Memoria Mafiosa - A Lim Jaebum Fan Fiction

"Where did you meet Lim Jaebum?"

Y/N's smile widens as her gaze turns to look out the window. "It all started 41 years ago... I was 19 and rebelling against my parents, of course."

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Standing in the dim bar, a drink clutched in your hand, you laugh alongside your two friends. They didn't have to beg much to get you to sneak out and end up in the seedy part of town at a bar known for its rough crowd.

The patrons consist mainly of aged men with tattoos and scars that was evidence of what they had done with their lives, so the group of three 19 year olds was clearly out of place.

While one of your friends weaved a story you become aware of a presence that had sidled up next to you. Turning your head you came face to face with a young man on the stool next to yours.

His black hair was styled with a middle part and his silk button-up was only buttoned about halfway, showing off the floral tattoo that covered his chest and the dagger that ran down his sternum. He smirks as you look him up and down.

"What's a pretty face like yours doing in a place like this?" His voice is smooth and deep, a melodic sound against the gruff chatter of the bar.

"I guess I'm not the typical customer of a place like this, right?" You smile at him, "but you're a pretty face compared to most here, too."

He laughs, his eyes turning to crescents as he smiles widely. "You know, around here two pretty faces outta stick together."

"Is that your attempt at asking me on a date?" You smirk at him as he shifts a little, not expecting to be called out so quickly.

"You didn't even let me get to that part, but if that's all it'll take for you to say yes, then yeah, I'm asking you on a date." He takes a drink from his glass, side-eyeing you as he waits for a response.

"You don't even know me."

"Neither do you. Would you still say yes if I told you I was a dangerous man?"

"Would you still ask if I told you I was a dangerous woman?" Your voice is sultry, almost in a joking way, though your intent to flirt is clear.

He chuckles, "Are you?"

"No, are you?"

His eyes stare deeply into yours, the deep brown of them hypnotic in a way.

"Yes."

Giving him a flirty smirk you give your final answer. "Perfect. My dad will hate you."

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"Spoiler, my dad loved him. The man sure knew how to make an impression." She laughs at the memory. "We dated for a year, the time really seemed to fly by though. It was such a whirlwind romance."

"I remember the first time he knocked on my window in the middle of the night. Somehow managing to climb up onto the ledge outside it. He scared me half to death!"

Y/N takes a moment and the only sound is the furious scribble of my pencil.

"He said he just missed me and wanted to spend the night. Promised he'd be out before my mother called me down for breakfast." She speaks quietly, clear that it's a dearly missed memory.

"We got married after that year, he was 25 and I was 20. I really thought my parents would have been against the fast pace of our relationship, but my mom just told me that if I was happy then I should do whatever would keep me that way."

"I really think my dad was just excited that Jaebum paid for the whole thing, it was an extravagant wedding. I almost beat that man when I found out he gave a very large sum of money to my parents for, quote, 'trusting their daughter to him.'"

Y/N stands, walking over to a case full of china and pulls out a beautiful knife. "This was the knife we used to cut our wedding cake, it was considered beautiful and unique for the time."

The knife has a beautiful wooden handle, stained a dark brown. The symbols of their names etched into the silver blade, surrounded by detailed cherry blossoms.

"It's beautiful even now." I say.

Y/N returns to her seat on the couch, taking another sip of her tea. The cookies she laid out remain untouched as well as my tea. She is a very good hostess.

"What would you like to know next?"