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Mafia Boss Yoongi x Female Reader

Summary: When your father can't repay a debt to The Min Family, you’re forced to marry Yoongi, the cold, feared son of Min Haneul. But behind his hard exterior, you discover a gentle, protective side—one that just might take you and everyone by surprise.

Warnings: Violence, guns, swearing, arranged marriage, gangs, gambling, smoking, drinking, murder, sexual assault, stabbing, mentions of blood and surgical procedure, hints of smut, slight possessiveness, this chapter contains smut at the beginning

Word Count: 3,408

Chapter 4

He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I need to taste you.”

You barely had time to respond before he flipped you around onto your back with surprising ease given his condition. He sank to his knees on the floor with you propped on the edge of the bed, hands sliding beneath your thighs and lifting one leg over his shoulder. His eyes were locked on yours as he kissed against the inside of your leg, slow and deliberate.

“Let me show you what I mean,” he murmured against your skin.

The second his mouth met you all thoughts vanished. Your fingers buried in his hair, back arching off the bed from pleasure.

He took his time. He was thorough, focused, possessive. Every flick of his tongue was a confession, every soft moan against your skin a vow he couldn’t put into words.

And when your legs trembled and your breath broke into helpless sounds, he didn’t stop, he held you through it, letting you fall apart against his mouth, making sure you knew you were his.

“You next.”, you giggled into his lips as he stole another kiss, but he shook his head, “I want all of you.” You nodded in understanding.

Yoongi was sitting back in the center of the bed with his lips parted and his chest heaving slightly, from pain and anticipation as you crawled back onto his lap.

“Y/N,” he breathed struggling to keep his composure, “We…we don’t have to.”, he tried again showing a hint of guilt feeling like maybe he was pressuring you.

“I want to.”, you said cutting him off with a kiss.

His hands gripped onto the sheets as you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. His eyes darkened immediately. You knew he was trying to hold back, but you didn’t want that. You wanted all of him. Even the dangerous parts. Even the ones he tried to hide.

Gently to not hurt his already damaged body you leaned in, your bare chest brushing his, hips shifting forward just enough for you to graze against his hardened bulge.

He let out a guttural sound and shut his eyes like he was trying to restrain himself.

You whispered softly into his ear, “Please don’t hold back. I can take it. I promise.”

At your words his hands finally moved, large and calloused yet still gentle, sliding up the curve of your back, across your ass, up your sides to your breast. He groaned when you rolled your hips against him again and a soft whimper escaping your lips at the same time.

“You’re sure?”, he nearly begged with his forehead resting against yours.

“I’m sure,” you whispered.

You kissed him again. You moved your hand between your bodies palming him through the fabric between you until he hissed.

“Y/N…fuck.”, he groaned biting his lip.

You tugged the waistband down and freed him, watching his jaw clench as you stroked him agonizingly slow. He was painfully hard and leaking, twitching and desperate in your hand.

Then you rose to your knees and sank down on him in one aching motion.

His whole body went taut beneath you.

“Shit.”, he gasped hands flying to your hips to steady you.

You exhaled shakily, your nails digging into his shoulders still being mindful of his injuries as you adjusted to the burning stretch.

His hands were trembling, “Just…just give me a second or I’m not gonna last.”

Purposely you clenched around him in a teasing manner. In return you received a harsh smack on the ass which only turned you on more. “Seriously Y/N…Do that again and I’ll come right now.”, he hissed as a promise, for you or him you weren’t sure.

You smiled riding the edge of control as you started to move once his shoulders seemed to relax a bit. Slowly at first, rocking your hips forward. His head fell back, jaw slack, eyes rolling.

“You look so pretty like this.”, he whispered watching you take what you needed from him.

You began to bounce, your thighs bracing on either side of him as the slick sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room. You rode him hard, chasing your own pleasure, his name falling from your lips. His mouth found your breast leaving purple marks as his claim. His grip on your hips turned bruising as he got closer.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me come.”, he whined. You clenched around him deliberately, “Then come for me.”

“Fuck. Say it again.”, he moaned as you picked up your pace.

You kissed the corner of his mouth, “I want you to come for me, Yoongi. Come for me just like this.”

His control faltered. He surged up, one hand gripping your thigh, the other fisting the sheets as he thrust up into you deeper and harder than before. You cried out as your orgasm tore through you like a wave.

Yoongi followed seconds later with a growl, spilling inside you with his whole body trembling against yours as he fell apart.

You both collapsed together tangled and breathless.

Yoongi’s arms stayed wrapped around you rubbing soothing circles on your back, even when your weight must have been pressing on his injured side.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”, he asked voice hoarse, but his hands didn’t leave your skin.

“No,” you whispered cheek resting against his collarbone, “I didn’t hurt YOU did I?”, you questioned,

He chuckled, “Only in the best ways.”

You didn’t move for a while. You just stayed wrapped around him taking it all in.

Finally Yoongi shifted with a soft grunt to lay you next to him on the bed. As he reached for the blanket you noticed something.

“Wait,” you gasped, “You’re bleeding again.”

His bandages had come loose, a faint red seeping through the edge of gauze near his ribs.

In seconds you were already getting up searching for the first aid supplies from earlier, “I knew we should’ve waited.”, you whispered feeling like it was your fault.

His hand closed gently around your wrist pulling you out of your panic, “Y/N,” he said, “It can wait five minutes. Come here.”

He pulled you back gently into his lap, ignoring the wince in his side because he knew it would only upset you more, “I just need you right here. Just for a minute.”, he said.

So reluctantly you let yourself sink back into him tucked into his chest as he wrapped the blanket around both of you. His hand rested over your bare thigh. You were still warm, messy, marked by him in the most intimate way and it felt right.

“I dont normally get this sappy after sex.”, he chuckled, “You just do something to me Y/N. Make me want to be better. Take things slower. You mean more to me than anyone else ever has.”

You smiled feeling your heart swell for him. You laid there letting him hold you for a while until you were too worried about his bleeding injuries to continue.

Let me clean you up now.”, you said.

He groaned dramatically but let you go, “So bossy.”

“You’re literally bleeding.”, you huffed with a laugh, “Don’t make me tie you to the bed.”

“That a threat or a promise?”, he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the first aid kit returning with a damp cloth. He sat still while you wiped the blood gently from his side, his eyes never leaving your face.

When you moved to stand again, he caught your hand, “I don’t deserve you Y/N. But I’m going to protect you until my last breath. I just…I want you to remember that.”

And as you pulled on his oversized shirt and climbed back into bed beside him, curling into his good side with the blanket tucked around you both you realized something terrifying. You weren’t just falling for him anymore. You had already fallen.

And there was no going back.

The next morning you shifted slightly, sore in places that made your heart flutter feeling Yoongi stir beside you too. His arm tightened protectively around your waist pulling you closer against his chest.

Neither of you said anything at first.

He let out a quiet hum burying his face into the crook of your neck like he was trying to make sure this was real and he wasn’t dreaming.

“You should rest more. You’re still healing,” you whispered.

He smiled weakly that beautiful smile he rarely let anyone see, “I can’t. I keep thinking someone’s going to take this from me if I close my eyes for too long.”

Before you could respond a loud knock echoed through the safehouse.

Yoongi’s body tensed immediately. His hand reached beneath the bed where he had stashed a pistol the night before. “Stay behind me,” he said already on his feet with a grimace.

Seconds later, a familiar voice called out through the door.

“It’s us. Don’t shoot, hyung.”

Yoongi relaxed slightly, “Jimin and Hoseok.”, he sighed in relief.

He pulled on his pants before giving you a kiss and walking toward the door while you dressed quickly. When you came out a few minutes later they were already inside the kitchen their faces tight with exhaustion and urgency.

Jimin looked at you and softened, “Hey Y/N. Morning.”

Hoseok offered a tense nod, “Sorry to show up like this, but you need to hear it now.”

Yoongi crossed his arms, “Talk.”

Jimin dropped a folder filled with papers on the counter. Surveillance photos. Notes. A name, “You were right. The leak about the last safehouse came from someone in your team, Han Sung-min.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, “He’s been with me since Busan. I saved his life.”

“Apparently not enough.”, Jimin muttered shaking his head, “He’s been feeding information to someone else. We confirmed it last night.”

Hoseok looked between you both before adding, “It’s Jihyo.”

Your stomach dropped at a name you didn’t even know.

Yoongi didn’t flinch, but you could tell by the shift in his posture that the name hit harder than he would like to show.

Chae Jihyo. His ex-fiancé who once ran jobs for the Min family’s overseas ops. She disappeared when you came into the picture.

“She’s the one who leaked your location.”, Hoseok said, “She’s building something behind the scenes. Recruiting small crews, forging alliances. Word is, she wants to reclaim what she thinks she lost by you abandoning her.”

“Which is?”, you asked.

Jimin gave you a look like it was obvious, “Yoongi. Power. Money. Control. You.”

“She thinks you replaced her.”, Hoseok added quietly, “She thinks he used her all those years just to toss her away for something shinier. It’s not really just about money and power anymore. She’s after blood. She wants to make a statement. She wants revenge on Yoongi for breaking her heart.”

“She’s coming for Y/N.”, Jimin said flatly.

Yoongi’s face darkened.

“No,” he said stepping toward you, “No one lays a fucking hand on her.”

His voice was low and calm, but terrifying in its promise.

“Is she working alone?”, Yoongi asked his men.

“Not anymore. Looks like she made deals with some of the old Seoul factions. We believe she’s working with The Kim Dynasty whom Ji-Woo had close ties to as well. People who have ties to both of you. People who want to see you fall.”

Yoongi swore under his breath.

“She’s going to make this personal.”, Jimin said, “We’re already tracking her, but she’s good at hiding. Better than she used to be.”

“She knows how you think.”, Hoseok added, “She knows how you protect people. That makes her dangerous.”

