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Vixen ~ Chapter One
⌠Pairing: Park Jimin x OFC (Shin Ara)
⌠Length: 5.7k
⌠Rating: pg-15
⌠Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Medical Issues (resolved), Mentions/Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS or SKZ members) | JK is Ara's BFF and bodyguard and Best Boy; Bangtan and Stray Kids are mafia; think Kitty Gang Jimin; flirting and fluff; multiple ARMY and STAY easter eggs sprinkled throughout (I welcome comments detailing which ones you caught); author does her best to beat the Wattpad allegations and fails miserably, which is funny because she went straight to ao3 and skipped the orange app phase
⌠Many thanks to @kookthief @moonleeai & @yoongiobsessed for betaing this chapter<3
⌠Taglist (Open): @bangtan-famiglia-net @kookthief @otome-wandering
⌠Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.
⌠Chapter Two (14/10/23) ⌠Chapter Three (15/10/23) ⌠Masterlist âŒAo3
The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.
âYour father has requested your presence ASAP. When will you be ready?â
The woman glanced up from her careful application of sparkly gold eyeliner.
âGive me five minutes, Kookie! Is he home?â She moved towards the walk-in closet across the spacious bedroom.
âHeâs at the office. Iâll bring the car around, then.â The womanâs bodyguard âbut first and foremost her friendâ left, and she began the process of accessorizing.
Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to the tall office building in downtown Seoul, the headquarters of ShinCorp.
As the heiress of ShinCorp, Shin Ara was immediately escorted to the CEOâs office and served tea by the secretary.
âAppa?â
Secretary Kim set the tray on the coffee table, leaving father and daughter to their meeting.
Ara glided gracefully over to warmly hug her father. âJungkook told me you wanted to speak with me about an urgent matter. Is something wrong?â
Shin Jungok sighed, lowering himself onto the sofa across from his only child. âNo, nothing is wrong. What has my beautiful daughter been accomplishing lately?â
Ara crossed her legs, smoothing her ruffled swiss-dot skirt over her knees. âIâve been looking at property for my gallery. Other than that, Iâve been rather quiet. Youâve been busy with work, so I havenât wanted to disturb you, Appa.â
Jungok smiled. âYou are such a respectful child, Ara. Yes, Iâve been occupied with work. I just finished a meeting with the new CEO of Park Group.â
âOh, their former CEO died recently, didnât he? His son took over, I suppose? Awfully young to be CEO,â she mused.
âYes, heâs only twenty seven, but he has a good head for business. Weâve never partnered with the Park Group before, though a contract was once drawn up between us. I guess heâs trying to show the board heâs capable despite his youth.âÂ
âMaybe heâs capable because of his youth,â Ara arched her brow at her father.
Jungok took a long sip of his tea. âAra, are you seeing anyone?â
She blinked at the non sequitur. âUhâŠno? Iâve been busy planning my gallery. I havenât had time to date.â
âPark Jimin asked for your hand in marriage,â Jungok stated simply.
Ara stared. âWhat?â
âWill you at least think about it? Iâm sure heâll take good care of you and be a good husband to you, and if we make this partnership, heâll be more solidly accepted as a businessman. You know Iâm getting older, and ShinCorp will stay in our family when I retire. I am proud of you for following your own path, and a little pleased that you do not want to take over ShinCorp, but I want to make sure you are taken care of.â
âMay I see the contract?â
Jungok handed her the portfolio, and she read through it carefully. âWill ShinCorp go to Mr. Park or to our children?â
âMr. Park will have a share and your children will receive the rest. Until they come of age, you and he will have joint control over the company,â Jungok explained. âI know you donât want to be CEO, but we must take caution in this day and age. I know you will make sure ShinCorp is run according to our mission statement.â
Ara hummed an acknowledgment and flipped over a page.
âDo you have Mr. Parkâs number?â
Her father looked up in surprise. âAre you sure? Iâm not pressuring you, Ara!â
âI know, Appa. I accept his proposal.â
âWell, I believe he left his cardâŠâ Jungok moved to his desk and shuffled through some papers. â...here!â He handed it to Ara.
âErâŠthe marriage is best announced and signed on sooner rather than later.â
Ara barely glanced up from creating a new contact in her phone.
âIâm aware, Appa,â she said briskly. âWill next Saturday work? I saw the perfect dress when I was out shopping with Unnie last week. Iâve been planning my wedding since I was a little girl, Appa.â
It was Jungokâs turn to stare at her. âIn just over a week?â
She smirked. âMoney is king, is it not? Iâll get everything done in time.â She patted his shoulder on her way to the door. âLeave it to me.â
~~~
Twenty minutes later, Ara slipped into her car. She clipped the seatbelt in, and Jungkook took off.Â
âYouâre looking at the future Mrs. Park Jimin!â she announced cheerfully.
âWhat?!â Jungkook swerved, then corrected the car.
âIâm marrying Park Jimin next Saturday if that works for him.â Her phone pinged. âSpeak of the devil. âYes, Saturday is perfect. Thank you for accepting my proposal. I am sorry it is so short notice and businesslike,ââ Ara read aloud. âHe sounds decent. Good.â
âHeâd better be more than decent,â muttered Jungkook darkly, turning a corner smoothly.
