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 body felt feverish immersed in cotton clouds, braced with the touch of silk and with amber hues seeping into her locks. The warmth in her abdomen from the night blazing sinfully rearing her mind to remember the glaze of his fingertips, the fervor of his tongue, tangling her soul with ropes of pleasure.
Hadn't she known yet that the aforementioned was a mere figment of imagination her heart has enclosed her mind with.
In reality, her skin burnt tremendously devoid of pleasure, tremors lining her body one after another. Her heart has sunk in depths of oblivion creating a world of its own while the truth was that she laid delirious with sweat soaking her sheets.
It wasn't too late until she woke up from the dream, her eyes nictating furiously due to the shine of the sun. Her throat was parched, with all her might she veered her heavy head inside the room to find herself all alone at seven-fifteen in the morning. His presence was nowhere to be found.
A bitter sob escaped her lips as her body felt sour and cranky. Embracing herself she sat up, burying her nude self into the sheets. Y/n still hasn't been released from the clasp of her unreal paradise. After all, it was not new to her, she always created a world of happiness when she was in immense pain.
Time flew by with her eyes settled on the pale walls, silence enfolding the room but the coldness was loud and suffocating. Her mind felt eerie as she gradually remembered each and every moment that happened a few hours ago, salty tears began to collect among her lashes and soon set their footsteps down her cheeks.
"W-what have I done?", Flood of tears gushed down her eyes, blurring her vision.
Remorse branched across her chest bringing chills to the tip of her fingers.
"What have you done? Is this why you have come here for y/n? You gave yourself up in the heat of the moment for just pleasure?", Her inner demon lured her under its binds.
"Maybe yoongi was right...", those little words struck her like thunder.
"No!", She closed her ears refusing to listen.
"You always go afar from what you're supposed to do. You're just a pest who's unworthy and causes nothing but trouble...", her chapped lips quivered as she crumbled.
"Please stop", she begged her nails which rested on her neck digging into her skin trying to obscure the voice.
"You have never been a benefit but menace. All the things they do for you and you couldn't carry the weight of this mission? They entrusted you to something important and look at you?", Violent sobs and hiccups fell from her mouth.
"If you wanna dilly dally your way, if you wanna be a disgrace to the family name why don't you do a favor and just kill yourself?", Scarlet streaks lined her neck as she bawled out trembling.
Y/n cursed and blamed herself for such a regretful action but is it truly her fault?
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The branched misery of guilt has left behind sour spheres of blurred vision and oceans of scarlet swimming underneath them, the endless fall of the salty liquid has been parched long back leaving trails of blotches on her skin yet her heart is a place where rain never ceases and storms often visited. The heavy skewers of regret kept digging up the aching memories of the night so she can't help but be in the palm of a daze, an excruciating daze.
(As Ariana Grande once said; y/nie has no tears left to cry💅✨)
"Mrs.Park", a sudden knock on her door pulled her from the trance.
Gulping her emotions, she spoke out softly, "Yes?"
"Everything has been prepared, we'll be leaving in twenty minutes", Jungkook reported y/n.
"I'll be there in a few", she uttered loud enough to reach his ears.
Aside from her inner chaos, on the outside y/n was a proud woman masking with abounding veneers and clasping her emotions from escaping on the surface, no matter how pleasant and peaceful she is no one knows how many hurricanes have passed and storms have crashed. And once again she chooses the same.
She carries on her way obscuring his presence as a whole, entering into the Jet she paid no attention to none but to cradle in the arms of her seat and bewitched into the charms of sleep as they flew in the hollow space between the heavens and the earth, for sleep at times is a portal for an escape and y/n abused that portal as much as she can.
How long can a person so near be kept under oblivion? A few.
Y/n has tumbled out from her dream long back but refused attention carrying on her sleepless lay. The Jet has gradually soared down to earth, y/n was sour yet has made up her mind to face him. She slowly got down the staircase, the heaviness of her head due to the blizzard emotions and Jet lag made her steps a little unstable.
Her heels settled on the edge of the stairs and when unknowingly she shifted her balance, her body stumbled onward into a crash.
But encircling of a certain hand around her waist thwarted her from an embarrassing fall.
"A little tipsy are we?", He cooed pulling her against his arm.
Gritting her teeth, she gazed back, "You sicken me"
He tutted with a smirk before offering her a pair of shades, in turn, she raised her eyebrows at his gesture. His hands were now placed against her hips in a couple-ish manner.
He leaned in, his sensuous lips pressed delicately against her right eye, and muttered against her ears placing the cooler in her palm, "You can show yourself happy but eyes are the doorway to the soul, I can see yourpain, sweetheart"
Her pupils slightly diluted as he pulled away with a curve on his lips. She quickly averted her face away from him, putting on the coolers. Seeing her wearing them, he wears a set of matching glasses.
They both walk down the airport, paparazzi, and media not even being subtle, flashed onto them.
