Mafia x agent + Arranged marriage Au.
Contains mature content.
A young woman skilled in the art of battle and business is assigned to crush the existence of a cruel emperor along with his kingdom, but who would have thought that the relationship th...
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Her boot-clad soles stepped down the Jet to be embraced in the arms of the fresh coastal breeze. Wind dancing against her cheeks with the lightest touch rather than the flashy cameras shoving onto her face by the paparazzi, she was endorsed in the moment of peace.
The curl whirling on her pink dusted lips wavered as Jimin walked past her along with his personal assistant, Jeon Jungkook.
What a pleasant way to start the honeymoon...
A low sigh twirled away from her lips as she followed him. All the execrable air yet none clasped her from appreciating the beauty of the dense flora rooted aesthetically in the land of the Park's. What more was the enormous palace-like mansion bound with the art of the zenith and glory of the Architecture sitting gracefully in the middle of the scattered bosky.
Oh how it pictured a prince returning to his home for he looks like he belonged to the graceful and kind yet that was never the case, he belongs to the hatred and dark.
As soon as they stepped onto the house, y/n couldn't help but admire each little ornament that painted the exquisite room before her eyes. She soon was pulled from the chasm of being mesmerized by her husband.
"Jungkook, show her the room she's meant to be in", he uttered, eyes sparing not even a sneaky glance at her as he strode away but was held back on his foot suddenly.
With his arcane eyes lancing her, he vocalized sternly, "Do whatever you want in this household but do not come to seek me or near my room"
"Excuse me? But that was straight up rude.", y/n thought as she scoffed.
Day two: he's a douche.
"Show me the luxury prison, Mr.Jeon", He tried to strike a smile to enhance the atmosphere before escorting her upstairs to the room.
"Make yourself comfortable", he gleamed.
"Um..Mr.Jeon-"
"Jungkook, please", he interrupted her.
"Sure...Jungkook, May I know where Jimin's room is?", She questioned anticipating waiting for his next words.
"Oh, the last room, the floor below you", he gave a slight bow and left y/n to sink into the harrowing thoughts of her whole wedding.
Her shoulders pressed against the satin sheets soaring softly beneath her skin as her head fell into the abyss of thoughts, string after string pulling her to the depth of the end.
Her eyes rested against her cheeks, thoughts levitating her emotions. Suddenly she stood up, walking across the room collecting a parchment and a pen.
Her fingers grip onto the pen as the nib engraved the letters from her heart onto the sheet.
I wonder what would life had in its hands for me if I didn't end up like this if I refused to get adopted by the Min's? Rather than adopted I would say sold. Would I have been happy? Have a happy family? Would be a normal woman? Married? I can just wonder...