You stood silently hands tightening at your sides.

Yoongi turned to you then his eyes softened, “She wants a war?”, he said, “She picked the wrong fucking person to challenge.”

The night air in the safehouse was crisp, too still, like it knew something was coming.

Yoongi stood by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, a small black case open in front of him. The metal inside caught the sunlight just enough to glint, asleek, compact handgun. Your stomach twisted.

“I don’t like this.”, you said.

He didn’t look at you right away, “I know.”

You stepped forward, “You said the guards outside were enough.”

“They are.”, he said. His face was unreadable, but his scar covered eyes were laced with something rawer than fear, “But just in case.”

“In case what, Yoongi?”, you folded your arms across your chest, “In case they get past the guards? In case she finds me?”

His jaw tightened, “In case something happens and I’m not here to stop it.”

He picked up the gun and held it flat in his palm before offering it to you.

“It’s not just about shooting.”, he said, “It’s about knowing you have control. That if someone corners you then you won’t freeze. You’ll survive.”

You hesitated then slowly reached for it. The weight of it in your hand was heavier than you expected, real, cold, terrifying.

“Yoo-Yoongi this is getting to be too much. My whole life has been flipped upside down and for what?”, you said feeling tears begin to form.

“I know Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m a selfish bastard and I’m putting your life at risk because of it, but I promise nothing will hurt you. Ever.”, he said beginning to pack things up.

“Are you leaving?”, you asked, “Why now?”

“There’s someone I need to deal with. The inside leak. He didn’t do it alone.”, Yoongi stepped closer, “If I don’t handle this now, it’ll come back worse. I need to stop it before they can chase us farther.”

“How long will you be gone?”, you asked.

“Three days. Maybe four.”

You stared at him, “And me? I’m just supposed to wait here? Alone?”

His hand reached out, brushing the side of your face, “Not alone. There will be guards. Jimin picked them himself. But I need you to be ready. If something feels off, don’t hesitate. You understand?”, he said placing the gun back into your hands.

You nodded, eyes locked on his.

You wanted to beg him to stay, but you knew better than to ask a man like Min Yoongi to choose between love and loyalty. He was trying to make space for both which was more than he’d ever done before.

And so you watched as he holstered his own weapon, gave you one last look, and walked out the door with the guards shifting into position the second it clicked shut.

And you were alone.

With a loaded gun. And a sinking feeling that things would only get worse.

It was actually over a week by the time Yoongi came back for you. You were angry, but at least this time he wasn’t injured. He told you to pack. You were going home for a little until they figured something else out because he didn’t want to stay in one place for too long. The car ride back was quiet, but the silence between you and him was thick with things left unsaid.

There was the familiar hum of guards and whispered conversations around you as you followed Yoongi through the halls.

In the living room, Hanuel was already waiting.

“Hanuel.”, Yoongi acknowledged his father with a hint of annoyance.

“It’s been a while since we met. We have things to discuss Yoongi. Profitability, power changes, the heir.”, Hanuel said his eyes sharp and voice firm, but not unkind like he meant no harm by it. It was just business to him.

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, “There’s no rush for that. Why can’t I live my life on my own terms for once?”

Hanuel pressed, “The family needs certainty Yoongi. Strength. An heir to secure the future. That was the whole point of this marriage. Provide proof of an heir or I will be forced to make movements within the family that you will not like.”

You stood silently heart pounding as the tension thickened.

Hanuel glanced at you before turning back to Yoongi, “She must understand her place in this family. The whole reason she is here is to create a child with you.”

Yoongi’s gaze darkened, “She is not just a tool for you to use to hold power.,” he said.

Hanuel smirked, “Does she know that? Or is she just another means to an end for you? Does she know what you did to the last one? Does Y/N know about your thirst for control?”

Yoongi’s eyes flicked to you briefly, then away. His next words came out harsher than he intended, “She is a means. But not like you think. If she can’t…”

You gasped stepping back.

“No Y/N.”, Yoongi cut in quickly, “That’s not what I meant.”

You stared at him with hurt and confusion mixing in your chest.

He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry. I never meant to say it like that. I’ll explain later, but it’s not what you think.”

Hanuel’s eyes lingered on you both knowingly, but he said nothing further before getting up and exiting your home.

Yoongi took a step toward you.

You blinked back tears searching his face for the man beneath the hardened exterior. The man who held you so tenderly and whispered words of love to you in your most vulnerable state. The man who saw you as his wife and not just a uterus to grow his offspring. “I want this with you.”, he said quietly, “Not because I have to, but because I want you. All of you.”

You stood your ground, the sting of his words still burning.

“I don’t want to be seen as some tool to secure a family legacy or keep you in power or please your father. I’m not a means to an end. I am not here for you to use as you please.”, you said with a shaky but firm voice.

His eyes flashed with something fierce, anger, frustration, disbelief at your words.

“Used?”, Yoongi scoffed, “After everything I’ve done for you. Disobeying my family. Risking my life. Loosing my men. Do you think I’d go through all of that for just anyone? You think I would just use you like that?”

You met his gaze unflinching, “You said it yourself. That I was a means. That if I couldn’t give you what your father wanted, I’d be useless to you just like Jihyo right? You’ll toss em aside and move on to the next woman that will.”

His jaw clenched tightly, “You’re putting words into my mouth”, he huffed fists curling at his sides. He wanted to say more, but stopped himself, “I said too much already.”

“You said enough,” you whispered. “You don’t get to pretend that your words don’t mean anything now that I’ve heard them. That whole night we spent together was just you sweet talking me into being a part of your game wasn’t it? Trying to get into my head and make me fall for you so you could easily get your way. You don’t love me or care about me or want me as an equal in your life. You saw me as an easy target. You just want me to birth your child to stay in power and keep your father off your back.”

His breath hitched and then he stepped closer, hands gripping your hips with an urgency that left you breathless, “I meant every single word I said that night. I love you Y/N. You think I care what they want?”, he growled softly pushing his body closer against yours, “Y/N, If I put a child in you, it won’t be for an heir. It’ll be because the thought of you carrying something that’s mine inside of you makes me lose my fucking mind.”, his eyes searched yours to make sure you were listening, “Not because it’s what my family demands. Not because it’s some obligation. Because you are the only goddamn thing I want to hold onto. And if that child comes, it’s ours…not theirs. And it’s created based on love…not business.”

You stared up at him, heart pounding, the fire in his voice burning away every doubt.

For the first time, his vulnerability was so clear it scared you.

“I am not using you,” he reiterated, “Not in any way that you think.”, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I’m fighting for you. For us. Even if it kills me. So get any negative thoughts out of your head because I won’t allow that bullshit to come between us.”

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redrose10 · 5 days ago

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I saw a butterfly outside today for the first time in I don’t even know how long and it inspired me to write this…

Monarch Butterfly Hybrid Jimin x Female Reader

Warnings: None. Really fluffy and cute

Word Count: 2,452

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You never meant to stay long in the small village preferring the hustle and bustle of the city instead.

This was supposed to be a quick escape from that lifestyle, just a month in your late Aunt’s cottage while you sorted through her things and figured out what came next after losing your Aunt, your job, and your apartment all in two chaotic weeks.

But then you found the garden one evening while taking a walk. Not just any garden thought. It was the one she used to write about in her letters, full of wildflowers, bees, and something she only ever called “magic you have to see to believe.” You would roll your eyes thinking she was just going senile, but now that you saw it in person you thought maybe she had a point. The garden was breathtaking. It had always been beautiful, but she must have put in a lot of work to create this piece of glory.

It didn’t take long for you to understand what she truly meant in her letters though when one morning you met him.

You had decided you needed to spend more time outside getting fresh air and some exercise. You were pulling weeds, hands dirty and you were in a bad mood thanks to the heat, when a shadow fell across the ground in front of you. You looked up and there he was.

A boy with tousled orange hair, warm brown eyes, and beautiful wings. Big, fluttering monarch butterfly wings that shimmered in the sun light. He smelled like lavender and had a smile that warmed your soul.

“Uh,” you said nervously gripping your shovel wondering if maybe you’d had a heat stroke and died or something because you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

He blinked at you with a smile, “Y/N you’re back!”

You stared for a while, “Have we met?”

He tilted his head, antennae twitching slightly, “ I used to play with you when we were little. We would dance in the garden and talk to bees.”

The garden had been your whole world when you were small and would spend the warmer months at your Aunt’s house.

There were lots of buzzing bees and soft moss paths, the flowers grew taller than your head and the air always smelled like lavender and soil. You would run barefoot through the grass convinced that fairies lived in the marigolds and butterflies could carry your secrets for you.

Your favorite butterfly was orange.

He followed you everywhere fluttering around your head when you spun in the clover patches, landing gently on your fingertips when you whispered stories. You were sure he understood you.

And once he changed.

Not into something scary. Not even into something strange. But into a boy about your age.

He had messy orange hair and sparkly brown eyes and little wings on his back that fluttered nervously as you stared at him with your mouth wide open.

“You’re not supposed to see me like this.”, he whispered a tiny bit fearful.

You didn’t ask him where he came from. You didn’t ask why his antennae twitched when he laughed or why flowers bloomed faster wherever he stepped. You just smiled, took his hand, and said, “Wanna have a tea party?”

He did.

You poured dandelion tea into bottle caps and fed him jam off your fingers. You made him a crown of daisies and called him The Butterfly Prince. He braided baby’s breath into your hair and swore he would protect the garden from the evil crows forever.

For weeks you played together in secret. He taught you how to hum so the bees would trust you. You showed him how to wish on white dandelions. You would dance in the tall grass until the stars came out and fall asleep curled up beside him on the moss.

But then one day, he didn’t come back.

You waited. And waited. Left sugar water in tiny cups. Whispered into flower petals. Eventually you had to go back home without seeing him. You moved farther away and stopped spending the summers at your Aunts.

