- a Park Jimin fanfiction -
in which his wife is a mafia boss.
Park Jimin, an ordinary-looking man on the outside had a secret - his wife was a mafia boss leader. When an unexpected turn of events occurred, he was forced to dive into the dangerous w...
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"Jimin, whose shirt is this?"
Tearing my gaze away from my laptop, I adjusted my glasses before looking at Gaeul who was holding Hoseok's shirt with a grimace. I was surprised to find out that she knew what shirts I owned, but I kept it inside my mind.
"My friend at work. An intern accidentally ruined my shirt earlier at work today." I told her honestly, but judging by the subtle furrowing of her eyebrows, I knew she was being doubtful with my words. "I'm telling the truth, Gaeul."
"What happened to the intern then?" She narrowed her eyes dangerously.
Shit. Should I tell her the entire story or just a brief summary will do?
"Um- I forgave her."
Sensing my hesitancy, Gaeul crossed her arms slowly, her intense gaze still locked with mine. "So it's a girl, huh?"
"Yes, but nothing happened between us! I swear!" I took a step closer towards her desperately.
"Does sharing the same umbrella ring a bell to you, Park Jimin?" She taunted, making me gulp nervously even though I knew I was innocent.
I was about to ask her how did she find out, but stopped when I recalled her words when she told me that there were always bodyguards hiding around me. I cursed mentally at how stupid I was.
Obviously, I could have asked them for help to avoid the rain.
Taking a deep breath, I exhaled it out before leaning downwards to meet Gaeul's eyes. With my fingers, I began to caress her head gently, crossing fingers in my mind for her to be less angry at me.
"It was raining, and she insisted to give me her umbrella but it'd be unkind of me to let a girl soaked in the rain so we kinda shared the same umbrella to reach the subway station." I explained. "And, she gave me a chocolate too so I think she kinda has a tiny weeny crush on me."
Upon hearing my last input, Gaeul's eyes widened before pushing me away. However, being with her for years now gave me an advantage of learning her habits bit by bit, so, before she could even push me away successfully, I had wrapped my arms around her waist so that she couldn't escape from me.
"Let me go!" Gaeul exclaimed angrily.
"You know that I only love you, Gaeul. I'd never bat an eye at other girls, you know that." I stated, freezing when I heard choked sobs suddenly escaping from her. "Baby? Are you crying?"
"Yes! And I hate you for being such a good-looking and charming man!" My wife cried out loud, her fists still clenching onto the T-shirt I was wearing. "Do you know how insecure I felt when my men told me about the girl? I thought you were cheating on me!"
"Oh, baby. I'd never ever cheat on you. My heart belongs to you, and only you." I comforted, planting feathery pecks all over her face. "But, I feel flattered by your compliments."
