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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Little sun rays peaked into the room prevaded with heavy air as if it's grieving about the state of the woman lying draped in the sheets lifelessly. Eyes swan red with cheeks grew wrinkled due to the dried up tears, not a bulge did she move since she regained her consciousness.
Because she was sucked up by the words which prickled her ears.
"You want to be someone to me"
She couldn't come to deny it. True, that she want to find some sort of bond with him superficially like a acquaintance but to be someone to him rings a distant bell with a rhythm of something else, something unknown to her.
Suddenly her trance of void was broken by sharp knocks with a soft voice, "Mrs.Park?"
She immediately recognised the voice belonged to the chief maid here. Gulping in her levitating thoughts, she skimmed her cold attire,"Yes?", She responded. Her voice followed by a gentle twist, the maid came in with a elegant food tray, the aroma of the rich coffee wavering throughout the room.
"Mr.Park wanted to deliver this to you", A tender smile tugged onto her lips.
For a second, y/n's eyes lingered on the plates and utensils before cracking away telling the maid to place them on the coffee table, she did as y/n pleased.
Bowing for the last time, the maid exited her room just for y/n's frost crawl back onto the corners of the room. A shroud of thoughts brumed her eyes as she peered at the untouched breakfast tray.
Very unusual and very infuriating of him, she thought.
Soon incessant knocks on her door pulled her from mulling over, "Y/n?"
Her blood saturated with anger when his voice stroked her ears. An appal sensation curls her stomach.
"Yes?", She answered calmly, masking the rage. Because she wanted to know the reason for sending food in an moment lack of appetite, moreover plainly for the stunt itself.
His gaze softened as it fell onto her unkempt figure with tousled curls, twisted in the sheets. Veering away from her, his eyes aligned with the breakfast he had sent over a half an hour ago.
With his brows knitted together, he questioned, "You haven't eaten your breakfast?"
"I'm sorry for you have assumed I would have an appetite after what happened", she stated with a smile devoid of humour.
"And it's very unusual of you to send over a breakfast when you simply couldn't even care for my existence a few days ago", she continued.
Jimin's voice stuck on his throat as y/n stared him with such ferocious eyes.
"And couldn't avoid but think was it an apology for yesterday or more was it a way to win me over?", She glanced at his palms clutching into a ball and she decided to pick the wound further.
"If it's two I would like to remind you, I am not one of your sluts to bounce back onto your lap after a kind gesture. I am your wife, Park", she glared at him, inturn he gushed out a sigh in annoyance.
"Look I just came here to treat your wounds", he scowled.
"Ironic cause you were the one who caused them and no thank you, I am fully capable of looking after myself", she denied immediately.
"It would hard for you to treat your wounds on the hands....Just...just let me do it", he walked over to her, she finally saw the little white box hanging hidden on his left hand.
"Could you please show your hands?", He asked politely. Y/n held out her blood stained arms, patched of scarlet embroidered along her wrist in lines.
"You didn't even wash them?", He scolded softly ghosting his fingers over them.
"I had immense pain in another place so I was not least bothered of these", she spoke dismally.
"Where?", Drowning in concern his eyes found hers.
"Here", her slender forfinger pointed towards her heart. Jimin's face fell opaque with lack of emotions, he averted his head away and said, "We need to cleanse the wounds first, let's go to the restroom"
He walked to the restroom's door, and left the door open ajar before strolling in. Y/n slowly followed him.
"Can you sit on the counter top? It would be easy for me to treat them near the basin", he requested placing the bandages on the marble top.
She obligated and sat on the cold marble counter letting her foot hang in the air. He gently began by placing an ice bag on her bruised ankle and proceeding to wash the dried blood off and treat them in silence while y/n's vision fixed onto the the ivory walls.
"Lonely, isn't it?", After a while he spoke tearing the tranquility.
"What?", She responded eyes still stagnated on the walls.
He closed the little box and his orbs fell onto her frame but hers still lingered on the walls.
"If only we knew what was love to show each other", her gaze in a second fell onto his orbs sweltering with longing. In reflex, he looked down immediately and gradually walked away from her crouched figure.
As he unlatched the door, she blurted, "What if we found it together?"
Her heartbeat sits on her ears, body rumbling down into heat whilst her soul buzzled for his reply, eagerly eyeing him.
"We can't", he spoke dissolving her race of emotions into thin air.
"We shouldn't", he whispered with his back facing her.
"Why not-", y/n's words were blocked by the door he slammed close leaving her alone in the restroom.
Word count: 940
A/n:
A short one and if confused, it's a newly added chapter, my old readers.
