"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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Jimin's villainous lair was quiet, too quiet. For the first time in what seemed like weeks, there were no explosions, no frenzied henchmen running around, and no heroes attempting to foil his latest scheme. It was an unusual day, one where the calm felt slightly... off. Even Jimin, perched at his desk surrounded by blueprints of his latest evil plot, seemed a little subdued.
"Hey," Y/N's voice broke through the silence as she entered the room. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway. "We need to talk."
Jimin immediately sat up straight, an uncharacteristic flicker of anxiety passing across his face. "Am I in trouble? Did I forget to pick up more eggs again?"
Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, no. It's not that." She walked over, dropping into the chair opposite him. "It's just... we've been so busy lately. With all your evil plans and me, you know, trying to keep us both from starving. I thought maybe we should work on our communication."
Jimin blinked. "Communication? What are you saying, love?"
"I'm saying," Y/N hesitated, "that maybe we should try couples therapy."
Jimin stared at her as though she had just suggested giving up world domination entirely. "Therapy?"
"Yes, therapy," Y/N said firmly. "Look, I know we're good, but I think it couldn't hurt to work through a few things. I mean, you never text me when you're running late because of a coup or something. And then there was that one time I didn't even know you were in a meeting with the President of Kazakhstan while I was waiting for you at the restaurant."
Jimin winced, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, yeah, I did leave you hanging that one time. But couples therapy? That's for... ordinary people."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You're married to me. I think that qualifies us as a little more ordinary than you'd like to admit."
Jimin sighed dramatically, but there was no denying the fondness in his eyes. "Alright, fine. We'll give this 'therapy' thing a shot. But if this therapist faints halfway through the session when I mention global anarchy, don't say I didn't warn you."
The therapist's office was bright, minimalistic, and completely unprepared for the chaos that had just walked in.
Dr. Cha, a petite woman with round glasses and a calming smile, greeted them with professional politeness, but the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her nerves as she realized who exactly her new clients were.
"I-It's very nice to meet you both," Dr. Cha stammered, gesturing for them to sit. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
Jimin, ever the confident one, sank into the couch with a casual smirk. Y/N, on the other hand, sat a little more delicately, sensing the tension in the room. She shot the therapist an apologetic smile, trying to ease the awkwardness.