Ara cooed. âAww, are you worried about me? Youâre the one who trained me for my black belt in taekwondo.â
âItâs literally my job, Ara!â
âI know, but stillâŠAnyways, can you drop me off at the Whalien Cafe so I can meet all the girls at once?â
âSure. Should I come in?â
âIf you want. Have you ever tried their special 52 Hertz menu item? Itâs sooo good.â
âNo, I havenât. Iâll come to crowd control your friends and try it while Iâm there.â
âWise choice.â
Ara and Jungkook walked into Whalien Cafe and ordered, then joined the five girls at two squished-together tables. Araâs friends and unnie updated her on their lives since she had seen them last, then Ara dropped her bomb.
âWill you be my bridesmaids next Saturday?â
There was a beat of silence, then complete chaos erupted.Once they calmed down, she explained the situation. They immediately agreed to be her bridesmaids and began planning.
Ara explained her vision, then sat back as the ideas ran wild. By the end of the afternoon, she had a list of her favourite suggestions and a promise from each of her friends to join her the next day for dress shopping.
The friend group had met in college, except for Araâs unnie, Kim Sihyeon. Sihyeon was the cousin of Jungokâs PA, Seokjin, who Ara viewed as an older brother.
Araâs mother died in a car accident when Ara was eleven and Jungok immediately hired Ara a bodyguard-chauffeur. Jungok had Jungkook befriend Ara and trained him to become her new bodyguard-chauffeur when he was old enough. The other four members of the friend group were Jennie, Rose, Jisoo, and Lisa. Theyâd all been dorm mates in college and were quite close.
~~~
After a light supper, Ara spent the evening reserving things and purchasing necessary items for her upcoming nuptials.
Her phone dinged with an alert. Curious, she turned from her laptop and tapped on the message.
PJ: Youâre certainly very organized! I was honestly expecting a month at best. I have people working on a story of how we met earlier. Hereâs a link to the rough draft. Make whatever changes you want.
Inquisitive, Ara tapped on the link to the document, a professional publicistâs work, of course. It was well-written, if a little sensational, but she frowned at the extra drama sprinkled in, such as their coincidental meeting in Italy in the spring and their secret romance (none of which she recalled).
SA: Why do we need an article? Do you need this for appearances? *I* donât mind being âjust a business marriageâ. It is a good story, though:)
PJ: I thought you would want it to seem as normal as possible. You are quite intriguing, Miss Shin.
SA: Good;) Letâs just release a formal announcement stating weâve decided to get married. The media really doesnât need anything else.
SA: I have the place and time booked for the reception and ceremony. Is there anything youâd like me to add, like family traditions?
PJ: Whatever you like. I will be giving you my halmeoniâs ring, if thatâs alright with you.
SA: Of course! One final questionâŠpink?
PJ: Itâs a decent colour?
SA: đ
A light knock echoed from the heavy wooden door, then a man popped his head into Jiminâs private office.
âHey, Boss, thereâs a box from your fiancĂ©e.â
âBring it in,â the man behind the desk ordered.Â
He carefully opened the box and lifted out a pastel-pink silk tie. The paper inside read, âI hope this hue of pink is a decent enough colour to wear to our wedding. If this is satisfactory, text me and Iâll send over the rest for your groomsmen. Black suits, please. ~SAâ
Jimin smiled a little at the slightly wonky smiley face Ara had drawn beside her name and carefully replaced the tie.
PJ: Itâs perfect. Thank you.
A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.
The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.
Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.
âWhereâs Hyunjin?â
âHeâs restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,â answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.
âThanks, Chan.â
A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. âYou called, Boss?â
The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. âYou all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtanâs been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.
âThe head of Grayâs daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.
âMinho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.â
âYes, maâam!â saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.
âVix, you sure about this?â
Vixenâs blood-red lips curved in a smile. âDonât worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.â
Chan sighed. âAlright, then. I trust you, Vix.â
âBoss, hereâs the file on Shin Ara you wanted.â
âThanks, Hoseok.âJimin took the file and flipped through it.
Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her fatherâs employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.
Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?
Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.
Another knock on the door roused him. âSir, itâs time for your suit fitting.â
~~~
Jimin looked eagerly at the doors, waiting for the first glance of his wife face-to-face.
The audience stood as Ara strutted down the catwalk with a grace only a girl who had been bred in high society could achieve.
She took his hand, her fingers gripping his tightly. Her hand fit perfectly in his. A whiff of her floral perfume wafted through the air. Her very presence seemed familiar, though Jimin figured that could be from the hundreds of texts they had exchanged in the past eleven days.
Kim Seokjin was officiating at Araâs request; it seemed to Jimin that he spoke slowly on purpose, taunting him with the veiled face of his bride.
Finally they reached the vows, and Araâs grip on his hand tightened momentarily.
Jimin slipped his grandmotherâs ring onto her finger, admiring the sparkle that seemed right. The three red garnets bookmarked by tiny diamonds suited her.
Ara slid the gold band on his finger, a little shock running up his arm from where she touched him.
âSorry,â she whispered.
