Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#62 Chaotic Wedding

Welcome to Our bickering couple aka Kim Taehyung and Kang Mia's Chaotic Wedding. 🤭💞

You all are invited ❤️

If you ever asked Kim Taehyung what his greatest achievement in life is, he wouldn’t say becoming a millionaire, or even surviving Jeon Jungkook’s death glares for years as his secretary. Nope. Without hesitation, he’d puff his chest and proudly declare:

“Convincing my father-in-law to let me marry his daughter.”

Yes. That’s it. That’s the mountain he chose to climb.

What nobody tells you is how he did it. Because only Kim Taehyung knows the trauma he endured. For a whole year and a half, eighteen soul-sucking months—when he should’ve been spoiling his girlfriend with candlelit dinners and overpriced teddy bears, he was out here babysitting her dad’s bonsai collection and memorizing every episode of his favorite fishing show. Romantic? Not even remotely. Tragic? Deeply.

Mr. Kang was a man of high standards. And by high standards, we mean no man on Earth, not even a Nobel Prize winner with a six-pack, could ever be good enough for his daughter. But Taehyung? Oh, he was persistent. The man practically camped in their backyard at one point.

And when Mr. Kang finally said yes after what felt like Taehyung climbing Mount Everest in flip-flops. Kim Taehyung didn’t jump for joy. He malfunctioned. He blinked. Stared. And then promptly broke down in the middle of Jeon Jungkook’s private office like a man who had just been freed from a hostage situation.

Tears? Flowing. Sobs? Echoing. Dignity? Left the chat.

For a solid thirty minutes, Taehyung clung to his boss like a wet koala, his Gucci suit wrinkled, mascara (don’t ask) smudged, and nose doing its best impression of Niagara Falls. The Mafia King, Jeon Jungkook, man of few words and even fewer emotions just sat there stiff as a corpse, blinking slowly while his emotionally damaged secretary used his thousand-dollar dress shirt as a personal tissue.

Jungkook gave him a robotic pat on the back every few minutes, not out of comfort, but out of sheer confusion, like a dad who was handed a crying baby and told “just bounce him or something.” His soul visibly left his body every time Taehyung sniffled loudly or buried his snotty face deeper into his chest.

At one point, Taehyung wailed, “Hyung, I was so good to him. I watched his pigeons! I memorized his golf schedule! I even laughed at his puns!” Then he let out a dramatic gasp and added, “And he still made me suffer like I was auditioning for a role in a K-drama!”

Jungkook, whose idea of emotional support was not shooting someone when they annoyed him, looked down at the shaking man in his arms and muttered under his breath, “I should’ve hired a robot.”

When Taehyung finally calmed down only because he ran out of tears, he pulled back, eyes red, face a mess, and whispered with absolute sincerity, “Thank you, hyung… I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Jungkook, who now looked like he’d just wrestled a sewer rat, nodded slowly. “Next time,” he said, voice dry as the desert, “just elope.”

And as Taehyung dramatically clutched his chest and declared he would’ve eloped if not for his need to be a “proper gentleman,” Jungkook stared blankly into space, probably questioning every life choice that had led him to this very moment… while trying to ignore the growing damp spot on his shirt.

Disgusting. But weirdly heartwarming.

And you could measure Kim Taehyung’s happiness not in words, but in actions. Because the man showed up at the wedding hall a whole two hours early. Not fashionably early. Not “helping with last-minute prep” early. No, this was camping-at-the-door-before-the-staff-
arrived early.