Guns n Roses | pjm

One

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The familiar pop music of the alarm blasted in the spacious room, instantly snapping me out of my dreamland consisting of the tasty food I had been craving for some time now. Groggily, I rubbed my eyes as I stifled a yawn, and froze when I realized that the bed was not empty like how it usually was.

I blinked a few times, wondering whether I was hallucinating at the sight before me or not. And when it finally dawned upon me that my wife, was literally still sleeping next to me on the bed with her eyebrows furrowed slightly together, my heart skipped a beat embarrassingly at the closeness between us.

"Gaeul?" I muttered softly, the edges of my lips tugging upwards when an adorable pout formed on her face.

Like what I had mentioned earlier, I usually go to bed and wake up alone the next day, so today was an extremely rare sight for me to witness. Gently massaging the space between her knitted eyebrows, I smiled when I felt her relaxing under my touch, and placed a soft peck on her forehead before slipping out of bed to get ready for the day.

My wife was a busy woman.

She spent most of her time scouting around in the city with her trusted men, dealing with businesses she would never tell me in details with her people. Me, on the other hand, was never surprised to see some of them all bloodied when they came back to the mansion, as I kinda knew what they did on the superficial level.

They were a mafia gang, and I was simply a normal man.

But Gaeul's men respected me like how they did with her, since I was married to their superior. We rarely talked, and would only exchange a few words when necessary.

The real question is : Why and how did I become the mafia boss' husband?

If you're thinking that I was forced into this marriage, you're totally wrong.

Believe it or not, I was the one who fell for Gaeul first four years ago, and began to chase after her despite getting rejected for almost a hundred times. It was on the hundred and one attempt when she finally accepted me, claiming that I was too annoying and agreeing to be with me just so I would shut up.

I met her when I was getting robbed by another smaller local gang, and she saved me from the nasty people by beating the hell out of them. It was safe to say that the gang never made any ruckus in her area anymore ever since that incident.

I was merely a university student back then, and I could still vividly remember how cool and hot Gaeul was when she kicked those men's butts effortlessly. I developed a huge crush on her deeply then, and I wasted no time to begin my chase to win her heart when I met her again after a few months coincidentally on the streets.

She cursed at me when she saw me, and even threatened to kill me with her gun if I didn't leave her alone, but for some reason, she didn't do it when I refused to leave. Maybe it was the confession I had blurted out suddenly when the gun was pointed at me, but it didn't matter now, since I was married to the woman I loved a lot now.