beautiful without it.” He pouts in annoyance. So the great and powerful Jeon boseu' doesn’t like to be ignored, huh?
“I’m a child?” Taehyung's voice comes out before he thinks about what he is going to say, his rage from the moment he has done this to him bubbling to the surface after Taehyung has worked so hard to lock it away. “You … you cut my hair! My hair! You cut it off! Because I was saving a woman’s life that you destroyed!”
The brunette began to grow hysterical, but Jungkook didn’t get angry like Taehyung expected him to; he only raised an eyebrow at him.
“She loved you! She was heartbroken, and you wanted to kill her for that, and because I stepped in to save her life, you took my hair from me? But I’m the child?” The tears are coming on hot now, and Jungkook is still looking at his wifey with a curious expression plastered across his face.
He pushes himself off the door and walks closer to the brunette. “You are making me so hot right now with all your yelling. I’ve never seen you feisty before.” He smirks at Taehyung.
Furious.
Taehyung can’t help himself but he bring his hand up, ready to slap his husband right across his smug face, but he catches Taehyung's hand before the brunette can, the grin falling off his face. If the brunette haven’t witnessed it earlier, he’d say it had never even been there.
“You wanna play rough, baby? I can play rough.” Jungkook squeezes the brunette's wrist in warning, and Taehyung cringes from the pain. He tries to jerk his hand from his grasp, but he holds on tightly. “Don’t try that ever again. I don’t want to have to break your wrist because you can’t control your temper.” He speaks it so calmly and relaxed that Taehyung actually feels his stomach churn in fear. He can’t believe to this day his father has given him this man to marry, of all people. In the World!
“Get dressed. We have some business to attend to.” Revenette walks out of the room, leaving the brunette there to his thoughts.
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