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Fluff/smut

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Jimin's POV

After the wedding reception ...

"Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue." My mother muttered to us.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Just a hint my son. I'll be waiting for Haneul to return the something borrowed. Congratulations on your marriage and may the Gods always be with you." The leader of the Park Mafia clan said to me as she walked off, her body guard in tow.

But just then, Namjoon stopped and turned to face us.

"Congratulations, Jimin-ssi. We'll be in touch soon. I have something I need to discuss with you when you return from your honeymoon." Namjoon spoke in a low tone to me, so as not to be overheard as he shook my hand.

"The usual method, I presume Joonie?" I asked him, in a low voice, an eyebrow raised in disbelief at the head of security for my clan. "Then I'll be needing your assistance soon enough Joon." He nodded in agreement to my request and moved to greet my wife.

"Congratulations, Haneul-ssi. Welcome to the family." He smiled, his dimples on display for the first time in years.

"Thank you, sir." Haneul exclaimed, bowing slightly, unsure of who Namjoom was to her.

"Well, my child, we'll be leaving too. Call us of you need anything. I know you both will live happily." Imo said to Haneul, but spoke to both of us.

"Thank you for taking care of our Haneul when we weren't around Jimin. We know we can trust you with her." Imobu smiled at me.

"It is my honour to be there for her Imo, Imobu. Have a safe journey home." I bowed at them in greeting.

Haneul and I sat the main table, holding hands and having a whispered conversation as our parents left the annexure to the church, where our wedding reception was held. The only people left now where my friends and their partners.

"Hyung!" Tae called playfully. "This one is for you and Hyung-su." He said, then played a song we both enjoyed.

I couldn't help but take Haneul's hand and walk her to the center of the little hall, where she had danced her last dance with her Imobu, just minutes ago. Placing an arm around her waist, we began to sway to the rhythm of the music, while I lip synched the lyrics to the song.

Haneul giggled as I mouthed the words to this classic English track. A song we both enjoyed and had recently discovered this fact. We had spent a lot of time together over the last few days and had managed to learn that we had quite a bit in common.

The song had ended and we stood there for a moment, still wrapped in each other's embrace. The others were either busy seeing to their little ones or experiencing nostalgia, thinking about their wedding day.

"So... What was the 'something borrowed' my mother referred to earlier?" I asked Haneul, in unsure if I even wanted to know the answer.

"Oh... That." She giggled lightly. "Omma has lent me her hair pin, Jimin. See." She gestured to the side of her head, where indeed, my mother's precious white gold and diamond encrusted hair pin held Haneul's hair up in an elegant knot.

"Arrasso... And this 'something blue?' What's that about?" I asked her, curiousity taking over my senses.

"Hmmmm... Why don't we get going and you can see for yourself?" She winked at me surreptitiously.

I felt as if I was about to explode with emotion. Her single wink had me on the verge of insanity. I needed her, now. Mr. Park was getting overly excited too. I was afraid that I may just lose control right here.

'Ahem...'

'Think calm thoughts Jimin. Just for an hour more.'

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In the car

The guys all stood around in the parking lot, saying their last goodbyes to us as we began to leave for our honeymoon destination. Haneul and I were set to take a trip to one of the best hotels in the country. Though we had not disclosed the location to anyone.

This wasn't meant to snub our friends and family, however, rather, it was advised by our head of the law enforcement division, Jin hyung.

"Well, I guess we'll be seeing you two after the next two weeks?" Yoongi hyung exclaimed sassily. "Yoongi, come now, we were once newly Weds too." Ji-eun hyung-su exclaimed.

"Yes, Jimin hyung. Soo-Ah and I will be taking your leave as well." Jungkook bowed. " See you at the station in two weeks."

"See you at the station? What is this, highschool? We have plenty to do Jungkook, besides, you're coming back to Busan with me." Yoongi hyung said, almost pulling Jungkook away by the arm.

"Enjoy your honeymoon Jimin." Jin hyung smiled at me from afar. He alone knew where we were going.

I waved and nodded my thanks to the head of our department as the driver, someone reliable from my mother's contacts, set off towards our destination.

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That evening at the honeymoon suite

We arrived at our suite with our luggage already having arrived. It paid to be in the Police business sometimes. Though I did not ask for this, it had been arranged for my Jin hyung.

People were more efficient if the police were involved. Perhaps, it was out of fear for their own crimes. Not that I'd take up arms in that sense. Ever.

I am an investigating officer at the Seoul Police Department.

And, right now, I need to investigate what sort of blue items my wife has on underneath that white wedding gown.

"Now wife, let me see that 'something blue' you spoke of earlier." I growled into her ear, as I ran my hands down her back and rested them on her hips. Haneul didn't say anything, instead, her eyes sparkled playfully and she let out a low groan that teased me even further.

Pulling her closer, I pressed her to the door, and sucked on her earlobe, slowly undoing her. She moaned a little at the sensation of my tongue on her bare skin.

