FIRST LOVE

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"leave my hand!" hissed chungha. Her eyes squinted at the male, who clenched his jaws and grabbed her by the waist. It was a firm and possessive grip around her tiny waist. Chungha huffed and rolled her eyes at the man, who did not care about the tantrums thrown at him. What was he expecting from a girl seven years younger than him? But he liked how feisty she was.

"If I had to leave your hand, I would have never asked for it," youngjae smirked at his words, making chungha go all red to the ears. She stopped walking and looked at youngjae for a few seconds.

"you didn't ask for it, you just took me" she said, her face scrunching up at her husband.

"Well, you are mine, so it makes sense," Youngjae laughed and it made Chungha blush even more. Youngjae was good at answering and in making her feel like a highschool girl and obviously, a slut for him in bed.

Chungha punched him on the chest and stomped her way towards the living room of her mansion. Chungha had to go through a ceremony to keep silent. The code of the mafia. She was prepared to be tied down by the tradition of the mafia. When it was her brother, she wasn't crazy about this mafia thing. The moment she met youngjae, she was lost in the spell of the man, Choi youngjae. Who was he? Nobody for her, at least what chungha thought.

Youngjae's regular visits, his eyes meeting chungha and soft gestures played by him was enough for chungha to dress up for the mafia boss visiting her mansion. Her talks involved youngjae, her mind clouded with youngjae and then, she wanted to look good for him.

Youngjae was older than her, he was seven years older than her but it didn't change the fact that he was so good. His deep voice, the mole under his eyes, his eagle shaped eyes undressed her skin tight dress. Youngjae's long hair, making his eyes look even more mysterious than they were and the way he was possessive for the things he owned.

Chungha lost it when the man appeared in her college and pulled her in his car. That day, the tension went to zero. The warmth she always wanted to feel was now she was feeling. She was finally feeling the skin she wanted to lock in her body.

Youngjae took her with consent and it was out of limits. Their private life wasn't limited to their bedroom.

"Are you really wearing this? You said it was only for me" youngjae pointed at Chungha's white, off shoulder blouse with blue jeans and heels.

"I have a nice low neck blouse, will that work, husband?" she smirked, winking at youngjae. Youngjae was totally convinced that he was getting something tonight.

The couple reached their living room, giving their small yet elegant smile to the guest sitting there. Youngjae shook hands with chungha's brother, Kim junmyeon who was very delighted to meet them after a long time. Youngjae's eyes moved to his brother, who sat far away. He smirked and turned to look at chungha.

"sit with them, while we start with the ceremony" said youngjae.

Youngjae was being very polite and respectful because he was in the presence of the Ims. Mafia jaebum sat in the center, being the main witness of the ceremony. He would be granting the silence and if it was broken, he was the one to take the life away. Simple.

The ceremony started and chungha was called near to a table placed in front of the leaders of all the levels and associations.

There was a big bowl with a knife, made of silver kept beside the bowl.

"omerta is the loyalty given the members of the mafia family. We are the family, we never turn our backs, we stand together like a pillar supporting each other. Omerta never allows disobedient people. Now, I will call my wife and sister of Kim Junmyeon, Choi Chungha" Youngjae called his wife, his eyes fixated over his lovely wife as she walked towards the table. Her eyes ran onto the things placed and she picked up the knife.