And slowly, painfully… you forgot.

You blinked, “I thought I made you up like an imaginary friend or something.”

His smile was soft, “Most people do think that way.”

His name was Jimin and he lived in the garden.

He claimed a small patch of sun-drenched moss behind the lavender bush where he napped. He read romance books (which you still don’t know where he got). He snacked on overripe fruit, strawberries were his favorite. He wore soft sweaters too big for him even though you thought the heat was unbearable at times, he liked hibiscus tea, and had a very intense rivalry with a squirrel named Hobi.

“Most humans don’t see us,” he said one day as he braided forget-me-nots into your hair, “They never slow down to take the time to even try.”, he playfully tapped your nose with a flower, “But you saw me right away.”

“Was my Aunt able to see you?”, you questioned one day, “She mentioned some odd things in her letters.”

He looked at you and nodded, “She was never really alone out here.”

You turned to him, puzzled. “My aunt?”

He nodded slowly, “She used to leave sugar water out for me every morning like she knew I needed to eat. She’d leave it right there.” He pointed to the low stone ledge near the lavender where the fish still sat, “Always the same shallow dish. Always with a little clover tucked beside it, like a garnish.”, he chuckled, “I didn’t know what to do at first. I hadn’t been around people in a long time. But she was so kind to the garden, the bees, the earth. It felt… safe to be near her.”

He glanced at you then his eyes softer than usual. He continued, “She’d talk to the plants while she worked. Tell them stories. Some of them were about you. About this little girl who danced with butterflies and believed in things no one else did.”

You blinked, tears beginning to form. You remembered telling people about the butterfly boy in the wildflowers only to be waved off and dismissed for having too wild of an imagination.

“She missed you a lot. But she never stopped believing. In you. In the garden. In me, even if she didn’t know exactly what I was.”, he softly laughed.

You smiled, “She did believe though. She used to write about you in her letters. She would call you the magic in the garden. Said the flowers bloomed brighter whenever you were near.”

Jimin huffed under his breath, almost bashful, “I used to sit beside her when she was tired. Sometimes just as a butterfly sometimes like this. Sometimes I’d land on her shoulder just so she wouldn’t feel alone. When she got too old to dig in the dirt I made sure her garden still grew.”

You reached over and took his hand, lacing your fingers gently with his, “You watched over her.”

“I did”, he said softly, “Because she believed in me. Even when she didn’t have to.”

He paused, then looked down at your joined hands, “And I think… maybe I stayed because I was waiting for someone else who would believe again.”

Your voice cracked a little when you whispered, “You were waiting for me?”

He nodded with smile.

And in that moment, you knew that your aunt hadn’t really left you the house or the garden. She’d left you him.

Days turned into weeks. You found yourself waking early in the morning just to walk the garden barefoot. Jimin always found you first, sometimes with ripe berries he wanted you to try, sometimes with dewdrops on his lashes that really accentuated the hint of green in his eyes. He would talk about the bees’ moods, complain about the shifty looking crow perched up on the shed, or make you laugh so hard that you would be doubled over in pain by the end of the day.

You made tea in two cups every morning without thinking. You built a tiny wooden bench beside his moss patch just so he’d have a place to read on rainy days.

You had never met anyone like him.

He didn’t just see the world. He felt it. Listened to it. Cared for it. He wasn’t just beautiful to look at. He was kind. Gentle in a way the world rarely is. He talked to the roses like they were his friends. He hummed lullabies to the bees. And every Sunday he brought corn to his archenemy (best friend) Hobi.

And slowly he stitched himself into your heart.

“You don’t talk much about your life before this.”, he said one afternoon swinging his legs over a sun-warmed rock so he could look at you better.

You swallowed, “It wasn’t really worth remembering.”

He looked at you gently, “That’s okay. Sometimes the past doesn’t deserve to come with us.”

Comfort like you didn’t know was possible is what you felt in that moment.

The more time you spent with Jimin the more you started to appreciate a slower more peaceful life. The city life no longer seemed enjoyable.

The garden started blooming more vividly. The sun seemed to always be shining brightly. The wind always followed him fluttering the scent of lavender around you and the butterflies worshipped the ground he walked on.

He taught you how to harvest honey without hurting the bees. You taught him how to bake blueberry muffins that he happily shared with Hobi and another one of his friends Yoongi, a cat hybrid that frequented the garden to bathe in the sun. He built you a wind chime out of shells and old keys he collected that you kept right outside your bedroom window. You knitted him a scarf even though he rarely felt cold.

One night towards the end of the summer, while watching the fireflies, he leaned his head on your shoulder. He reached for your hand, “What would you miss most,” he said quietly, “if I had to leave tomorrow?”

The question hit you hard. You didn’t answer right away. You wondered what he motive was.

“I think,” you whispered, “I’d miss the way you look at the world. Like everything deserves your kindness. Even the weeds. Even the bugs and the snakes that most are terrified of. And even me.”

Jimin exhaled slowly almost like a relief.

And then came the quietest question of all, “

“Y/N do you think… you could fall for someone who’s only half-human?”, he asked as he watched the fireflies dance around.

You turned your head, “Jimin,” you said softly, “I don’t think the part of you that’s butterfly makes you less human. I think it makes you more you. And whatever you are…I already feel myself falling.”

He nodded slightly like he didn’t quite believe you, but didn’t want to push.

He didn’t say anything else. He just held your hand a little bit tighter for a while longer.

You didn’t realize just how much you had fallen for him until he disappeared.

One morning a few days after your talk his moss patch was empty. His scarf was folded neatly on the bench. A basket of berries, the last of the season, were left by your front door.

You looked for him every day. Called his name as you walked through the fallen leaves. You left out muffins and tea and whispered apologies to the sky just in case you had accidentally offended him in some way.

The garden dimmed without him. The bees were quiet. The sky always seemed a little gray. Hobi seemed down and Yoongi didn’t come around quite as often.

You started to tell yourself that he wasn’t real. That it was grief or loneliness or a fantasy you had created in your head.

Beautiful boys with wings didn’t fall asleep in gardens or make you laugh until you cried. They didn’t whisper sweet words into your ear or hold your hand when the thunder startled you. It all had to have been a dream.

But you still made tea for two every morning just in case.

And then after a long cold winter, spring came again.

You stepped into the garden one morning half asleep…and there he was.

Sitting on the moss patch barefoot and smiling eyes shining like he had never left.

“Hi Y/N.”, he said softly.

Your knees gave out and you nearly fell into the flowers, “I…I thought you were gone forever,” you whispered voice breaking, “I thought I only imagined you.”

“I had to migrate.”, he said, “When the cold comes we follow the warmth. I wanted to stay. I promise I really did… but it would have been too much for me.”

Tears slid down your cheeks, “You could’ve told me. Jimin you could have at least said goodbye.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was afraid.”, he admitted, “That you wouldn’t wait for me. That it would be too hard for you and you would leave forever. I guess…I guess I thought it would be better to chance it and see if you stayed.”

You didn’t hesitate. You couldn’t wait any longer. You stepped forward and hugged him tightly your arms wrapped around his soft sweater your face buried against his neck inhaling the familiar lavender scent.

“I’d wait as long as it took for you.”, you whispered.

He held you just as tightly, “Thank you…thank you for waiting.”

That night you laid in the garden beside him shoulder to shoulder counting stars and feeling your hearts beat together.

He reached out brushing a fingertip over your cheek., “Next year,” he said softly, “When I migrate… come with me.”

You blinked before rolling your eyes playfully, “I can’t fly, Jimin.”

He smiled. “I’ll teach you how.”

“Wouldn’t I slow you down?”, you asked softly.

He tilted his head his antennae brushing forward just slightly, “Maybe. But I wouldn’t mind.”

You giggled, “You’re serious?”

“I’m a butterfly.”, he said, “We’re known for our commitment to migration AND falling for pretty flowers…no matter what it takes.”

You laughed, “Is that what I am to you? A flower?”

He leaned closer., “Yes and my favorite one.”

His hand came up to cup face, fingers featherlight as he traced your jaw. He kissed you then, soft, slow, and sweet like honey. The world fell quiet around you. No bees. No wind. Just the soft press of lips and the feeling of his wings shivering ever so slightly behind him.

When he finally pulled back he blushed.

“So ready for takeoff?”, he asked with a clap of his hands.

You arched an eyebrow, “Jimin?”

He laughed pulling you gently to your feet. His wings stretched wide, “Hold on tight, my beautiful flower girl.”, he whispered.

And before you could protest, his arms wrapped around you and your feet left the ground.

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Mafia Boss Yoongi x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,300-ish

Chapter 3

You knew you shouldn’t listen in on a work meeting between your husband and one of his men. You don’t know what pulled you down the hall to be standing outside of Yoongi’s office, but that is where you ended up. You strained to hear what you could through the heavy oak door. The meeting was short but heavy. Jimin handed Yoongi a folder with a grim expression.

“Your father is asking questions about you and Y/N producing an heir. They want a timeline.”, Jimin spoke. Yoongi’s face darkened, but he nodded, “I’m not surprised. That was their whole end game with this mess anyways.”

“And?”, Jimin prompted.

“We will be. But only on our terms.”, Yoongi replied. You stood back feeling nauseas. Quickly you ran back down the hall to busy yourself trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions going on inside you.

Back in the kitchen, Yoongi leaned against the counter, eyes studying you carefully.

“You heard about the heir requirement ,” he said simply. Of course he knew you were listening. He’d had years of training mixed with years of watching his own back. He could sense when another presence was near.

You nodded, voice hesitant. “I’m… not ready for that. I barely know you. I barely know us. I mean we kissed just for the second time less than an hour ago and now I’m supposed to get pregnant and give you an heir?”