â...You may kiss the bride,â announced Seokjin.
Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Araâs reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasnât too eager.
Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.
With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.
Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.
Jimin really didnât want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didnât want to scare his new bride away.
Sihyeon straightened the train of Araâs Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.
Jungok caught his eye on the way by, âDonât forget your promise,â he mouthed.
The promise, in Jiminâs copy of the contractâ Jungokâs only stipulation.
Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.
Ara was a total Daddyâs girl, only idolizing him. He didnât want to break her heart, tell her that her appa wasnât all sheâd thought he was.
Jungok had been secretly overjoyed when she had come to him, saying she wanted to study art, not business to prepare for inheriting ShinCorp. It was much easier to hide the fact that he was the don of the Gray mafia, one of the biggest in Seoul.
Jungok could leave ShinCorp to his Head of Strategy, Kim Namjoon, who would run the Grays as well, and Ara would be none the wiser.
Jungokâs one wish was to never crush his little girlâs world of gold and pink and glitter and peace.
Yes, he had insisted she learn a martial art and have a bodyguard, but many CEOsâ families had more protection. Aeriâs accident may have truly been an accident, but after he failed to protect his wife, he vowed to make sure Ara would always be protected.
After the luxurious reception, the Parks drove to Jiminâs home and base of operations, codenamed Cypher. Jimin drove them himself- Ara had brought Jungkook with her but given him the night off, and he was hitting it off with his new colleagues and Jiminâs friends/groomsmen, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Choi Soobin, and Choi Beomgyu.
Jimin pulled the bulletproof SUV up to the steps and sighed in relief. None of the other mafia or gangs had attempted anything, and Bangtan was now officially allied with Gray; the gangs pressuring and testing him since his fatherâs death should relax now.
He leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at Ara. Oh, right.
âSoâŠit didnât seem quite right discussing it over text, but where should I put your things? I have a suite prepared for you, or you can have the master bedroom, whichever youâd likeâŠâ
Ara smiled a little at his awkwardness, masking her own. They hadnât exactly had the time to discuss the finer points of married life, beyond the âgetting marriedâ point.
âI think the suite would be best for now, although I am looking forward to getting to know you better, and I hope we can make this relationship work.â
âI do, too.â Jimin pulled out his phone to text the housekeeper to move the rest of Araâs things to the prepared suite . âYou looked beautiful, I meant to say that earlier.â
âThank you. Er- did you dye your hair to match the colour scheme? I wasnât expecting that level of cooperation.â
Jimin chuckled, getting out of the SUV and stretching to relieve the lingering awkwardness. âNo, that was a coincidence. Iâm glad it didnât clash with the colour scheme, though. When you asked about suits and colours all I could think of at first was, âOh no, what if she wants one of those ultra-modern black-and-white weddingsâ or something.â
Araâs light laughter floated through the crisp night. âDonât worry, I like colour. Photographer, yâknow?â
âI was really impressed by how quickly you got everything prepared.â He paused, debating on broaching the subject now or later. Curiosity won, and he plowed ahead. âCan I ask why you agreed to marry me so quickly?â
Ara shrugged, bending over to pull off her sparkly pink Louboutins. âYou needed a partnership with my fatherâs group. Appa would have a beneficial business agreement with your company. I would like to be a wife, and in the future, a mother. Iâve never had a long-term boyfriend or anythingâŠall the chaebol heirs are too old, too young, pricks, immature, or just not my type. I confess I did a little stalking of you, and Appa approved of you. Even if this was a business marriage, he would never suggest a man who wouldnât treat me well. And you saved me the time and stress of introducing my boyfriend to my family and waiting to see if the verdict would fall in your favour or not,â she shrugged again.Â
Jimin nodded, fascinated by the peek into Araâs brain. âI hope that, at the very least, weâll get along as friends. Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?â
âSure, Iâm free. What time?â
~~~
Ara settled into her very comfy bed and pulled out her phone.
SA: 2:00 p.m. tomorrow
KS: Done so soon?
SA: Shut up. 2:00, be there or donât.
KS: Got it. Iâll be there.đ
At 1:55 p.m., Ara descended the stairs of her new house, ready for her date. Her peach tunic dress hugged her curves and fell to her knees, complemented by her chunky brown leather heels, gold jewelry, and an oversized burgundy purse.
Jimin had just pulled the car up, and his jaw loosened a little. âYou look stunning!â
Ara blushed, pushing a loose curl behind her ear. âThanks, you look pretty nice yourself.â
Jimin wore his loose white suit well, his plum shirt complementing his peachy-pink hair.
The car ride to downtown Seoul was filled with quiet chatter as the newlyweds got to know each other better.
Jimin pulled up to an art museum and got out, heading quickly to Araâs side to open the door for her. She took his arm, and he let her tell him all about the art and curation as they toured the museum.
âAbeoji first took me to a museum when I was six, I think? I really liked it and begged Eomma to take me back. I just kept making my parents take me to museums until Iâd seen them all, and then repeated it. I tried drawing and painting, but I wasnât very good at them and didnât want to put in the hours of practice to attempt to be good.â
They strolled along to the photography section, having gone through the traditional paintings and sketches.âPhotography caught my attention when I was ten or elevenâŠJungkook had taken up photography as his hobby, and he let me try sometimes. I really loved those times taking pictures and decided thatâs what I wanted to do as a job, not run ShinCorp. Appa was surprisingly accepting of my decision, but heâs always spoiled me a bit,â Ara laughed.