As she opened her mouth and let out another moan, I covered her lips with my own, sucking on her bottom lip hungrily. I've waited far too long to kiss her this way, knowing that it would only lead to what we were now officially licensed to do.

Brushing her tongue gently with mine, I encouraged her to try the same out, then playfully caught her tongue between my lips and sucked on it. Her eyes widened in understanding of the errotic act and she fell into step with this new sort of tango.

As we kissed, our lips sliding in perfect harmony, my hands roamed her body, slowly, reaching for the zip on her dress. In between gasps of breath and moans, Haneul murmured that we should take this to the bed. In agreement, I lifted her up and carried her to our bed in the suite, placing her down gently.

I could see the zip now. Taking hold of it, I kissed her neck tenderly, as I undid the dress. Haneul's hands, in turn, had found their way to my shirt buttons, skillfully undoing them. Our eyes met and an unspoken understanding had passed between us.

She was ready.

Within seconds, I ripped the dress off completely to reveal the blue lace lingerie I knew she wore. I felt my core throbbing in agony, pleading to be let free. I smashed my lips against hers more purposefully now, pressing our bodies together.

It is easier now, with the confinement of our wedding garb lying aside on the tiled floor of the honeymoon suite. I nudged her legs open for me, teasing her with my fingers and my tongue, where necessary. It was heavenly, knowing that we were finally alone together.

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The next morning

"Good morning, husband." Haneul grinned broadly at me. She had snuggled up close in my arms like a cat and had stayed there the entire night.

I smiled back at her, greeting her groggily. It was so good to be married to her.

"Good morning, wife." I replied and pressed a kiss to her lips.

We had stayed up for most of the night talking after our first time together. Haneul had insisted on wearing my track pants and t-shirt instead, saying that it was far more comfortable than the nightie she had packed.

But, I think it was just her an evil plan to wear my clothes now that we're married. Nevertheless, my wife looked amazing in my clothes.

We sat in bed with a basket of snacks that was complementary to the bride and groom. Together, we picked our way through the nuts and raisins, though I let Haneul have the raisins (I absolutely detest raisins... Why do they exits?) and we shared the bowl of strawberries dipped in chocolate. All the while, washing the snacks down with a bottle of rosé (again complementary with the honeymoon suite).

It felt good to just sit with Haneul, hold her had and have a proper conversation. We talked about what we'd do when the case is solved, how we'd like to arrange our bedroom at home and what's the first meal we'll be cooking together once we get back home.

It felt so peaceful, sitting in bed with Haneul, talking about simple things. It was healing. And moreso for her.

Since her kidnapping, Haneul had been through a lot of activities that had distracted her from the trauma of her kidnapping. So sitting with her alone, helped as the reality of the week's events hit home.

We talked about who was involved and what she needed to do. I explained my mother's plan and how I had become the Mafia Lord overnight. I spoke about my family and my childhood.

All the while, Haneul listened quietly, excited to learn about me. When I'd told her everything I possibly could, she then started to share her story. Her parents had passed away when she was very young. Her Imo and Imobu, having had no children of their own, had taken her in as their own.

Haneul talked about her life before we had met, and what she thought when she'd first seen me. I blushed at that, taken by the fact that my wife shares the feelings I have for her from the day we met.

Presently, Haneul wriggled free and disappeared off to the bathroom to freshen up. While I waited for her, I tidied up the room to let room service in with our breakfast. Mother had instructed the hotel to check our dietary preferences and prepare meals accordingly.

It made it easier for us to focus on each other.

Haneul returned from the bathroom looking, if possible, even more beautiful than she was when she had woken up this morning.

"I- uh... I'll just go freshen up myself. You can start eating if you're hungry Jagiya." I faltered, taken aback by her radiance.

'Pull yourself together Jimin. She's your wife!' I mentally smacked myself as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

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Haneul's POV

Jimin's face had turned crimson when I'd returned from the bathroom after my shower. His blush spread from his forehead, all the way down to his neck. It was something quite amusing to witness this early in the morning.

"Okay Yeobo. I'll just have a look at what you ordered." I sat down on the couch, in front of the trolley.

Within a matter of fifteenth minutes, my husband returned to the livingroom section of our suite, looking handsome as he walked towards me with a determined look in his eyes.

"Well, that was qu-" But I didn't get to complete my sentence, because Jimin grabbed my hand, pulling me close for a kiss, leaving me forgetting my own name in the process.

He took his time to kiss me, exploring and expressing his unconveyed emotions. And I understood his every word, even though he technically hadn't said anything out loud.

"I love you so much, Haneul." He whispered breathlessly in to my ear.

"I love you too, Jimin." I smiled as he touched his forehead to mine.

At that precise moment, my tummy rumbled and we both laughed.

"Let's eat Jagiya." He said, scooping me up and placing me on the sofa.

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A/n: Thank you for reading 😊