He moved closer, his tone softening. “We’ll move at your pace. No pressure. I want this to be our decision. And this isn’t just about an heir like some kind of a goal. This is about a family. A child brought into this world. And to be honest I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father either. I don’t exactly have the best role model for that.”, he said while staring out the window.

You blinked, surprised by the tenderness beneath his usual cold exterior. The thought of a baby seemed to scare both of you.

“For what it’s worth I think you’d be a good father Yoongi. Better than mine or yours.”, you replied, “I mean your father is…you know.”, you said hesitantly not wanting to be rude, “And my father well..he got involved with your family and now I’m here because he sold me off like some prized cattle to save his own life.”

Yoongi poured himself a cup of coffee, his second. That alone told you something was off. He usually reached for whiskey after meetings like that. Something stronger. Something that made it easier to ignore the world he lived in. He turned the mug slowly in his hands, watching the steam rise like it held all the answers he couldn’t say aloud.

“I know this isn’t what you signed up for,” he said after a long pause. “And I know it’s not fair.”, words he had clearly been struggling to tell you for a while. He continued, “I didn’t want you dragged into this life,” he continued. “Especially not because of your father.”

Your hands stilled on the kitchen towel you’d been twisting nervously. “You mean… when he made the deal with your father without my consent?”

Yoongi’s jaw flexed. He set the coffee down, then met your eyes, “Yes and I also mean when I was ordered to kill him.”

Silence fell heavy and suffocating. He contained, “I was told to make an example of him. For the money. For betrayal. For what he was involved in. My father got the marriage he wanted, but still had a need to prove more thanks to his power hungry greed.”

Your mouth went dry, “We don’t need to talk about that. I don’t need to hear about how you killed my father.”

He said firmly. “But I didn’t.”

You stared at him, your breath catching, “But on our wedding day… you told me you did.”

“I lied. I thought it was safer if you hated me because then you wouldn’t ask any questions. You wouldn’t get involved in things you shouldn’t be. You would be distant from me. Keep to yourself. But you didn’t get scared of me like I had hoped.”

He moved toward you, slowly, cautiously—as if afraid he would shatter what had already been starting to get repaired.

“I didn’t kill your father. Out of respect for you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Respect for me?”, you asked, “You didn’t even know me at that point.”

“I knew about you long before the marriage was ever on the table.”, he paused, voice softer now. “I’d seen your photo in your father’s office the first time I went to visit him early in the morning so I knew you wouldn’t be there. Surveillance caught your voice on phone calls with him. You were kind. Innocent. Thoughtful. Nothing like him. Your father was into things you couldn’t even imagine. I wanted to protect you from him and anyone else that may have already set their sights on you…because of him.”

You sat down on the edge of the stool, trying to steady the feeling inside you.

“When I went to kill him I confronted him,” Yoongi went on, his tone turning darker, “Told him to disappear. No contact with you ever again. Because he was into things that would’ve destroyed you too.”

He watched you carefully, waiting for your reaction.

“So… he’s still out there?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, “Alive?”

“Somewhere. But he’s not your problem anymore. Because you’re mine now.”, he said voice lowered. It was not in a possessive way, but protective.

Your heart twisted painfully, unsure if you should be furious or grateful. “You lied to me.”, you stated.

“I did. But I also saved your life. And I’d do it again. Lying is hardly a crime compared to things I’ve seen and done.”, he said.

You looked at him and saw the conflict in his eyes. The weight he carried. The way he’d blurred the line between mercy and cruelty in order to protect you.

“My father doesn’t know that yours is still alive. If he finds out I betrayed him once again he’ll surely have me killed, heir or not.”, he sighed with the weight of his own words hitting him.

“You said I’m yours,” you murmured. “Does that mean… you want me? Or just want me safe for some other reason?”, you asked not sure if you should fully trust him any more.

Yoongi stepped closer again, his voice low and firm, “Both.”

And suddenly, you didn’t feel quite as angry.

He continued, “Marrying you was a choice Y/N. I could have pulled practically any woman I wanted, but I wanted the world to know that you are mine so that you would be untouchable by those who would hurt you thanks to the actions of your father.”

He reached out, fingers brushing your cheek gently. “I care about you, Y/N. More than I let on. I’ve kept an eye on you for a while.”

You bit your lip, emotions swirling, “But the heir… I’m scared.”, you whispered remembering the news that started this whole conversation to begin with.

Yoongi’s eyes softened, “We’ll take it slow. Whatever you need. I’m not here to pressure you. I’m here to protect you.”

You felt the walls around your heart begin to crumble.

You stepped closer, hand finding his.

“Let me show you.”, he whispered as his thumb traced your lower lip, “What it means to be mine, not for them, not for duty, but because I want all of you. And if we create something together… a life, a future…”, he leaned in closer, “It won’t be because they told us to. It’ll be because I couldn’t stop loving you long enough to care about anyone else.”

This time when you kissed him, it was filled with a new understanding and you were not quite as nervous.

His hands pulled you gently against him, grounding you. You allowed yourself to melt into his touch.

When he broke the kiss, breathing heavy, trying his best to control himself and hold back, he whispered, “Y/N are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded, but he pulled away, “Words Y/N. I need words.”

“Yes Yoongi. I want you. I’m sure.”, you replied breathlessly.

He smiled and took your hand, leading you toward the bedroom slamming the door closed behind you.

Yoongi’s lips moved against yours, unhurried but intentional. His hands gripped your waist as if he was anchoring himself too.

But just as your fingers began to nervously fumble with the buttons on his shirt, a sharp knock shattered the moment.

“Boss!”, a voice said from outside the bedroom door.

Yoongi froze, jaw clenching. The voice on the other side of the door was unmistakable, Hoseok. You had heard it many times. Outside of Jimin he was Yoongi’s other main confidant.

With a reluctant sigh, Yoongi stepped back and walked to the door. He opened it just wide enough to speak, “This better be good.”

Hoseok’s voice was low and urgent. “We intercepted a message from a rival family. Someone’s leaking information about Y/N. She’s a target.”, he said.

Your heart dropped.

Yoongi’s expression turned lethal, “Who knows where she is?”

“We’re not sure. But they mentioned her by name. We need to move fast.”, Hoseok replied.

Yoongi didn’t even glance back at you before he ordered, “Prepare the car. She’s leaving tonight.”

The drive was silent.

Yoongi sat beside you in the back seat of a black SUV, jaw clenched and eyes cold as ice as he scanned the surrounding area. It was like a wall had gone up between you again, one that had only just started to come down.

You hated this. The distance. The fear. The sudden loss of control. Things were going in such a good direction only to be ripped away from you.

“Where are we going?”, you asked quietly.

“A safehouse,” he said without looking at you. “Secluded. In the mountains. No one will find you there.”

“But what about you?”, you asked noticing he hadn’t said anything about himself.

“I’ll come when it’s safe,” he said, still staring straight ahead.

The cabin was beautiful. Tucked deep into the mountains, surrounded by nothing but trees, it felt like a dream as you sat by the fireplace reading a book and sipping on some warm tea until you were reminded of the nightmare you were actually living in.

You kept replaying what Yoongi had said. But now he was gone. Again. It had been a week since you last saw him when he dropped you off at the cabin. He gave you strict rules to not leave the dwelling and not to answer the door for anyone even if you knew them. “I’ll come back for you. I promise.”, he said before he turned and left without so much as a hug or even a goodbye.

The emptiness hurt more than you expected. You wished that he was with you. It felt kinder…maybe even safer with him there.

That night, a storm rolled in, rattling the windows with each pass of thunder. The power had long gone out leaving you to sit in the dark with just the soft glow of the fire place and the occasional lightening strike to lighten up the room. You curled up on the couch with a blanket trying to stay calm.

And then you heard it. Footsteps. Outside on the porch.

You froze. Every horror movie you had ever seen flashing through your mind. You grabbed the nearest thing you could, a heavy candleholder, and crept toward the front door.

A shadow moved past the window. Then there was a knock.

Hard. Slow. Deliberate.

You didn’t move. You didn’t breathe.

“Y/N.”, you could barely make out through the hard rain coming down.

You remembered Yoongi’s words not to open the door for anyone even if they knew you so you remained hidden.

The door handle began to jiggle. You could hear keys clanking against the metal. Your grip on the candleholder tightened. You were ready to fight. To do whatever it took to survive.

The door swung open allowing the wind and the rain to enter into the foyer before the door was forced shut once again.

“Y/N?”, the man said again and this time your heart skipped in a good way. Your knees nearly gave out at the sound of his voice.

There he was. Wet from the rain, dressed in black, eyes scanning you with worry.

“Yoongi?” you whispered your voice cracking.

“I told you I’d come back,” he said.

You dropped the candleholder and ran into his arms.

Quickly he got changed into something dry before coming over and wrapping you in a blanket. He added another piece of wood to the fire and came over to sat with you on the couch. You didn’t even realize you were crying until his thumb wiped the tears away.

“I’m sorry I left like that,” he said softly, “I had to make sure the route was safe. You’re not just someone I’m supposed to protect. You’re someone I want to protect. And sometimes that means having to be harsh.”

Your throat tightened, “You scared me. I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

“I’m here now,” he whispered brushing your hair behind your ear, “And I’m not leaving unless you tell me to.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, your hands still trembling.

“I was starting to feel like I was falling for you.”, you admitted, “And then you just disappeared like I was nothing.”

His voice was low, “Y/N, anything I do for you is to protect you. To save you. I promise I’m not trying to hurt you in any way.”

Your fingers tightened around the mug, warmth seeping into your skin. You turned to look at him. He was looking out the window almost with a purpose. Watching the storm or looking for something or someone…you didn’t really know.

When he looked back at you he softly chuckled seeing you staring as him.

“Can I help you?”, he asked.

You shook your head, “You act like this emotionless, untouchable king of the underworld… but you keep showing up like a hero.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Hero?”

