"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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Y/N sat on the couch in their new shared home, absentmindedly scrolling through their phone. It had been a few weeks since she'd married Park Jimin, the world's most feared villain, in what could only be described as a completely bizarre turn of events. Most people would find themselves in constant fear living with a man who could crush governments with a snap of his fingers, but Y/N found it strangely... normal. At least, as normal as life could get when your husband spent his days plotting world domination.
It was around 7 PM, and Y/N had just finished setting the table for dinner. The smell of roasted chicken wafted through the apartment, mingling with the faint, ozone-like scent of Jimin's villainy that seemed to cling to him every time he came home after a long day of "work."
Where is he? Y/N thought. Jimin usually made it home for dinner on time, one of the rare routines they had managed to establish in their strange new life together. Maybe today he was just running late because of one of his evil schemes. Or maybe that Namjoon guy Jimin mentioned recently had pulled some heroic stunt that threw a wrench in his plans. Again.
Y/N shrugged and moved to the kitchen to check on the chicken. As she basted the meat with the drippings, she heard the front door creak open.
Jimin stepped into the apartment, his black trench coat sweeping the floor as he entered. His hair was slightly disheveled, and the usual glint of mischief sparkled in his eyes, but Y/N could tell that something had gone wrong. He looked... tense.
"Rough day?" Y/N asked, placing the chicken on the counter to cool.
Jimin sighed, rubbing his temples as he took off his coat. "You have no idea. Namjoon's people intercepted my data transmission again, third time this week. I swear, he must have a mole inside my operation."
Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, I made roasted chicken. Thought you could use a break."
Jimin's lips curled into a small smile as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist, pulling her into a brief but tender hug. "What would I do without you?" he murmured against her hair before pulling away. "But before I eat, I need to take care of something. There's just one loose end from today's operation."
Y/N arched an eyebrow. "By 'loose end,' you mean...?"
Jimin's grin turned devious. "I've got a certain hero tied up in the basement. Just need to have a little... chat."
Y/N chuckled, unfazed. "Right. You do that. Dinner will be ready when you're done."
With a wink, Jimin turned and strode toward the hidden door that led to his underground lair. Y/N shook her head, bemused. Just another day in paradise, she thought, heading back to the table to finish setting the utensils.
Down in his lair, Jimin paced the room as a very angry and very tied-up hero, one of Namjoon's top operatives, glared at him. The villain's base was exactly what one would expect: dark metal walls, glowing red lights, and enough high-tech gadgets to run a small country. In the center of the room, the hero was bound to a chair, struggling against the ropes but getting nowhere fast.
