They claim, "I don't love you," but oh darling, I do love you in my own complicated manner!
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Every day since Jungkook carved his name into Taehyung's side, he---Taehyung hasn't run and
hidden from him. There is no point; he–the fucking mafia always gets what he wants, and Taehyung will only make him angry. Brunette just goes outside with a blanket, sitting on the
front lawn, watching the staff tend to the yard.Each morning when he wakes up, he has to rub some antibiotics on the wound. A few days after the incident, it began to get infected and scab up, but now that the mafia has taken the brunette to the doctor, he has something to prevent it from getting gross. He also has to change the gauze every day. He has been wearing loose tank tops to keep the shirt from rubbing and trying to keep the pain at a minimum. And now he is sitting outside, trying to air out the wound. It
had begun burning earlier, so he took the gauze off and let the wind caress it
slightly.It is a beautiful day today. Taehyung looks over to see the gardener tending to the flowers. A beautiful rainbow arrangement covers the front of the house.
"Taehyung."
Startled, Taehyung jumps as Jungkook's– his husband's voice pulls him out of his trance. Brunette looks up to see him standing over him and quickly lowering his shirt. Every time his husband sees his name etched into Taehyung's smooth honey skin, he gets this look on his face. Like the sight brings him
joy. And it scares the pretty brunette.The mob moves down on the blanket next to his brunette, propping himself up on his forearm. He cranes his neck to look at Taehyung.
"I haven't heard you play in a while," He says, almost as if he were pouting. "I miss hearing your beautiful melodies." His eyes roam down to the hem of Taehyung's shirt, and Jungkook begins playing with it. Taehyung doesn't speak; he only keeps his hazel eyes trained on the gardener.
"You know, now that your father is out of the way, the matter of who's going to run the South is very tender. And since you are the only heir he had, well, it'd make sense that your husband take over. " He slowly pushes his brunette's shirt up so that the J and the K are visible."But I was thinking, maybe we should appoint someone." He is still pushing the shirt up. "But it's just a matter of who." He pauses for a moment, as if thinking, and finally releases a breath before laying his head on Taehyung's lap.
"I think I want you to play in another recital for me so that the whole world can know how talented my beautiful wifey is." Brunette almost doesn't register his husband's words.
"What?" He says aloud.
Jungkook shifts his head so that he is looking up at Taehyung from his lap. And damn, if he doesn't look sexy as hell. His curly dark hair is falling in ringlets away from his face, and his thick lashes are more defined from this angle. He is smiling at Taehyung. A smile that radiates joy.
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Fanfiction------An arranged marriage between two Mafia heirs: one is the next 'Boseu' and the other is his prey. Would love overcome their fatal enmity? --Kim Taehyung was an innocent angel, a naive creature and He changed everything. "It makes me so hard kn...