âJungkook, as in, your bodyguard?â Jimin asked curiously. âHe couldnât have been much use when you were tenâŠheâs only a bit older than you, right?â
âOh, Kook wasnât my bodyguard till he was eighteen. We grew up as childhood friends since my eommaâs accident. Heâs from Busan, but he was kidnapped and trafficked around the time of my momâs accident. The police rescued him and some other children when they broke up the ring of gangsters that had been trafficking kids,â explained Ara, pausing in front of a photo of a field of wildflowers.
âJungkook was an orphan, so one of the policemen whoâd rescued them fostered him. He was Appaâs friend, and they thought it would be good for both of us to have a companion.â
Ara turned to see what Jimin thought of this revelation. He was frowning at the floor, one hand in his pocket. Running his other hand through his hair, he exhaled. âThat must have been tough.â
Ara nodded. âHe doesnât speak about it muchâsensitive, you know? Oh, and you donât need to worry aboutâŠanything between us,â she added hesitantly. âWe did have a crush on each other in high school, but we realized weâre better off as friends. Thereâs no competition.â
He raised his head to smirk at her, pushing his hair back one final time. âSo, thereâs a chance of winning your heart?â
She smiled back, lifting her lashes flirtatiously. âIâd say thereâs a good chance.â
âShall we go for dinner, then?â
âSure, I could eat. Could we try this new French restaurant nearby?â
âWhatever you want, milady. Whatâs its name?â
âLâDomino. Main floor of the Star Lost hotel,â Ara pointed down the street to a tall building several blocks away, visible from the museum parking lot.
âAhâŠIâve heard of that place. Letâs go, then!â
The maitreâd heard their names and immediately showed them to a table. Dim lighting, but not so dim you couldnât see what you were eating, opulent fabrics and the quiet instrumental soundtrack gave the dining room an atmosphere oozing exclusivity. Jimin pulled out Araâs chair for her, then sat opposite her.
A black-suited waiter approached, his chubby cheeks lifted in a smile. âGood evening! My name is Jisung; Iâll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with a beverage?â
At D9, Vixenâs HQ, Chan picked up the phone, halting its first ring. âChan.â
âChristmas, itâs me. Have Park Jiminâs hacker find Jeon Jungkookâs file of his kidnapping. Shin Ara told him about it; heâll be suspicious.â
âGot it. Did Seungmin make the drop?â
âThe goods are in position. Iâll contact you later for news on our plans, I just wanted to give you a head start on the file. Vixen over and out.â
âThank you for the lovely date, Princess. I enjoyed getting to know you. Perhaps we could make this a regular thing?â
Jimin opened the front door, and Ara stepped into the low-lit foyer. âThank you. I had a lot of fun, and ditto,â she returned. âMaking this regular sounds lovely.â
Jimin inhaled and pushed further. âWould you like to have breakfast together in the mornings if Iâm not at the office early?â
âIâd love to. What time do you normally eat?â
âQuarter to eight. Does that work for you?â
âSounds perfect. See you tomorrow, then?â
âSee you then. Sleep well,â he called after her, already halfway up the stairs.
âYou as well. Goodnight, Jimin.â Ara entered her suite, all done in pastels with gold accents. It was either a strange coincidence or someone had been talking (she bet it was her appa), but it was very similar to her room at home.
She headed to the ensuite to begin her nighttime routine, replaying the whole date with Jimin.
She had expected maybe dinner or an outing, but not the entire afternoon and evening. It was lovely, but she wondered if Jimin would face any backlash over spending so much time off work. It was crucial he maintained a flawless profile in the first months of being appointed CEO, Ara was enough of a businessmanâs daughter to know that. Their marriage was, in part, to help stabilize his takeover, and she didnât want to be a hindrance.
He was a perfect gentleman and quite attentive. Sheâd miss his company, but sheâd make sure their next date was a little shorter. By their first anniversary, he should be able to spend more time with her again.
Itâs not like she was expecting love and him to wait on her hand and foot, even if she did hope theyâd grow to genuinely care about each other. Time flew by, anywayâ sheâd survive a few months without his constant presence. Resolved to broach the subject at breakfast the next morning, she crawled into her comfy bed and replayed his every action again.
He was too perfect. Sheâd find his flaw sooner or later.
Jimin tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk and sighed. Finally, he pushed a button and asked for Jungkook to be fetched.
Minutes later, Araâs bodyguard stood at attention in front of him.
âYouâve known Ara since you were eleven?â
âYes, sir.â
âYou were adopted by Jeon Jeonghwa, an officer in Seoulâs police department, Organized Crime division?â
âYes, sir.â
âAra told me you were kidnapped from Busan and brought here by traffickers, till you were rescued by your adoptive father.â
Jungkook nodded.
