5 The Mafia King's lair
⚠️ Trigger warnings
Fluff
Alpha male behaviour
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Haneul's POV
Somewhere after Jimin and I had reached the parking lot, and he placed me in the seat next to him, I had fallen asleep. Perhaps it was the excitement of the day, or maybe I just didn't get enough sleep last night. Either way, I couldn't fight the sleep that washed over me.
'I felt safe with Jimin.'
I awoke in his bed, staring at the white walls of his bedroom. Not a single photo frame nor piece of art hanging from the walls. His room was clean and very neat (for a typical guy).
But I suppose that after all that training and discipline in the military and at the force, it's probably in his DNA now to be tidy.
I am the complete opposite I'm afraid. He's probably going to divorce me once he sees how little I care for order and tidiness.
It's just been that way since my parents passed away.
Sometimes I refer to my aunt and uncle as "omma and appa". It was something that just came naturally. And in a way, they were better parents than my own biological parents.
Appa is a psychiatrist in the area. He treats a lot of people for various reasons. Maybe he can treat Ji-ah.
I should suggest it to Jimin later...
I stretched and yawn a little, then hopped off his bed, turning to tidy up the covers.
'What can I say... I slept in his room for about an hour (going by the setting sun outside) and he's already rubbed off on me!'
"Ahh, you're awake, Jagiya." He said in a deep but husky voice, causing me to whip around in surprise.
"Yes." I squeaked, trying to suppress the urge to jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist.
He stood at the door, shirtless.
My brain melted over and I was unable to process any thoughts outside of Jimin.
'This man is going to end me for sure if he continues to walk around looking so sexy.'
"While you were asleep, your pa- I mean your aunt and uncle dropped off your clothing... And some of your toiletries. They're in that navy blue suitcase over there." He pointed to the far corner of the room behind me. There, on a chair near a large window, sat my suitcase and a n emerald green vanity case I recognized as Imo's.
"Thanks." I managed to say feeling the blush on my face deepen.
'His chest was distracting me. I couldn't think straight.'
"What's wrong?" He knit his eyebrows together in worry.
"Are you alright, Jagiya?" He asked me, walking towards me.
"Ye- yes... I - you... Heavens ... You're so hot." I blurted out like a love sick, crazy teenager. He came even closer, checking my temperature with the back of his palm.
Jimin chuckled heartily and pecked my lips.
At this point, my brain had short circuited. It probably overheated and died. I'm going to see angels when I open my eyes... I was certain.
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'Well... I didn't die.'
When I opened my eyes I found Jimin standing over me, smiling serenely down at my dorky little self. I ducked my face under the duvet with a loud squeal.
"Eek... Let me brush my hair!"
"You're so shy, it's cute!" He grinned at me.
"Well... It's not like I've had a handsome guy take me home before." I sniffed defensively as he picked me up and wrapped his arms around me.
At this point, I felt like a cat.
'I'm liking this. Maybe he'll hold me more?'
"Hmmmm... Let's get you cleaned up for dinner." He growled, sounding like a typical, sexy, alpha male. Possessive.
'Had something I said triggered him off?'
'Oh...'
'Hehehe, oh well... If he's J... He's J...'
'Wait... Did he say he's going to clean me? As in bath me?'
'We aren't married yet!'
"Hold on a minute, sunny boy. We aren't married, I ca- " I began to protest, unsure of what was going through his mind as panic courses through me.
I wanted us to get to that point - hell yes, but after an official ceremony of sorts.
After all... He's my first.
"Not yet married, hunny. But we will be by Sunday." He corrected.
"You can't see me like that!" I finally bit out, trying to jump out of his arms.
I did say I felt like a cat, right? Well, he wanted to give me a bath. And cats don't like baths.
"I can bath myself, thank you very much!" But this only made him laugh a little more.
"Jagiya. Hold still. I'm not going to undress you. I only want to show you where the bathroom is." He smiled at me, the soothing tone of his voice had calmed me down.
'Oh... Okay then.'
"Fine. But I can walk on my own." I mumbled.
Jimin ruffled my hair as he put me down on the carpeted floor.
"Hmmmm... But I want to hold you." He hummed, sounding so sexy, it was almost illegal. He placed his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist.
I'm marrying this man!
Where can I sign already?!
"I have an en suite. So you don't have to worry about walking too far to use the bathroom." He gestured at the 'concealed door' behind a cupboard set into the wall.
