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 steely eyes traced the flow of the warm liquid drizzling into the pot, sucking up the aroma and quality of the coffee beans into pure richness.
"You're trying to be someone to me", Those exact words kept ringing down the lake of her memories, reminding her of the murky emotion of selfishness.
"I can't afford to let foolishness take over me", her thoughts were loud as she let out a deep gush, leaning against the counter.
Her trance was cracked by a dull voice, "Good morning, Mrs.Park", Greeted Jungkook dragging his disheveled self across the counter.
"Work night?", She offered him a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
"Every night", he gladly accepted the little act of kindness with a weary smile adorning his lips.
Y/n proceeded to pour a cup of her daily caffeine, whilst grazing onto the watch gently hugging her wrist. The hands pointed to eight seven. Her eyes averted towards the staircase as if waiting for something.
"If I'm good, then he must be here any second", it was until a few ticks of seconds his footsteps gathered into the air. Soon his figure climbed down, eyes immediately meeting her stern ones; determined.
"Good morning, Jimin", Jungkook chipped to which Jimin responded eyes not inching away from hers, two swords piercing each other for a win but alas they slid with a powerful resonance when they both looked away, the ache was loud.
Y/n took her coffee, and made her way to the staircase, her body crossing his warmth.
For the past few days ever since they had the last conversation, Jimin has been making sure to check onto y/n indirectly every once in a while, whether she had a proper meal or proper comfort around the place, but the motive for such care was deep-rooted with a dark sense of reputation.
What will happen if she returns from her honeymoon sick and weary, gloomy and weak? They judge; for someone who can't keep his own kind good how would he provide for others?
And y/n very well knew the intentions of him but her heart beats away from the clasp of her mind for the first time in forever, and she liked the rhythm a little too much to let loose of it.
She gently placed the cup onto her desk. Logging in to her laptop, it projected the recording of his room. Her lips dipped between the crown of her teeth, noting down the time of his routine. She began to compare few sets of timings, and they all fall more or less in a consistent pattern.
"He has unknowingly thrown himself into a schedule of time with accuracy", her lips curled into a simper.
"If I'm gonna forage his room, I need a good amount of time and the only opportunity is when he baths", she looks through the timings as she sees a period of twenty minutes.