ïżœïżœïżœYou became her bodyguard at eighteenâŠyouâve trained in martial arts for twelve years?â
âYes, sir. Mr. Shin insisted Ara and I take self-defense lessons, and I wanted more.â
âYou know who Shin Jungok is? Who I am?â Jimin leaned back in his chair, studying Jungkook.
âYes, sir. Head of the Gray Gang and the Bangtan Family.â
âDoes Ara suspect who we are?â Jimin narrowed his eyes. The million-dollar questionâŠor maybe, billion-dollar, considering the revenue estimated to be brought in by this alliance.
âNo, sir. Mr. Shin wants her to know nothing about your other business. Heâs made sure she knows nothing.â
âTell me if she ever mentions anything about it to you, please. Thank you for your time.â
âYes, sir. AlsoâŠthere was never really anything between us. Weâre like siblings, sir.â
Jungkook left, and Jimin resumed his finger tapping, staring at the spot where the man had stood.
Time went by, and the newlyweds fell into a routine. They would have breakfast together four times a week when Jimin wasnât âat the office earlyâ. When he came home, they would have dinner, either trying out a new restaurant or one of Araâs home-cooked meals.Â
Cooking was her hobby, and she enjoyed experimenting with various cuisines and fusions.
Mrs. Lee, the housekeeper, let her have free reign of the kitchen, a feat not easily achieved.
The long-date problem was solved by the compromise of several shorter dates. Once a week, Jimin would take Ara on a coffee or lunch date, the short distance between Araâs gallery and Park Groupâs buildings coming in handy so they could stretch out their precious minutes together.Â
Ara had almost finished setting up her gallery and excitedly shared her plans for the opening and all the organizing she had to do. Jimin was bemused by her enjoyment of organizing things and creating organizational systems, imagining if she knew about his secondary business and how sheâd whip everyone into shape. He had no doubt that she would be a force to be reckoned with if someone got into her path. Grinning at the mental image of Ara siccing Jungkook and maybe his own men on someone standing in her way, he realized he was smiling like a loon and quickly smoothed out his expression.
Just in time.
His secretary knocked on the door and poked his head in. âSir, the dress was delivered. However, Mrs Shin has not opened it yet.â
With a fond smile, he rolled his eyes. She was probably busy focusing on the networking for the ball tonight.
For all her love of order, she could be so scatterbrained and distracted sometimes. Her suite was a disaster when she was getting ready to go out, and she was always leaving something behind somewhere. Maybe it should have annoyed him, but it only endeared her to him more. She wasnât completely perfect, something that reassured him to no end. Perfect people were too good to be true, something that made him suspicious of Ara and Jungkook in the beginning.
At first, heâd only spent so much time with Ara because he wanted to know what she was hiding behind that girly-girl, society and gilded mask, but as they became closer, he realized she truly was that good-hearted; not shallow at all, but she didnât shy away from being the cliche chaebol princess.
Her openness drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He had so many secrets. What was it like to just be who you are, unapologetically? Not worry about what people thought of you?
Jungkook was similar to Ara, probably because theyâd been practically attached by the hip for over a decade. Heâd quickly proven himself to Jiminâs closest circle, and as Mrs Shinâs guy, he was quickly welcomed to the inner ranks. He gave Jimin good advice about how to deal with Ara, which Jimin truly appreciated, and he was always down to join Jimin in a workout or spar.
Even Hoseok, Jiminâs Head of Security, approved of Jungkook, a difficult achievement.
By the second month of the contract marriage, Ara and Jungkook were permanent fixtures in the Bangtan Familyâs life, and it seemed unthinkable that anything should happen to them. They were Parks now, and it seemed like they always had been.
Jimin knocked on Araâs door, fiddling with his garnet cufflinks while he waited. The thick carpeting muffled her footsteps, and the door swung open unexpectedly.
His jaw dropped.
The form-fitting red dress had a sparkling corset bodice, laced up tightly to emphasize his wifeâs curves, and a hint of thigh winked at him from the slit in the gauzy skirt.
Diamonds glinted from her ears, between fluffy curls he wanted to wrap around his fingers.
Shin Ara looked every inch the mafia queen she was, even if she didnât know it.Â
Jiminâs gaze slowly slid down to her strappy gold heels, then back up, making Ara blush.
âYou look wonderful,â he said, extending his hand.
âThank you.â
~~~
Jimin proudly escorted his wife into the high society, clandestine mafia ball.
Jungok spotted them arriving and came over to greet them.
Every two weeks, the entire group of Gray and Bangtanâs inner circles came together for dinner. Jungok had been at their mansion two days ago, yet he acted as if it had been two months.
âHello, my beautiful daughter; Jimin. You look so much like your mother,â Jungok stared wistfully at Ara. âSpeaking of, when will I get my own grandchildren?â
Blushing furiously, Ara thwacked her fatherâs arm. âAppa!â
âWhat? Iâm an old man, I want to see my grandchildren before I die.â
Ara scoffed. âYouâre so dramatic, Appa; youâre not that old. Anyways, howâs your new secretary doing? Has he learned anything yet?â she grinned, recalling her fatherâs exasperated rant on the secretaryâs new structuring and organization tactics earlier that week.
