Au- 🔞 A woman who has fallen on hard times when she meets a mafia boss who wants to help. She's led down a path of destruction in order to help the only family she has. Will the pair have a happy life forever or will they have a lot of turmoil alo...
AN: This chapter was written to House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd. I may not have a ton of GIFs here, I been a little busy.. I hope you guys are doing amazing, your girl was working so hard to make Christmas happen. Thankful the holiday season is over y'all. I'm not slowing down with work but I hope you enjoy this update as a late gift :)
I worked hard to get these updates out just in time for the New Year and before my night starts, thank you sm for another year of diving into my mind. I appreciate everyone who is here and whoever is still here. I hope next year and beyond is kind to you and all of your wishes comes true. And yes, this AN will be posted on all of my updates.
A couple of days have gone by since the murder in the house happened, There is no other way to explain it and you were uneasy and on edge. You tried to push it farther out of your mind and act normal but how can you. Yoongi has been walking around fine like nothing happened while you pretend to be happy. Cooking, cleaning, and praying that he remained busy enough to not want to be intimate. The thought of what he has done is eating you alive and if you bring it up, it'll cause an argument. You don't want to fight with him because he is truly unpredictable, a wild card. After your chores most days, you'd sit around in silence thinking about... Everything... You thought often, how could I be so stupid? You were staying in the house and haven't gone to see Hyunjin this week.
Wondering if Hyunjin would do the same things as Yoongi, or if he truly is different. In the back of your mind, you know that he is still the same just in different fonts. You messaged him while Yoongi was at work one morning and told him you'll resume your arrangement with him next week. You were just not in the mental space to continue the facade. You have to pretend to be happy around Yoongi because he always picks up on how you're feeling. Hoping that you're doing a good job of acting but you don't know how much longer you'll be able to do this. One morning you were finishing making breakfast when he came downstairs to join you. Half smiling at him, "Good morning babe," you start pouring his coffee while he sits down at the table.
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He looks up at you, "Do you still love me!? Do you still think I'm a monster? You haven't touched me in days." Your eyebrows furrow, "You are though... You killed a person right in front of me. That's fucking traumatizing. I wasn't going to bring it up but I'm going crazy thinking about it." He shrugs, "She deserved it... I have no regr-" You scoff, "For god sake Yoongi, you use to fuck her. She was one of your top favorites... Who's to say you won't just shoot me dead and discard me like a piece of garbage?! I-I just need a little more time, I thought I'd be ok with this type of lifestyle but apparently not." You set his plate of food out in front of him. He sighs, "Well we're stuck together for a little while longer... I never meant to hurt you-"
"Well, you DID!" You scoffed while crossing your arms, "I'm doing my best to get through the days, you fucking psycho." He moves his chair back from the table and takes your hand, leading you to the island of the kitchen. He sits you on the barstool, glaring into your eyes, "Please forgive me... It won't happen again." He's lying, he's a heartless soul but you smile anyway and pretend to believe him, "... I sure hope so. You're supposed to do whatever it takes for the woman you love." His lips hover close to yours, "I do and I will always put you first." You softly whisper, "Promise that the next time you have the sudden urge to kill someone to not do it in front of me." He laughs and his facial expression drops when he realizes you're serious, "Honey, things don't work like that around here... You act like there's a schedule for the maf-"
