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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Twilight ascended across the horizon, embracing every little element of the world. Unlike the sun who cradles in the arm of the night while its forbidden lover, the moon takes up the sun's work by scintillating the world for them, the protagonist of our novel doesn't have one. Y/n rumbles through files, rides through work and her fingers skates across the keyboard with eyes not inching apart from the blue screen all by herself, today is no more apart from the usual.
(Just me being a hopeless romantic who opts for the moon and the Sun to be forbidden lovers just like our Jiminie and y/nie)
Her eyes fell on the set of files abandoned at the corner of the screen, as if she wants it to be to her oblivion. Sighing hastily, she clicks the documents, coming in vision with rows of audio each at an hour's length.
Her head swayed heavily before crashing onto the headstead. Eyes fluttering close, a roll of film projected behind her eyes; her memories of the wild. Spring of warmth swarmed her chest only to wilt into sorrow when her thoughts glided from the warm touches of his fingertips at dusk to the cold touches of the cotton sheets at dawn.
Shaking her thoughts furiously she remembered how she had managed to transplant a hearing chip in his room the morning after and it has been recording for a week now but she didn't lay a finger at them yet due to the hustle of work and now she's here stumbling onto them.
Letting out an ounce of cold air, she quickly began to listen to them one by one at a greater speed than normal because the audios mostly consisted of pure tranquil, it seems Jimin doesn't fancy working in his room much and whenever he does all one could hear was stress laced sighs, groans of annoyance and grunts of frustration along with a few rants of how the wedding took his time off which did nothing but infuriate y/n.
"Workaholic bastard," Y/n rolled her eyes, slightly miffed.
Tedious of the tranquility, she decided to pour herself a glass of red wine. It might be early in the evening but for her, every hour is wine o'clock. Dipping her lips into my wine, she heard agitated barring of his room door.
"Jimin we have a situation," The person who entered announced quite disturbed. The anxious tone of the voice caused y/n to slow down the audio speed and she found the owner of the voice to be Jungkook.
"And what is it?" Jimin asked unfazed by the dense aura Jungkook carried.
"The deals," Jungkook replied.
"Precisely?"
"The stocks", Y/n scorned at their hide and seek conversation and pressed the earpiece against her ears a little harder so she could compute with their pitches.
"Yeah, aren't they supposed to arrive in two days from now at Ulsan?" The hazy in Jimin's voice was profound.