"I've got the basics in there - soap, shampoo and conditioner, face products, toothpaste and unopened toothbrush packs, as well as fresh towels. Use whatever you need." He smiled at me reassuringly.
I looked at him, bewildered by his unique preparations.
"Thank you. I need my clothes from my suitcase. These are all sweaty from my nap." I gestured at my clothes, unable to meet his gaze.
For some reason, I'd drenched my clothes in sweat while I was asleep.
And of course, I had that "hospital room" vibe all over it - thankfully my Imo had made me change into something cleaner. But I still wore these at the hospital and I didn't like sleeping in anything I wore outside the house. I don't understand how he allowed me to sleep in his bed with these clothes on!
The sofa would have been fine!
"Wait here, Jagiya." His eyes widened with understanding.
"Bu- " I began protesting.
However, Jimin had disappeared before I could actually say anything. He was going to pick out clothes and underwear for me.
'Hi there angels up in Heaven, I could shrivel up and die of embarrassment right about now.'
"I'm back!" He exclaimed happily, holding up the navy suitcase in one hand as if it weighed nothing!
'Thankfully he carried the entire bag over here!'
"I uh- realised you'd have favourite clothes that you might want to pick seeing as you'd want to feel more comfortable as you adjust here." He explained, his cheeks a shade of pink.
"Thank you Jimin. It's sweet of you. Yes, that would help." I kissed his cheek as a thank you and he left me to my devices.
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16h57
"I'm back." I smiled at him, feeling much better now that I was all squeaky clean.
"Good. Now we can eat. I've just put on some fresh sheets. And I did the same for the spare room I have. I don't call it a guest room because I don't like having guests over." He smiled at me, but then became a little awkward.
"I've never stayed at anyone else's house like this before." I shrugged awkwardly, hoping he didn't think that I'd had anyone before him.
The truth is, Jimin was my first kiss.
"I'm hungry. Do you want me to make you anything in particular?" I asked him, changing the topic. I didn't want to delve into that topic with him just yet.
"No, Haneul. You don't need to worry, I've already cooked. I was just waiting for you to wake up from your nap, so we could have dinner together." Jimin's eyes lit up, and then it hit me.
Oh... I'm so freaking slow!
He had meant that he never had any female friends around before!
'Goodness me! And here I was letting my insecurities interfere in our new relationship.'
"Omg! Yes, I'd love to try your cooking." I blushed brightly.
"You should know, I love food." I added battering my eyes at him, hoping he'd tell me what he made.
"I know, and I love you just the way you are." He says to me and kisses me full on the mouth.
Uhm... What is my name?
He held me pressed against his bare chest, his head bent down to meet my lips. We stood in front of his bed, kissing for the very first time. It felt like we stood there for hours.
But when he lifted his head away, the sun was still where it was before Jimin had kissed me. It's just that our hearts now beat much faster.
"I love you too, Jimin." I breathed out.
"Will you marry me Haneul?" He asked, then got down on one knee.
"Yes, I will." I smiled.
"Although, you know, usually guys ask their girls that before they speak to her parents or her family." I winked at him.
"So you're admitting that you're my girl then?" He grins, slipping a ring on my finger and standing up.
"Maybe." I grinned back as we held each other.
Where did he get this from? It wasn't there a minute ago!
I admired the ring on my finger. It was simple, yet classy.
"I hope you like the ring I picked out for you. I've been meaning to ask you to marry me for a while now. I just kept delaying it because I feared your safety." He says to me, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he eyed me a little anxiously.
"No, no, it's beautiful Jimin. Thank you very much." I smiled up at him.
"It's 22 carats of white gold and diamonds set with sapphires. I wanted you to have the best."
"Y- you di- didn't have to- to do that Ji- Jimin." I teared up. But Jimin hushed me gently and wiped away my tears.
"You're my fianceé. You deserve the best. Don't ever think otherwise, even a second. I've watched you grow these past five years. You have work so hard to keep that shop running. I wanted to relieve you of that burden. I want you to have employees working for you. You should not have to overwork and exert yourself." He explained, as gently ran his fingers through my hair.
My tummy grumbled at this inopportune moment and he scooped me up and padded off into the kitchen.
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"You need food my darling fianceé. Eat up." He places me in a chair and puts a beautiful plate in front of me.
"Jal meokkessaeyo." I say before he gestures for me to take a bite first, eager for me to try out his cooking.
