"Marry me, or I'll blow up the city."
When the world's most dangerous villain, Park Jimin, shows up at Y/N's door with an ultimatum, and her favourite dessert, life takes a sharp turn from mundane to absolutely absurd. Between world domination plans...
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Days passed in a surreal blur. Y/N had barely come to terms with the fact that she was apparently engaged to the world's most dangerous villain when the wedding arrangements started rolling in. A team of Jimin's henchmen, who were, oddly enough, very professional and polite, arrived at Y/N's apartment with detailed plans for the ceremony. It would be a small affair, just as Jimin had promised, though Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that their definition of "small" was wildly different from his.
In the midst of this whirlwind, Y/N found herself grappling with the absurdity of it all. How did one even begin to prepare for life as the spouse of a supervillain?
The answer came in the form of another unexpected visit.
Y/N was sitting on the couch, staring at her phone, still trying to wrap her head around the reality of her situation when there was a familiar knock on the door.
"Y/N, darling!" Jimin called from outside, his voice as cheerful as if he were simply visiting a friend. "I brought food!"
Opening the door, Y/N found Jimin standing there with takeout bags in hand, grinning like he'd just pulled off the heist of the century.
"Thought we could have a little dinner date," he said, breezing past her into the apartment. He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and started unpacking a spread of food that smelled incredible.
Y/N stared at him, still caught off guard by how normal he seemed in moments like this, like he wasn't the same person who had a "Most Wanted" poster in every major city on the planet.
"I was just about to head out for a... meeting," Jimin said between bites of food, waving his fork nonchalantly. "But I figured I'd drop by first and see my favorite person. How are the wedding preparations coming along?"
Y/N blinked. "It's... overwhelming. Your team has everything planned down to the second."
Jimin smiled warmly. "They're efficient, aren't they? Don't worry, I'll make sure it's perfect for you."
Y/N's stomach flipped at the sincerity in his voice. It was such a strange juxtaposition, this man who could rain destruction upon the world was now fretting over wedding details, making sure it was to her liking.
The phone on Jimin's belt buzzed. He glanced at it briefly and sighed, setting his fork down.
"Duty calls," he said with a pout. "I've got a very important meeting with a certain group of heroes who think they can stop me. It's all very tiresome."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And by 'meeting,' you mean..."
Jimin winked. "Let's just say they won't be bothering us after tonight."
Y/N rolled her eyes but found herself smiling despite everything. "Just don't destroy anything too important. We still have a wedding to plan."
"Of course, darling," Jimin said, standing up and straightening his jacket. "I'll be back in time for dessert. Don't wait up."
He gave Y/N a quick kiss on the cheek, like this was the most normal interaction in the world, and then strolled out the door with the same casual confidence he always carried.
Hours later, Y/N was half-asleep on the couch when Jimin returned, looking far too pleased with himself.
"Well, that was fun," he said, kicking off his shoes and making his way to the kitchen to grab a drink.
Y/N sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. "Fun? You were... fighting heroes."
Jimin grinned. "They're predictable, really. Always thinking they can outsmart me. It's almost boring."
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at how nonchalant he was about the whole thing. "You're impossible."
"I know," Jimin said, flashing them that devastating smile. "But you love me for it."
Y/N's laughter faltered as Jimin's words sunk in. Did she... love him? It had only been a few weeks, and yet, something about his confidence, his twisted yet undeniable charm, was starting to wear down her defenses.
Before Y/N could respond, Jimin plopped down next to her on the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
"I brought ice cream," he said, holding up a pint with a gleam in his eyes. "Strawberry, your favorite."
And in that moment, sitting next to the world's most dangerous man, sharing ice cream and bantering as though world domination wasn't his day job, Y/N realized her life was never going to be ordinary again.
But maybe, just maybe, that wasn't such a bad thing.
To be continued...
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