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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A/N: Fasten your seatbelts and grab your tissues:D Also I'm reusing one of the old chapters so the comments may have spoilers if you dig too deep:)
With his grip tight on the stack of papers, Namjoon fills what he hopes would be the last cup of caffeine for the day. The male read the time to be eight fifty on his watch neatly clutching onto his skin as he picks his cup before heading to the rest of the work.
As he approaches closer to his cabin, Namjoon's ears pick up a distorted argument. Worried about what was Yoongi upto, he left his pile of work unattended on his table before strolling toward the male.
"Are you fucking with me right now?" His ears perked on hearing the brutal tone Yoongi delivered.
"I'm not! I literally asked what was I called for," Scoffed the feminine voice with a noticeable annoyance whom Namjoon realized to be Y/n.
"Mm let's see, what were you called for? I don't know maybe to fuck around like you usually do?"
Slinking through the shadowy hallways, Namjoon strode as fast as possible as the voices grew louder and caustic, eroding the last bit of humanity left in the room.
On opening the door, Namjoon's muscles grew tense, the siblings held disdain so heavy and faces convoluted in rage as Y/n spat, "Don't you dare, there was this goddamn depression and a stupid riot to strive through, so don't you dare give me that bullshit!"
"Bullshit? Out of hundreds of agents putting their lives on the line, hundreds! You have it easy and advantageous and yet it has been weeks! Not days but weeks since you lastly reported?" Hissed Yoongi, quite embittered by her protest.
"You don't fucking care about those hundred agents, don't give me that crap!" Y/n snapped, drowning the entire cabin in silence.
Clueless and also very much stunned by the sudden rebuke, Namjoon stood with his feet cemented to the floor. Although kissed with Moonlight and hugged by the cold monsoon air, the temperature around him sizzled with suffocating dense and vengeance-filled gazes of the siblings were enough to make a grown man gulp.
Despite sensing the impending danger, Namjoon found himself hopeless, the last time he tried barging into their fight, he was left with a bruised eye and two slits with blood dripping down his chest.
Miffed by her attitude, Yoongi slammed his palm against the table as he stood up and in a second, Yoongi had his fingers bunched around Y/n's collars as he stared at the female with impenetrable loathe, "I can very well shut you in the house and if I had any courtesy which I don't, could have given you a small part of Min's property to look after for the sake of father adopting you but I gave you enough as a quarter of the heritage and married you off as a part of a deal, a chance, so you could have whatever you desire and this is how you handle it? By showing how useless you are?" He shook her by the collar, creating an impact for each little word so it would soak deep into her marrow and deeper into the scars he painted.