I took a bite of the scrumptious meal my fiance had prepared and laid out before me.
I am in heaven.
Jimin had prepared chicken breasts and wings which were marinated and baked to perfection, with an interesting lime and paprika flavour. The blend of tanginess and spice was a delight to my taste buds.
Alongside the baked chicken dish, lay a platter of baked potatoes. There was a bowl of salad with shredded lettuce and diced tomatoes and next to that was a basket of Portuguese rolls. Between us, he lit a candelabrum of candles and grinned at me happily.
The light of the candle highlighted his face perfectly, accentuating his handsome features as he poured us a glass each of soft drink.
He knew I didn't drink alcohol much.
"This is delicious!" I exclaimed as he picked up a Portuguese roll and began chomping away happily.
"I'm glad you like it Jagiya. Happy Valentine's Day!" He said after swallowing a bite.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Yeobo." I say to him, feeling myself blushing.
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Jimin's POV
Haneul is the sweetest lady I've ever met. She's so soft and polite and respectful.
'I am her first kiss!'
I could tell. And it seems like she was conscious of it for a little while. But then she gradually found the gist of it. And it was beautiful.
I love her so much.
Now if only I could hand over the title of my mother's world. I preferred being a police officer. Killing isn't something I willingly do.
And I don't want to bring my children up in the shadows of that world. I am lucky I didn't have bad influences.
Or perhaps I'm too stubborn to give in to the temptation.
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After dinner, Haneul and I cuddled together in front of the television in the living room. We watched a really romantic 90s movie called 'Fools Rush In'.
At the end, Haneul and I looked at each other for a second and an understanding had passed between us.
I kissed her tenderly, slowly introducing her to the world of romance.
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My beautiful fiancée nodded off on my shoulder after an hour of making out and on the sofa and talking about our wedding.
I walked her to the room next door to mine, opening the door from behind her as I held her close to me.
"Here's where you'll be sleeping, until the wedding, my love." I kissed her cheek, wrapping my arms around to hug her back, standing at the threshold of the room with her.
"This room has never been used before. So feel free to make it your own space for the time being. But, bear in mind, my darling, after Sunday, you'll officially be moving into my room." I winked at her.
Haneul averted her eyes in embarrassment, it was so adorable.
"But, Jimin, this looks exactly like your room!" She says to me, her jaw dropped to the ground, her eyes wide open, an incredulous look spread across her beautiful face.
"I, uh- I couldn't make up my mind when I first moved in. That's also why I have a bed here. Sometimes, I'd crash in here after a long day at work But then I just sort of developed preference for the other room - I had some minor details adjusted." I explained, rubbing my neck in slight embarrassment, then I held her close to me once again.
"Hmmmm... So you're saying that you have two bedrooms, all to yourself?" She laughed, turning to face me now, still within the boundaries of my arms. Her fingers fiddled with the ribbing of my t-shirt.
"Yes. I'm a Libra. I couldn't make up my mind and I like a perfect balance. Deal with it baby." I smirked at her, kissing her lips once more.
"Well, it's good that we're getting married then. I'm very good at making decisions like these." Haneul wrapped her arms around my neck, whispering into my ear.
'We are perfect for each other.'
I picked her up, and walked us over to the bed, where I gently placed her down.
"Are you going to tuck me in?" She asked innocently, battering her eyelashes at me.
"Babygirl, if I do that, a white dress isn't going to make sense on Sunday..." I winked once more, kissed her forehead and walked off.
"Goodnight Jimin. I love you." She smiles at me, already tucked in, head on her pillow.
"Goodnight love. Sleep well." I smiled as I switched off the lights and headed to my own room next door.
'It is going to be a looong night...' I sighed to myself.
It will be hard to sleep here knowing that Haneul is literally in the next room.
Tomorrow also meant that I had to answer for the events of today at work. But it's nothing I couldn't handle.
I just dreaded the fact that my personal life was on display for others to peruse through on file.
Perhaps I could pull a few strings using my mother's contacts.
'After all... It was her fault I was in this mess. If we weren't mafia, I wouldn't have to wait this long to marry Haneul.'
'Maybe we'd be having our fifth child by now...'
And just like that, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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A/n: I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Meanings:
Jal meokkessaeyo: is the polite form of "jal meokkessumnida" which means to 'have a good meal'. It is the Korean version of the Japanese term 'itadakimasu'. You would say this before a meal, as a 'thank you for the food'.
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