You smiled slightly, “Like a messed-up version of Prince Charming.”, you added the messed up part knowing how he made his disdain for the Prince Charming trope known.

That made him huff a quiet laugh, shaking his head, “Prince Charming doesn’t send his wife to safe houses or threaten fathers or kill people over money and power.”

“No,” you said leaning forward just enough to brush your fingers against his, “But mine wears black suits, drinks too much whiskey, and still finds a way to make me feel safe even when I shouldn’t. That’s the messed up part.”

Yoongi looked at you, “Then I guess I am your kind of Prince Charming.”

You nodded, “Yeah… turns out you are.” You looked up at him and this time when you kissed each other it wasn’t out of curiosity or obligation, it was real, and raw, and completely yours.

Later that night the storm only intensified outside. The cabin walls creaked against the wind, but the silence between you and Yoongi was louder. You sat on the bed with a blanket wrapped around your legs while he stood near the fireplace. The warm light highlighting the deep scar he had, a reminder of who he was.

He hadn’t said much since the kiss. You were still soaking in the warmth of it until Yoongi’s phone buzzed again, his jaw immediately tightening.

“What is it?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t answer at first, just stared at the screen like it was delivering a death sentence.

“Yoongi,” you tried again.

“They found the safehouse.”, he spat running a hand through his hair.

Your stomach dropped.

“How? You said it was untraceable!”, you cried.

“It was.”, he hissed, “Someone inside my crew leaked the location.”

You panicked, “So we have to leave again?”

“No,” he snapped, “You’re going to a new location. I’ll take care of everything else myself.”

You stood up, wrapping the blanket around you like armor, “You can’t go out there again. We can leave together. Find somewhere else to go together.”

“I’ve done worse alone.”, he laughed already changing into something darker.

“That’s not the point!, your voice cracked,” I thought we were finally starting to trust each other.”

Yoongi turned toward you with a glare, “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you everything. I don’t want you to know too much. It will only make things more difficult.”

He swallowed thickly fists clenched at his sides, “I didn’t want this life for you Y/N.”

“I didn’t ask for this life. But I’m already in it now because of you and all I want is for you to stop pretending like you’re doing all this for me when you won’t even let me in.”, you cried, “If it’s my life on the line then I deserve to know.”

His eyes softened just slightly, “I lied about killing your father because I needed you to hate me at first,” he said, “If you hated me, I could keep you at a distance. I thought it’d be easier for you. Safer. I’ve lied about a lot for the same reason and I’ll keep doing it.”

Tears prickled in your eyes, “I don’t want distance, Yoongi. I don’t wants lies. I want truth. I am going with you whether you like it or now.”

He stepped closer, gaze intense. For the first time since you met him you felt fearful.

He reached out and brushed your cheek with the backs of his fingers. You flinched. He took a step back to give you space.

“You make me feel like I’m not completely made of spilled blood and vengeance.”, he said, “Like maybe there is good in this world and maybe I am more than just a monster. I’ve lost so much in my life. I won’t allow you to be another casualty Y/N. Jimin is on his way to take you to a different location. That is final.”

He didn’t say anything else. A text came in, probably from Jimin saying he was waiting outside. Yoongi looked at you concerned and fearful before leaving you in the room alone.

The silence in the car was louder than bombs. You didn’t look back as you were driven down the long driveway, even though every cell in your body screamed to. Yoongi hadn’t come out to say goodbye. He didn’t have to. His orders were final, and when Min Yoongi said go, you went.

Jimin drove in near silence, his hands steady on the wheel. The snow deepened as you headed further into the mountains, winding around tight roads that led to nowhere or at least nowhere anyone could find easily.

The new safe house was cold, not in temperature, but in spirit with stone walls, minimal furniture. You could see why it was option number two. Jimin made sure it was secure before setting down the bags.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said pausing like he wanted to say more. You looked up from unpacking, “What is it?”, you asked.

He sighed, hesitating. Then he leaned against the counter, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.”

You sat across from him at the kitchen table as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“Yoongi didn’t marry you just to save your father.”, Jimin began, “He’s known about you for a long time and it was all a calculated move on his part.”

Your brows pulled together, “What do you mean?”

“During your second year working at that restaurant. Some guys tried to shake down your dad. He had owed money to a few others besides the Mins. They had come to collect their dues while Yoongi and a couple others were also keeping watch for their own reasons. Yoongi stopped them from entering. You were inside, hiding in the back. He saw you. You looked at him and asked if he wanted to place an order not knowing who he was.”

You blinked in a daze as the memory came back to you, “I remember that. I heard shouting but… my dad told me it was nothing.”

“Yoongi made sure it was nothing,” Jimin said locking eyes with you. “After that, he kept tabs on you. Not in a creepy way. Just… quiet protection. He told your dad if anything happened to you, he would kill him.”

Your lips parted and your mind was spinning. “Why though?”, you asked, “I was nothing to him.”

Jimin’s expression softened, “Because you looked at him like he wasn’t a monster.”

It was three days later when a knock on the door came just past midnight. You flinched, heart racing, scrambling for the gun Jimin had left by your bedside even though you begged him not to. The wind howled through the trees, but the knock came again this time louder, heavier.

You opened the door with shaking hands.

Yoongi collapsed into your arms, blood soaking his shirt, bruises covering his skin in various shades of red and purple.

“I told them you were off-limits,” he slurred, barely conscious, “But they didn’t listen. Maybe now they will.”

After struggling to get him upstairs to the bedroom you finally got him to sit in the armchair near the window. You peeled off his shirt carefully revealing deep cuts across his ribs and a gash on his left shoulder. His face was pale, jaw clenched.

“Why didn’t you stay away?” you whispered dabbing the wound with trembling fingers. Unlike the first time you saw him injured he didn’t try and stop you from helping.

Yoongi opened one eye smirking despite the pain, “Because I’m not that smart…and I’m a little bit arrogant.”

You bit your lip, tears burning, “You scared me.”

“I scare everyone.”, he hissed as you poured some more rubbing alcohol onto the wounds.

You paused, “Not me. Not really. Not like you wanted.”

He used a trembling hand to weakly brush a strand of hair from your face, “Y/N, you’re still crying. I’m here. I’m gonna…we’re gonna be okay.”

“I know,” you chuckled wiping your cheek, “I can’t help it. Not when you keep disappearing and coming back wounded and acting like it’s not big deal. What happens when you don’t come back at all?”

Yoongi’s voice dropped, rough and low, “I’ll always come back to you. No matter what. Even if it takes everything in me. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

You sat beside him on the bed, wiping the last of the blood from his collarbone. His skin was warm beneath your fingers while his chest was rising and falling with unsteady breaths.

His gaze found yours dark with something that wasn’t just exhaustion.

“You should sleep.”, he murmured.

You nodded, brushing hair from your face. “So should you.”, you responded back a little annoyed that he still found the need to be in charge.

You actually were quite exhausted so you turned to get up, but his hand reached out, fingers wrapping gently around your wrist, “Y/N.”

You turned to face him again, heart thudding in your chest, “I know I look like hell,” he said with a crooked smile, “but if I asked you to stay with me tonight… to stay right here with me…would you?”

There was a very clear tension in the air.

You hesitated only a moment before crawling back onto the bed beside him, careful not to hurt him in any way. You sat close watching the way his eyes searched your face like he was memorizing every expression.

“I don’t want to scare you any more,” he whispered.

“You don’t,” you said softly, “You confuse me. You wreck me. But you don’t scare me.”

“You’re the only good thing in this world that I haven’t destroyed,” he said, “But if I touch you tonight, I won’t be able to stop. I just need to know,” he continued, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw, “Do you want this, Y/N? Do you want to pick up where we left off?”

Silence filled the space between you.

You didn’t say a word.

But your hand moved, reaching up to cup the side of his face, your thumb brushing his bruised cheek.

And then you leaned in, slow and trembling you kissed him with passion, with authority, without any fear or uncertainty.

Yoongi inhaled sharply, eyes closing for half a second like he was bracing himself for something he had wanted for a while.

When he opened them again, he whispered, “I can take the pain Y/N.”, he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours, “Let me love you the way I’ve wanted to…please.”

You took a few moments to breathe, to think it over, to make a decision.

You nodded, “I want you Yoongi. I want to be yours. I want you…if you think you can handle it.”

Your husbanded smirked like he just accepted the challenge of a lifetime. With his uninjured arm he pulled you over to straddle his lap, “Tell me you’re mine, “he murmured in between his mouth bruising your skin like a promise, “And I’ll spend all night proving I’m yours.”

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redrose10 · 13 days ago

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Mafia Boss Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, swearing, arranged marriage, gangs, gambling, smoking, drinking, murder, sexual assault, stabbing, mentions of blood and surgical procedure

Word Count: 4,394

Chapter 2

The penthouse that you were moving into was incredible. The kitchen was decked out with all of the newest and nicest appliances. Art pieces throughout that cost more than most people’s yearly salaries. A beautiful grand piano sat in front of the floor to ceiling windows that gave you a breath taking view of the city.

Yoongi walked you all the way down the hallways to the bedroom. A similar style of windows gave you a view of the river this time. There was a California King bed in the middle of the room, a fire place with a sitting area was off to the side. The walk in closet was bigger than the entire apartment you grew up in. You had never seen anything like it before.

“I had the cleaners organize the closet to make room for your things. If you need more space you can use the closet in the spare room down the hall.”, Yoongi said placing one of your suitcases at your feet.

That news was kind of irritating to you. Why would your things have to be in this closet if you would be sleeping somewhere else?

“Do you prefer the left side or the right side of the bed?”, Yoongi asked putting another suitcase near you.

“Huh?”, you asked confused.

“Do you want to sleep on the left side of the bed or the right side of the bed? I usually sleep on the left, but I’m willing to compromise if it is an issue for you.”, he explained.

