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Yoongis pov

Jimin's weight was a familiar anchor against my chest, his body curled against mine like a sleepy kitten. He looked so peaceful, his blonde hair spread across on my chest a faint blush still coloring his cheeks. A strange mix of emotions settled in my gut - confusion, fear, and a surprising sense of calm. I never thought I'd be married, especially not to someone as bright and chaotic , mafia like Jimin. But there was a warmth spreading through me, a feeling I couldn't deny. I traced the outline of his face with my thumb, his soft scent of vanilla mixed with the lingering tang of alcohol. He looked so trusting, so vulnerable in his sleep. Maybe it was foolish, but I felt a surge of pride, his stubborn need to prove that I'm not a slut nor toy to him. He'd married me, instantly, without a second thought .He loved me that much. The thoughts lulled me into a restless sleep, Jimin's warmth a comforting weight against my chest , with lots of thoughts I slowly drift into sleep.

Next morning :

Jimin's pov

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, rousing me from my sleep. I stirred, my head nestled against Yoongi's chest, my arms wrapped tight around his waist.

His face was so peaceful, so beautiful, that I couldn't help but linger in the moment, mesmerized. A sudden ache throbbed in my head, a reminder of the night before ,ahh how much I drank...this headache.

Quietly slipping out of bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom to start my day with my daily routine.

The silence of the house seemed to press against me, a heavy weight. I made my way downstairs, my heart sinking as I saw my father and his my-called wife standing there, in tears.

Shin( jimins father) : 'Jimin!'

My so-called father's voice boomed, sending chills down my spine. His gaze was filled with a fiery anger I'd seen before, a Rage anger when I did thing's against him.

Shin : You've disgraced this family, Jimin! You've married a man? After all I've done for you, after all I've taught you?'

His words cut me deep, his disappointment a tangible wound. I couldn't hold back any longer.

Jimin : 'Enough, Mr. Shin! Stop pretending to be my father. You just raised me, that's it! Don't give me lectures on family ethics.'

The slap came before I could even finish my sentence. The impact sent a shockwave through me, but I swallowed the urge to cry out. This was expected, and somehow, I deserved it.

Shin : You have a wife, Jimin! A wife who deserves your love and respect! You have responsibilities. You have a legacy to uphold!"

His voice grew even louder, his anger echoing through the room.

Shin : Even if I'm not your father, I raised you when you were crying, needing someone by your side after your dad died on a mission!'

My father's words were a twisted dagger, twisting in the open wound of my heart. A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

Jimin : 'I'm so thankful for that... but all you gave me was mafia training and this so-called wife. Leave! Take her with you! I don't like you, and I don't like her.'

Shin : You will pay for this, Jimin,'

he spat, his eyes burning with hatred.

Shin : 'And she will live here. Do whatever you can.'