âYes, Seungmin just needed some time to learn the ropes; heâs quite bright. When will you have your opening night?â Jungok switched the topic.
âNext month, the twelfth. Iâm so excited!â
Jimin chimed in with a chuckle, âItâs all sheâs been focused on for a while now.â
Ara glared playfully at him and swept off for some punch.Â
Rejoining the men, she saw her father grip Jiminâs wrist tightly and speak lowly into his ear.
âAppa? Gwaenchana?â
âJust a little thirsty,â Jungok said thickly. Ara quickly passed him her punch and watched in horror as it spilled all over the front of her dress, the cup crashing to the floor moments before Jungok.
âAppa!â Ara stared at the sweat gathering on his forehead, at the light, fast breaths he was taking as he weakly tugged at his tie to loosen it.Â
"Call an ambulance!" She demanded of no one in particular, crouching beside him in worry.
Jimin dialed the emergency line quickly and waited for the ambulance to come. Jungkook rushed over, checking Jungokâs pulse and loosening his collar and cuffs, rolling him onto his side.
The EMTs arrived and transported Jungok to the hospital, sirens blaring as they sped through the streets.
Ara nervously twisted her fingers in her lap, her gaze fixed on the flashing lights directly ahead of them as Jimin followed the vehicle carrying her father.
Finger twisting was joined by impatient pacing in front of the row of chairs as she awaited any news.
After what seemed like hours of pacing under the glaring white lights, the doctor whoâd taken her father approached.
âMr. Shin is stable but unconscious right now. He had a heart attack. Do you know if he had any of these symptoms lately?â the doctor rattled off a list of concerning things Ara wished she knew about.
She shook her head helplessly. âI-I donât know. I just got married recently and moved out- Iâve only seen him brieflyâŠâ
âHey, itâs okay,â Jimin wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, returning from making calls to his secretary, letting her know that he wouldnât be in the next day. âYou didnât and couldnât knowâ thatâs not your fault. Itâs not anyoneâs fault; itâs just a fact. Your dad is stable now. Itâll be okay, yeah?â His hand rubbed soothing strokes up and down her arm. âAra, youâre cold.â Shrugging his coat off, he wrapped it around her like a hug.
âWeâd like to run some tests on Mr. Shin, just to make sure heâs okay besides this issue,â said the doctor, eyeing her sympathetically. âCould you come to my office to sign some papers?â
Once everything was finally sorted out and she had seen her father, reassured that he was going to be okay and there was nothing for her to do at present, Jimin took her home and sent her straight to bed.
Tucking her in, he smoothed the comforter over her shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. âHeâll be okay, Princess.â
âThank you for everything, Jimin.â She blinked up at his shadowed profile.
âOf course. Get some sleep.â His finger brushed her cheek, then she heard his light footsteps head toward the door and the quiet snick of the door closing.
Closing her eyes, she did her best to sleep. Its comforting embrace welcomed her swiftly.
#bangtanwhq#bangtanfamiglianet#group: bts#group: skz#type: fic#author: star-my#series: vixen#chapter: 1#au: mafia#au: ceo#au: arranged marriage#tw: medical issues#length: 5-6k#tw: human trafficking#star scribbles
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OK i saw this series recc'd a lot but put off reading it because yandere stories aren't usually my cup of tea but I finally gave it a chance and I am so so so glad I did. This is amazing and deserves all the recs, and more. It's definitely going on my next rec list.
The writing is so smooth and easy to read and just sucks you into the world. The pacing is great and the worldbuilding is *chef's kiss*. The dynamics between the members and between OC and each other are spectacular. Ok I'll stop elaborating now and let y'all read!!!
Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Yes, all 8 of them)
Words:Â 13,318
Warnings: One stabbing mention. Seonghwa gets a little handsy at one point. The boys are very horny for the OC. I make too many direct references to the song and its lyrics, donât at me please. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: You know, I never expect a simple Drabble to turn into this beast right here, but Iâm happy with the way it turned out. Not gonna lie, this fic is a bit self-indulgent at certain parts, but what fic isnât? Lmaoo anyways, I do not believe Ateez would ever act like this. This is just my interpretation of this particular Drabble request and the yandere archetype. I really hope you all like this one; feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~ (Seriously though guys, please donât let this flop haha)
Extra: The whole time I was writing this, I had a chubby!reader in mind, but I donât explicitly describe anything that would indicate that so I donât feel right tagging it as such. Just know itâs heavily implied, but anyone can read this!!
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#group: atz#member: ot8#type: fic#rating: e#author: mint-yooxgi#length: 10-15k#au: demon#au: yandere#series: hotel california#chapter: 1
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Hey now, Let her cook!