The realization hit you in that moment. Your new husband was expecting you to share a bed with him. It made sense after all, but it was just never something that had crossed your mind until that point. Even though you were married you barely knew the man, so sleeping in the same bed seemed so out of line.

If that wasn’t enough you also realized that he was probably going to be expecting…more. You had been with a few men over the years so you weren’t inexperienced, but some of the experiences that you did have were not that great leading you to close yourself off to most people in that aspect. Something told you that Yoongi was more of an expert than you when it came to things like that and you also knew he wasn’t used to being told no.

“Okay well I’m just going to continue to sleep on the left side if that’s okay with you.”, he said when you still hadn’t answered.

All you could muster was a nod of agreement.

You were putting away your clothes into one of the drawers that he had set aside for you when you felt him walk up behind you.

“Y/N.”, he said in a soft voice that made your hands begin to shake. He continued, “I know what’s been on your mind, what’s been worrying you since we got home. I would never turn you down, but I will also never force you to do anything that you are not ready for.”

“But I’m your wife.”, you started to say, but he cut you off, “Exactly, Y/N you are my wife. You are a person, You are not my property. I do not own you. Sure I won’t lie and say it hasn’t crossed my mind since the day I met you because it definitely has. If one day you decide you want to take that step then I’m here, but until then you don’t have to be afraid. I’ll wait for you.”

That was not what you had expected from him of all people. “You know you’re really not beating the Prince Charming accusations.”, you said with a smile to try and lighten the mood a little bit.

“Sexual consent is a basic human right. I’m hardly being charming by following through with that.”, he scoffed, “I’ve hurt people Y/N. I’ve killed people. I’m a monster. Please try and remember that.”, he added before walking out of the room.

He was right in a way. He had seen and done despicable things. Things you would never want to even think about. But you knew there was good in him. There had to be. He was much bigger and stronger than you. He could’ve pinned you down on the bed and had his way with you regardless of your feelings or fears, but he didn’t. He sensed your concerns without you saying anything. He reassured you. He showed patience and restraint. You just had to get him to realize that for himself.

Being married to a gangster was different than you had thought it would be or maybe you just got lucky with the particular man that you married because you had certainly heard the horror stories.

Sure there were times he would disappear for days without notice. Whispers said over phone calls that were cut short as soon as you walked in the room. Strange men entering your home at all hours of the night for “emergency meetings”. Over time it just became your new normal.

Through all of that there were heart warming moments though. Some nights he would make sure to be home just in time for dinner. He would ask you questions about your life and listen intently. No matter how much you probed he would never talk about himself dodging questions and changing the subject.

On your birthday he gave you flowers. Awkwardly he handed them to you and mumbled a quick happy birthday before walking out and leaving for the day. It was a small gesture, but that was more than any other man you had been with ever did.

Your relationship still lacked an intimacy factor still which stayed in the back of your mind like something you were always a little worried about.

Then one day early in the morning Yoongi finally came walking through the door at nearly 3am. As soon as he walked into the room you could smell it. An unfamiliar feminine perfume. You don’t really know why it broke you. Your marriage was never based on love. It was a contract. And you had been married for several months already and you still had not felt comfortable enough to take that next step. Yoongi said he would wait, but you knew he would only abstain for so long. You were angry with him, angry with yourself, angry at the situation.

You wondered what she looked like. She was probably beautiful maybe powerful, probably someone in the same circle as him.

You laid there silently as tears filled your eyes. The bed dipped next to you as he finally laid down.

“Good night Jagiya.”, he whispered close to your ear not knowing that you were still awake.

It took a while for you to fall sleep after that and when you finally woke up in the morning he was already gone.

You spent the day wishing he would be on one of his business trips that kept him away for a few days so you could allow your heart to heal, but unfortunately you were not that lucky.

That evening the two of you were to be attending a wedding of one of the Min Family henchmen.

You were still quite uncomfortable at events like that. A lot of powerful dangerous people all commanding attention in the same room. You followed your husband around the reception area the best that you could. He was always being pulled into various conversations with different people. Mostly business a little bit of pleasure.

You tried to ignore the whispers from the other attendees as you walked through the room.

Men being pigs and speaking their minds about you and what they would do and women being jealous picking apart your appearance.

It all became too much so while Yoongi was busy talking to some politician about a business proposition you decided to head outside for much needed fresh air.

While staring up at the stars you sensed a presence walk up next to you.

“Having fun Noona?”, Jungkook questioned. Jungkook was your husband’s younger cousin. You had met him several times and he was generally very nice and polite from what you could see which didn’t match the energy his appearance put forward. Yoongi always mentioned him being quite the trouble maker, but he had never given you any issues.

“Yeah yeah it’s a nice evening.”, you lied.

“Mmhm sad that Yoongi Hyung left you outside here all alone though. He’s probably in there talking to her.”, he said stepping closer to you. “Her?”, you questioned.

He gave you a sad smile, “Yeah…Sera. Kim Sera to be exact. The two of them have had a thing since they were teenagers. We all thought they would get married, but then you came into the picture.”

A few days ago you would have called him a liar, but the memory of your husband coming home smelling of a females perfume was still freshly burned into your memory.

You were so caught up in the flashback and your own emotions that you hadn’t noticed Jungkook inching closer and closer to you until he had you pinned up against the wall just out of sight of the party going on inside.

“Wh-what are you doing?”, you gasped as you felt his hand sliding up your thigh before pulling up the hem of your dress.

You tried to push him away, but he was much bigger and significantly stronger than you. The more you fought back the tighter his grip on you got to the point you could feel a bruise forming.

“Jungkook please…please stop.”, you begged, but he had no intention of letting up. His left hand had you firmly held in place while his right hand finally released the grip he had on your dress, but the relief didn’t last for long when you heard him start to mess with the buckle of his belt.

You tried to bargain with him again, but braced yourself and squeezed your eyes shut as tightly as you could wishing for it to just all be over.

It happened to so fast you didn’t really know how to react.

You heard a soft yelp which caused you to open up your eyes just in time to see Yoongi grab onto the collar of Jungkook ms shirt pulling him down and slamming him onto the ground. You were shocked at the strength of your husband being able to manhandle the larger Jungkook.

Yoongi’s hands were pushing down onto Jungkook throat, not enough to kill him, but sternly enough to send a message.

It looked like he had definitely done this before.

“The only reason I haven’t killed you right here is because you’re family.”, Yoongi hissed, “But if you ever walk into the same room as my wife again I will take your life with my own hands. I’ve killed people who meant more to me than you for lesser things.”

He released his hands and walked over and took your hands into his, “Y/N are you okay?”, he asked.

You were still stunned from the whole experience, but you managed a nod as he looked you over.

“Let’s go home.”, he said pulling you with him while ignoring Jungkook who was laying the ground still groaning and gasping for air.

Yoongi skillfully walked you through the large venue ignoring anyone that tried to get his attention. His only focus was on getting you out of there as quickly as possible. So it only took a few minutes for you to be back in the safety of the large Cadillac you had arrived in and driving away to the comfort of your own home.

“Seriously are you okay? You don’t have to lie to protect him. I should go back and kill him right now.”, he rambled once again, “I fucking hate him. I’ve always hated him. Who does he think he is treating any woman like that…especially MY woman?”, he emphasized at the end.

His words repeated in your head as the car pulled into the garage.

A part of you was melting into the thought of him being so protective and calling you his woman, but you also felt sick at the same time because of how many other women he said the same thing to recently as in Kim Sera who you ironically found out about from Jungkook.

You got showered and changed into your softest pajamas needing that extra comfort and were ready to just get in bed and hopefully sleep away everything that had happened.

Yoongi walked in the room carry a mug of warm tea that he handed over to you which you accepted with a thank you.

“I’m really sorry this happened to you Y/N. I never should’ve let you go out there alone.”, he said, “I didn’t think someone in my own family would betray me like that. I guess I haven’t learned.”, he mumbled the last part making you want to question him farther, but you had other plans.

“It’s not your fault Yoongi.”, you whispered, “You were too busy with Sera or whatever her name is.”

“Sera?”, he asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Yeah Kim Sera. Jungkook said the two of you used to be a thing or something and the other night you came home smelling like a woman’s perfume.” You could feel the familiar burn of tears forming and you hated it. You hated crying in front of him especially about something like this.

“I’m really gonna kill him.”, he chuckled before gently taking a seat on the bed next to you, “She is nothing to me. Sera and I dated a little when we were teenagers. Then we reconnected in our early twenties, but it never went anywhere. I haven’t spoken to her in years. I don’t even know if she was really at the wedding or if he just wanted to get you worked up because he’s a little trouble making shit. How…how long have you been upset about this?”

You sniffled a little, “Well kind of a while but mostly since you came home smelling like a woman’s perfume.”

He sighed making you fear that you had upset him. Yoongi stood up and walked into the closet returning a few moments later with a small velvet box. He placed it down on your lap and took a seat back on the edge of the bed. You opened the box to find a bottle of a very beautiful looking perfume bottle from a luxury brand you never would have purchased anything from yourself.

“I felt bad for only getting you flowers on your birthday.”, Yoongi said with a blush forming on his cheeks, “So I wanted to get you something else. I just didn’t know what you’re supposed to get your wife for her birthday. My secretary suggested a nice bottle of perfume. I wasn’t sure which one you would like so I had a bunch brought to me and the secretary and I tested them out. That’s why I smelled like perfume that night. Not because I was with someone else. I’m just an idiot with things like this and I was kind of embarrassed so I hid the perfume trying to find the right time to give it to you.”

You sprayed some of the perfume in the air. It was light and sweet and really nice. “Thank you. I do really like it.”, you said placing the box on the nightstand, “And uh I’m sorry that I assumed that about you.”