#dungeon meshi#chilchuck tims#senshi#laios touden#marcille donato#izutsumi#oyasumi punpun#<- In case you are wondering what the source for the little bird guy is.#Yeah that's right. I'm back to my extremely obscure crossover BS.#Punpun is one of those series that falls under the category of 'Good! but I cannot responsibly recommend this to anyone."#If Dungeon Meshi is like a friend asking you to go on a quick errand and you accidently go on a life changing roadtrip -#Punpun is your friend asking to go on a quick errand and they pull up to the vet and tell you your dog is being put down.#Then they explode into sludge. Melting your car. You hitchhike back but the person who picked you up is an axe murderer.#I could not finish it. My friends who did say it was good. But agree it was for the best I did not finish it.#Hey speaking of tone twists...We are one episode away from one of my favourite chapters being animated!#WHO'S READY FOR THE SENSHI BACKSTORY! WHO IS READY TO CRY!#ME! I AM! I spooked my flatmate with how energetic I was this morning. I'm vibrating with energy I was not designed to contain.#I should talk about today's episode here: It was very good. I love how they animated the familiars.#And!!! Anime only people now are in the loop on the Chilchuck lore. Part 1 of many. He still contains multitudes.#They all do to be honest! If this episode told us anything it was that we still don't know these characters as well as we think!#See you guys next week. I'll be inconsolable.
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What can I say, I sure love raccoons and parks
#Indigo park#indigo park Rambley#Indigo park fanart#oops egy rajz#I found chapter 1 charming#indigo park chapter 1#honestly I wouldn't be suprised if our dear MC got bloody after that door scene lol
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the first thing I thought about after reading 118
#+1 person added to chuuya's dead friend list#bsd#bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs#bsd spoilers#bsd wan#bsd 118#bsd ch 118#bsd chuuya#chuuya nakahara#bsd kenji#kenji miyazawa#never heard of chapter 118 before#what is that?
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the collection plays deltarune: part 1
noelle and isabeau share the same freak energy and i think its hilarious
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i voiced susie it was a lot of fun :)))
#deltarune#deltarune fanart#deltarune chapter 1#deltarune susie#deltarune kris#deltarune noelle#fanart#illustration#mini comic#noelle is a lil freak#oh wormwood
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Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j
FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
#deltarune#utdr#crossover#crossover comic#comic#twin runes#twin runes au#twin runes comic#deltarune fanart#ralsei#oh hey more morror shenanigans#had to sneak a little titan imagry in there#for those who are unaware#thanks to two moments in chapter 1 and 2 we know that ralsei knows of the player#as of writing this story we don't actually know what his stance on the player is#so any readers from the future please keep that in mind#in this story ralsei knows that the player is gone and that kris is now acting on their own#he just hasn't had the chance to talk to kris in private#he sees the player as an aid towards the greater goal#he also is worried about kris' wellbeing but doesn't want to alienate the player#I also wanted to play around with the idea of an area that is basically just a giant Darkner#so in a way the labyrinth is actually alive#which is why the gang was seperated so easily
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Aizawa from MHA429
#no 3baka but at least we saw him smiling#and the bow????omg#I still cant believe that there's only 1 chapter left#bnha#mha#aizawa#eraserhead#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#10th anniversary#fanart#aizawa shota#redraw#shota aizawa#bnha fanart#mha fanart#aizawa sensei#mha aizawa#aizawa shouta#illustration#digital art#my art#manga#artwork#artists on tumblr#bnha aizawa#pro hero#smile#happiness
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As much as i love Dungeon Meshi, i do think that given Ryoko Kui's attention to realistic worldbuilding there ought to be a companion series called Dishes Meshi where they spend 2hrs washing and drying and packing away. Alll the goddamnfuck dishes they just made
#EVERY TIME i make something even slightly fancy for dinner im like#HOW ARE YOU WASHING ALL THOSE DISHES IN A DUNGEON ?? DO Y'ALL REALLY ONLY USE 1 BIG PAN?? HOW?#where is Chilchuck being like 'jfc Laiosâ you couldn't have let this bowl soak while we made the gyoza?? now it's all dried on...'#where is Marcille going 'Ok gang. We need to stop somewhere soon to wash each of our 2 outfits. and our 173 dishtowels'#On second thought maybe Marcille just does it all with magic which makes me mad fucking jealous#if this is already covered somewhere in the Adventurer's Handbook or the later manga chapters I'll feel real dumb but Ah Well#dungeon meshi
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i actually fucking hate mentioning IT and the person iâm talking to goes âoh the movie with the clown??â like. yeah. i fucking guess. IT IS THE LEAST IMPORTANT CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE FILM. ITâS FOUND FAMILY. ITâS BOYS IN LOVE IN THE 80s. ITâS BREAKING THE CYCLE. ITâS A GIRL BEING ONE OF THE BOYS. but i guess the stupid fucking dancing clown was also there. wasting everybodyâs FUCKING TIME and killing RICHIE TOZIERâS BOYFRIEND
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Kunikida-san?
#never ask a kunikida fan what happened on august 1#chapter 117#bungou stray dogs#bsd#kunikida doppo#bungou stray dogs kunikida#bungou gay dogs#atsushi#atsushi nakajima#bungou stray dogs atsushi#kunikida bsd#atsushi bsd
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the $!$? squad
(drawing from 2022)
#deltarune#undertale#indie games#art#digital art#video games#kris dreemurr#kris deltarune#ralsei#ralsei deltarune#lancer#susie deltarune#deltarune chapter 1#deltarune fanart#artwork#drawing
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Don't forget to eat to keep the demons at bay
#back to basics with self-care with the tinies#and tragically empty tiny stomachs#i believe dazai can be bad at taking care of himself and that's one of the reasons he's always after other people's food/free food#you don't have to worry about thinking about feeding yourself if you just take food when it comes your way#(and that's how you end with a dazai that tells atsushi he hasn't eaten in a long time in chapter 1)#(but keeps either asking for other people's food or inviting himself to restaurants when kunikida's paying in bonuses)#(dazai hasn't eaten as well or frequently as he has been eating while in prison in a long time)#tiny skk adventures#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd fanart#bsd dazai#bsd dazai osamu#nawy's comics
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Sasuke vs itachi but sasuke uses forbidden jutsu⊠threatening to snitch
#itachis muscle memory#naruto#sasuke uchiha#itachi uchiha#sasuke and itachi#naruto shippuden#naruto part 1#naruto part 2#naruto shonen jump#naruto chapter#sasuke vs itachi#narutoposting#shitpost#my art
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perhaps catching up a bit wouldn't hurt?
#hidden hands au#no promises or specific days but chapter 1 of the fic will be up when it's ready! thank you for your patience!#i will also try to answer asks but i'm very slow i apologize </3#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy's fanart#five nights at freddy's au#fnaf#fnaf au#fnaf fanart#michael afton#mike afton#charlie emily#charlotte emily#fnaf michael afton#fnaf mike afton#fnaf charlie emily#fnaf charlotte emily#fnaf marionette#fnaf puppet#my art
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Ë⥠- ÌÌ âą saw this tt about how these two toddlers shared their dad's notoriously rough bed head and this post when i opened tumblr last night and had to write smth for it! sorry, for the baby content đ i'll get back to writing y'alls requests now xxx
the careful messiness of brunette curls has been charlesâs signature hairstyle for ages. it suits him, and when paired with his dimples and green eyesâitâs no wonder why every italian and monegasque prays for his success on sundays. well, maybe bleeding rosso corsa and winning two championships driving the famed red car are the proper reasons.
if only they knew that the artful styling of his curls is nowhere to be found after he sleeps. when he wakes, his hair is in absolute disarrayâthe deep brown ringlets are clumped together as they stick straight upwards and yet they manage to point in every direction possible.
when you first moved in with charles, you convinced him to buy a satin pillowcase to combat the bed head. it didnât help, and neither did the bonnets you tried to have him wear. no matter if the ties were knotted, buttoned, or even velcro-strapped tightly, the bonnet would end up by the foot of the bed and his hair was in itâs usual disordered state by the early morning hours.
so, your morning routine begins with taming charlesâs severe case of bed head. he awakens slowly as your fingertips gently untangle the deep brown ringlets, moaning lowly and nudging his head into your hand like a large cat when your nails glide along his scalp. you carefully guide each curl back into their assigned positions, tutting disapprovingly at the one strand that never seems to stay in itâs place.
charlesâs chest shakes with a chuckle at your slight irritation and he shifts to meet your eyes, tenderly directing your hands away from his now orderly hair to his lips, pressing kisses to your fingertips before pulling you forward to cuddle into his chest.
you didnât expect to have to deal with more than one head of messy hair. unfortunately, it seems like your daughter inherited her fatherâs bed head.
your mornings now consist of charles climbing out of bed at the first crackle of noise through the baby monitor, rushing to scoop the 9-month-old from her nursery and have her join the two of you in bed. he crosses the doorway with your daughter cradled to his bare chest and leo yipping at his feetâshe stares up at at him, a perfect reflection of the sea green pools of his eyes, the absence of a bonnet, and the chaotic sprawl of his brunette curls. youâve never been bothered with the fact that sheâs an exact replica of her father, as some tried to tease that your genes didnât do more than deepen her complexion. however, you always joke back that it means that sheâs been blessed to be as beautiful as charles is.
she coos and babbles up at her father and he dutifully responds in french as if he understands her baby gibberish. he sits in bed with her on his lap and she beams, her little arms and grabby hands reaching towards you. you smile back widely, stealing her from his lap and greeting your babygirl with a flurry of kisses pressed all over her cute little face. her giggles ring through the air as you pull backwards to watch her laugh and, thereâs another trait she shares with her father; deep dimples decorate her chubby cheeks and you canât help but press your thumb into them with adoration.
charles picks up his first baby, plopping the mini dachshund in bed, and leo bounds forward to press his own kisses to your daughterâs socked feet.
addressing charlesâs wild bed head will have to wait as you settle her back in his lap. you rest your head on his shoulder, apologizing for interrupting the clearly important conversation the two were having. you start fixing the jumbled ringlets on her scalp with the softest touch of your digits and she nuzzles up into your hand the same way her father does. he continues from were he left off, asking your daughter if she thinks a one-stop strategy is too ambitious for the next race and she babbles back to him in reply.
charles nods in agreement, promising her that regardless of a one-stop or two-stop, heâll bring back his third championship trophy for her.
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#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader#charles leclerc x black!reader#f1 x black!reader#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fanfic#f1 fluff#f1 imagine#f1 fic#serene's chapters.#ââËïœĄâ. series special: formula 1#⥠àŒ*.ïŸ love interest: cl.
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