He shut you down quickly shaking his head, “Don’t be sorry Y/N. I don’t blame you for thinking those things. Cheating would be one of the lesser terrible things I’ve done so I get it. But I would never cheat on you. I told you I would wait and I will. I’m a man of my word.”

That brought a little bit of relaxation to you and a short while later you drifted off to sleep unsure of when he ended up leaving for the night once again.

A few weeks went by after the events of the wedding and not much changed between the two of you. Yoongi had been gone for the last three nights leaving you alone with the little tabby kitten you had adopted on a whim when you were feeling a bit lonely. Her name was Mandu. You thought Yoongi was going to be angry when he got home and saw the kitten running around. He stared at you and the cat, but didn’t say a word about it. However the next morning you woke up to a big box of various cat toys that had been delivered which you did not order. It was his silent way of saying she was officially part of the family.

It was quite late at night while you and Mandu were cuddled up in bed watching the thunderstorm raging outside.

The front door slammed open making you both jump before the cat ran under the bed for cover. You ran into the living room to see what had happened and found Yoongi doubled over in pain with his hand firmly pressed to his stomach. The room illumined brightly with a strong flash of lightening and you clearly saw the blood soaking through his white dress shirt.

“Oh my god Yoongi what happened to you?”, you asked running over to his side, but he shook you off of him, “Go back to bed Y/N.”

“Yoongi you’re hurt. Let me help you.”, you defiantly stated as he tried walking to his office, a room you generally tried to stay out of.

“Y/N you don’t need to see this. Go back to the bedroom.”, he stated once again as he began unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the garbage can next to his desk. You stared at his broad back feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment for your thought until he turned around and you saw the deep gash in his lower stomach with blood pouring out. The sight brought you back to reality and sent you into panic.

“We…we need to get you to a hospital Yoongi. You need stitches. You need to be checked out by a doctor.”, you said already trying to help him walk to the door.

“No Y/N. It’s too dangerous right now. Turf war is going on. We’re not leaving.”, he said leaning back against his desk trying to catch his breath.

“But but you’re hurt. You need help.”, you said feeling helpless.

After what felt like forever he walked over to one cabinets in his office and searched through the drawers until he pulled out a black case and walked back over to the desk. He tried to flip on the light, but the power had been knocked out thanks to the storm.

Luckily he had a back up plan and pulled out a flash light from one of the drawers. He started to prepare the suture to stitch up his wound. You stood watching for a few minutes as he struggled to hold the flash light in his mouth and use his hands at the same time. “D-Do you want me to hold the light?”, you offered.

He shook his head, “You shouldn’t be around something like this.”

But you were stubborn so you stepped forward anyways taking the light out of his mouth and holding it so that he could get a good look. It was a little harder to stay calm once he actually started stitching up the wound. Every time he winced in pain you felt worse and worse for him but you were unsure of what else you could do.

You even found yourself slipping a little letting your eyes wander from his hands which were attractive on their own up to his toned stomach and firm chest.

“Hey focus Y/N, I need the light back here.”, he said gently tapping your hand. You knew you had been caught judging by the cocky smirk on his face.

When he finished up the stitching and after some pleading on your part he let you apply some antiseptic.

“That’s definitely going to leave a scar.”, he sighed while looking over his work closely under the light.

“It’s okay. I think scars are beautiful.”, you said coming up to stand next to him. He gave you a shy smile, “You want to know don’t you?”, he questioned pointing at his eye. “Only if you’re willing to tell me.”, you said.

“I’m gonna get cleaned up first. Go get back into bed for now.”

You agreed and left him in his office while you washed your hands and then got in bed as suggested.

Not long after he came and got in bed next to you. You didn’t want to push him, but you had been wondering about the scar through his eye since the day you met him.

It seemed that he read your mind. He was still staring up at the ceiling when he began, “It was three weeks after my twenty third birthday. My father had sent me with some of his men to collect a debt owed by a fisherman. We checked his boat, but he wasn’t there. So we all went to the guys apartment. Orders were to kill anyone that was there no exceptions and then take anything of value. When we got there the place was empty. We figured they had probably run off because they got word that we were coming so me and one of the other men start going room to room looking for what we could I find. I got to the bedroom and opened up the closet and…”, he took a deep breath. It was clear the story was getting harder to tell. He continued though, “In the closet was a young kid, probably six or seven years old. There was also a woman in there with him. It was clear she was very pregnant. Next to her was the guy we were looking for. I pulled my gun out ready to get the job done, but I saw the way they all flinched. I saw the way the boy buried his face into his mom, how she squeezed him tightly. I heard her whisper to him that it would all be over soon and that everything would be okay. And I…I just. I couldn’t do it. He was just trying to feed his family. The mom and kid were innocent. So I tossed down the cash I had in my wallet and told them that I would make sure no one else came into the room, but they had to stay in there and be quiet. I told them that once we left they needed to move as far away from the city as they possibly could and never come back. We left the apartment and I never saw them again. But…one of the men I was with, someone I considered to be my brother, apparently saw what I did and ran right to my father letting him know that I let them escape. So that basrard…”, he huffed getting worked up, “He attacked me in my sleep one night like a coward. He used a knife to slash through my eye. Said it was only fair like some eye for an eye bullshit because I let the guy get away without paying. Somehow he managed not to damage my eyesight at all, but I was left with this hideous scar. It’s just a constant reminder of how fucked up my life has been.”

“But when your father came to the restaurant he made a comment about how you guys didn’t kill women or children.”, you said for clarification.

“Yeah now that fuck has a rule like that because I threatened to expose him for everything if he ever killed any more women or children. It’s bad enough that we do what we do. It was his way of trying to keep the peace because he can’t kill me. I’m his only heir. So he enforces that just trying to appease me.”, he spat, “The damage is already done though.”

You laid there in silence for a few moments trying to process everything and figure out how to move forward. That whole story was a lot to take in.

“Well.”, you said turning over to look at him, “I think that was a very kind thing you did. And for what it’s worth… I think the scar suits you. Makes you look like a badass.”, you laughed when you noticed him looking away in embarrassment, “You’re still not beating the Prince Charming allegations.”

“There was absolutely nothing charming about that story.”, he mumbled back at you, “But thank you…I guess.”

The next morning you stood in the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of coffee when Yoongi came walking in very gingerly, his hand gently pressing on the stitched up wound and it was clearly bothering him.

“Did you put the antiseptic on it like I said?”, you questioned before handing him a mug.

“Yes mother.”, he playfully grumbled. “Here take some pain killers.”, you said handing him a couple from the bottle, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

He sat down at the kitchen table, “Yeah a shot of our finest whiskey and a kiss.”, he joked.

You knew he was only kidding, but you did comply and fill up a shot glass with some whiskey setting it down in front of him next to his coffee. When he looked up at you with questioning eyes you took the chance leaning forward placing a quick kiss to his lips, the first time the two of you had kissed since your wedding day. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you were sure your heart was going to explode.

He continued to look at you in shock, but before he could say anything the front door slammed open quickly followed by hustling footsteps. Yoongi’s right hand man and best friend Jimin came walking into the kitchen, “Sir emergency conference in your office.”, he said before practically running down the hall.

Yoongi downed the shot of whiskey and grabbed his coffee. Before he left he turned back and looked back in your direction with a smug smile, “I’m not done with you.”

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I think I added those that asked. I apologize if I missed anyone! The next chapter will hopefully be out soon.

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Hobi ♥️

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Series

Cinnamon & Vanilla (Completed)

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

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The Interlude Inn (In Progress) (On Hold)

Summary: You have never experienced true love which is hilarious considering you write romance novels for a living. When you end up staying at The Interlude Inn located in Holly Falls you start to wonder if maybe the answer to your newest love story is sitting behind the welcome desk. Quickly, you find out that Min Yoongi hides a lot of pain and sorrow behind his shy smiles and quick glances.

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Raspberry Romance(Completed)

Summary: There’s no one on this planet you hate more than your coworker/secret crush Min Yoongi. He’s an arrogant, rude, womanizer who gets under your skin every single shift and you can’t wait for your day to be over so you can get away from him. Unfortunately when Jimin, your caseworker from The Ministry of Adoration, shows up offering you both a raspberry jam filled cookie, things take a surprising turn for the worst and you can no longer get away.

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Cold Brewed Love (Completed)

Summary: When you begged the owner of Jin’s Java House to hire more employees you didn’t mean for him to stick you with the cold, rude, arrogant CEO Min Yoongi. Over time something begins to brew between you both and you end up forced to make decisions way above the pay grade of a cafe barista.

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Cherries (Completed)

Summary: He hated them yet they became a symbol of your love for each other. Until one day they just might be what tears you apart.

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Who Rescued Who? (Completed)

Summary: With only a few dollars left to your name you weren’t sure how you were going to survive. Thankfully, Suga’s Cat Cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. Not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe owner named Yoongi. At first you believed it was him that saved you at your worst, but as time went on you started to wonder…who rescued who?

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Prince Charming (In Progress)

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Promise

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24 Hours

Cuddle Noodle

These Cheeks are Yours Forever and Ever Babe

I Bet You Say That To All Your Girls

Cravings of Love

Pretty Eyes

Wish Upon A Star

Honey Hotteok

Birthday Cake From Hell

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An Angel in Disguise

Just Yoongi

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Be My Valentine

Confetti Cake Crush

Bonnie and Clyde

Fire & Ice

Beauty and the Frog

I Will Always Love You

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Broken

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Even Zombies Need Love

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A Growing Family

The Devil is Beautiful

Min F.cking Yoongi

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Mafia Boss Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, swearing, arranged marriage, gangs, gambling, smoking, drinking, murder

Word Count For This Chapter: 2,388

Chapter 1

You had been seeing the black SUV parked outside of the restaurant for the last few days. Tinted windows so dark that you couldn’t see inside even with the brightest of lights. But you already knew who was inside.

You knew that it was the most powerful and feared mafia boss in the city if not the entire country.

You also knew why he was there, why he had his men scoping out the place for the last several weeks before he himself decided to make an appearance.

It all had to do with your father. The man who took out a loan from The Min Family three years ago in order to buy the restaurant you were currently working in. The man who took any profit you made from that same restaurant to the casino and gambled it away instead of paying off the debt like he was supposed to do. The same man who disappeared like a coward once he realized he was being watched and left you alone to run the restaurant you never wanted all while you waited for the inevitable end.

It was just before closing time when the door opened for what you hoped would be your last customer for the day.

“Table for two?”, you asked the men who nodded as they followed after you. As you started walking them towards a table in the back you began to feel uneasy. They were way too dressed up in three piece suits to simply be dropping in for some tteokbokki especially in this part of town.

When they reached for the menus in your hands your worst fears were confirmed. Both of their wrists marked with crest of the Min Family, a familiar symbol you’d seen around town for most of your life. The Min’s owned 85% of the businesses including the police force so they had no reason to hide and showed no intention to do so. You did your best to keep your cool as you took the men’s orders and went back to the kitchen to prepare the items.

They were at least very polite to you during their meal with always saying please and thank you and complimenting the food many times. Maybe you had misjudged the situation you secretly hoped as you finally placed the bill down in front of them.

They gave you cash to pay for it and as you were completing the transaction with your back turned you could sense a presence walk up behind you. Seconds later there was a cold metal being pushed against the back of your skull, “Don’t make sound.”, they hissed. The sound of the gun being cocked into place sounded like a bomb going off to you.

“Where is he?”, the man asked.

When you didn’t answer he spun you around to face him, the gun now pushing into your forehead, “The boss wants his money…or a body. Which one do you want it to be?”

“I…I…I don’t know where he is. I haven’t seen him in months. I swear.”, you cried.

“Not good enough.”, the second guy spoke also taking his own gun out of his back pocket and pointing it at you as well.

In desperation you dropped down to your knees and begged, “Please please believe me. I don’t know where he is. He took any money we had and disappeared. I’ve been trying to find him too. You have to believe me.”

“I guess we’re going with a body then.”, the first man laughed. You squeezed your eyes shut knowing there was no use in begging any more. All you could do is hope that it was quick and painless.

Just as the man stepped in front of you to take the shot the chimes on the front door signaled someone else had entered the building.

“What are you two idiots doing?”, an unfamiliar male voice said.

“Um well what you asked us to do boss.”, one of the men said after clearing his throat.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut, but you could hear footsteps getting closer. Your body began to shiver in fear.

“Open your eyes little one.”, he said when the footsteps finally stopped.

Slowly you cracked them open adjusting to the light. The tears that had been building up were now feeling falling down your cheeks.

Min Haneul, the leader of the Min Family, squatted down in front of you curiously looking you over.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, “They didn’t hurt you did they? I’m sorry about them. They’re still…they still in their training phase.”

You shook your head as the two men began to protest, “Boss you said to get the money or kill them. You can’t be upset with us. We just did what you asked.”, they frantically explained worried for their own safety.

“I said…”, he began in a booming deep voice, “I said to get the money or bring me the body of Ji-Woo. In this family we don’t kill women or children.”, he spat helping you off of the ground.

“S-Sir I promise I don’t know where my father is. I haven’t heard from him in months.”, you sniffled, “Please don’t kill me. Take the restaurant. All of the money in the register is your. Just please don’t kill me.”

“Shhh Y/N, just breathe. I’m not going to kill you.”, he said pulling you into an uncomfortable hug, “I already know where your father is anyways.”

You stepped back in shock as he continued, “This was just a test. Well mostly…”, he glared at the two men for their mix up, “I just wanted to see how submissive you would be. I need a woman like that to marry my son. Someone who will please him at his command. Feed his ego let’s say. I think you will be perfect and we will go through with it after all.”

“I’m sorry what?”, you coughed. First you came within seconds of being killed then he says he knows where your father is and now you are supposedly getting married.

Min Haneul continued, “I’ve made a deal with your father. In exchange for not taking his life he agreed to give your hand in marriage over to my son Min Yoongi.”

“But…but…but.”, you tried to say unable to form a thought. You had heard of the heir to Min empire, but thankfully you had never met. Yoongi was known to be devilishly handsome, but with a cold heart and ruthless demeanor. He was just as if not more feared than his own father.

“It’s time he grows up. I need to make sure that he has an heir before I allow him to fully take over the family business. Since he won’t find a wife for himself I found one for him.”, he said walking away finally giving you space.

“Sorry for giving you such a scare.”, Haneul said grabbing a few bottles of soju from the refrigerator behind the bar, “My people will be in contact with you over the next couple of weeks with more information.”, his men followed him to the front door before he turned and gave you a light nod, “Oh and don’t worry about coming to work tomorrow. I own this restaurant now and no daughter in law of mine will be sweating next to a stove cooking food for strangers. Good night Y/N.”

Haneul was true to his word. Over the next couple of months a lavish wedding was planned. Money was of no concern. You thought it was ridiculous spending that much on things that didn’t mean anything to you, but you didn’t have a choice anyways. You just went along with it and occasionally selected a color or small detail when you were given the choice.

The day of the wedding was the first time that you saw Yoongi in person. According to his father he had been very non compliant about the whole arrangement and refused to participate up until this point.

You had hoped your father would be in attendance especially since you were only doing this because of him, but as you finally got to the alter you accepted that he had once again disappointed you.

Yoongi greeted you stone faced, but took your hand and lead you up to the officiant. It was the first time you saw the deep scar that ran through his right eye. Immediately you wondered what had happened. You saw pictures of him as a child and it wasn’t there, but it didn’t look fresh either. It could have been due to a surgery you thought at first, but then remembered who you were marrying. He was a gangster so there was no telling what had cause it and you feared for what the other person looked like if that was how he walked away.

The ceremony was long and drawn out and unnecessarily dramatic. You couldn’t wait for it to be over with. When it finally came time for the kiss you were shocked when Yoongi actually went through with it. His lips were softer than expected. He tasted like whiskey and he smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, a dangerous combination.

The reception was even more obscene being held on the top floor of the most elite hotel in the country. Armed guards were posted at all entrances and there was even a no fly zone over the area. Haneul had gone all out to ensure the safety of the event and also make a statement at the same time.

You were pranced around the room by him like the trophy wife you agreed to be to his son. You were introduced to celebrities and athletes, politicians, and even a Queen. Women came up to you trying to be your new best friend. Men flirted with you until they saw Yoongi looking their direction making them run off in fear.

You still couldn’t help, but notice that your father was nowhere to be found and every time you tried to question your new father in law he would change the subject. After a while you were so overwhelmed by everything that you stepped out onto the balcony to get some air. Yoongi seemed to have had the same idea as he was already out there lighting up a cigarette.

He looked at you with a cold stare making you turn to go back inside.

“You can come over here.”, he grumbled, “I won’t bite.”

“You sure about that? What about putting a gun to my head? That seems to be how your family shows affection.”, you scoffed.

You knew that you should technically be more scared of Yoongi than anyone else. He had the reputation for it. You knew what he was capable of yet you barely knew him as a person. You never would have spoken in any kind of way like that to his father, but there was just something about Yoongi, something different. Something familiar and almost comforting.

“Depends…don’t piss me off.”, he replied to your earlier question making you nod in agreement, “Noted. Don’t piss off the husband.” For the first time that day you saw the tiniest hint of a smile begin to form on his face.

Yoongi sipped on a glass of whiskey as the two of you silently looked down over the city that his family and now you pretty much owned.

“Do you know where my father is?”, you decided to ask the less scary (to you at least) Min, “I know he’s not a great person, but he wouldn’t miss my wedding.”

“Just let it go Y/N.”, Yoongi replied taking a hit of the cigarette, “For your own good.”

“He’s already dead isn’t he?”, you asked trying to keep your voice strong.

Yoongi being not one for beating around the bush nodded to your question, “He was killed as soon as he signed the contract to agree to this marriage.”

“So I was forced to marry you to save my father’s life and he was killed anyways?”, you asked out loud more to yourself than anyone, “What a sick fucking joke.”

“Yeah tell me about it. I only agreed to this marriage because I was told your father would be spared if I did. Then I was the one sent in there to kill him.”, he scoffed, “Like a sick fucking joke.”

Your stomach turned at his confession. You stared at the man you just married. You knew he didn’t have the best of morals, but hearing him confess to a murder, to the murder of your own father nonetheless, sent a shiver through your body. He said with such ease like it like it was just another day on the job for him. And somehow that still did not fully scare you away.

“Sir, your father wants some photos together.”, the photographer came out and said to the two of you. Yoongi sighed and put out his cigarette against the concrete railing.

“Let’s get it over with.”, he mumbled walking after the man. You tried to follow close behind, but tripped over your dress losing your shoe in the process making you stumble forward slightly.

Yoongi turned around to see what all the commotion was and noticed you struggling to get your shoe back on thanks to the volume of your dress.

“Here let me do it.”, he said kneeling down and helping to slide your shoe on making sure the strap was properly secured around your ankle this time.

You couldn’t help but softly giggle at the situation. He looked up at you still on one knee and with a raised eyebrow, “Is there something funny about this?”

“No no.”, you shook your head, “It’s just that it’s kind of like Cinderella.”

You could tell he wasn’t quite understanding what you were getting at so you explained further, “You know like how she looses her shoe and then the shoe fits and she’s wearing a pretty ball gown and then she marries Prince Charming. We are doing it a little backwards, but you’re kind of like the Prince Charming to my Cinderella.”

Finally understanding your explanation Yoongi stood up with a smile. “Y/N…I’m no Prince Charming.”, he huffed while straightening out his tuxedo, “I’m quite the opposite actually. And the sooner you accept that…the easier this marriage will be for the both of us.”

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