It was only a matter of time until the tensed atmosphere between the married couple breaks.

As Jennie stared unseeingly at the passing scenery outside of the car, her mind wandered to the day she tied the knot with Min Yoongi. She had promised to herself then that she would make the mobster fall in love with her one way or another. And yet, less than three months later, she was harbouring romantic feelings for him instead. The world must be playing a sick joke on her.

Maybe it was inevitable, she thought dryly to herself, to fall for someone you're having sex with every single day.

That was what they did every night since that day she sent him naughty pictures and he hurriedly went home from god-knows-where: screw like bunnies who couldn't get enough of each other. She lived for the nights that she had Yoongi all to herself.

Her husband did things to her that she didn't deem possible. In return, Jennie had let go of her control, one thing that was very important her, and all of her sexual inhibitions when she was with him.

Aside from the great sex, the girl also appreciated his efforts of spending more time with her. Furthermore, he was so gentle and generous when it came to her — so different from his reputation of being the worst person to cross paths with in all of Seoul — that she couldn't possibly not fall for him.

Sometimes, she couldn't help but think that he was too good to be true, that their relationship was too good to be true... there must be a catch.

And Jennie was right, because here she was weeks later, mind going crazy at the thought of Yoongi having a baby with some woman she didn't even know existed three hours ago.

Was Suran one of his ex-girlfriends or just a one-night-stand? Did he care for her? How come she didn't hear about this woman in the five years she was engaged to the future mob boss? Did he love her?

When the girl couldn't take the silence anymore, she turned to Yoongi and asked, "mind telling me who this Suran person is?"

"Don't start with me, Jen," the mobster replied in a gruff tone, making her eyes narrow.

"A stranger who's pregnant with your baby is my business, so you'll tell me about her right now."

The girl could only watch as he drove along a dimly-lit highway. His long fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, lips straightened into a thin line. "Drop it."

"I have the right to know who the heck this crazy woman is! Sh—"

"Don't," interrupted Yoongi, "don't ever call her crazy again."

Jennie winced; it felt like she just got slapped hard by the words that came out of his lips. If she needed any hint that Yoongi cared for Suran, this was it. "I can't believe you! How could you knock some woman up before our wedding day? How irresponsible of you!"

"Don't be such a hypocrite, Jennie," his voice was low, it was the first time he was speaking to her in this way. "You were fucking somebody else before our wedding, too."

She gritted her mouth in anger, hurt seeping into her words, "how can I possibly forget when you and my father love reminding me of that every chance you get? At least have the decency to tell me about Suran-ssi."

"I'm telling you one last time. Just drop it."

"No, I won't stop asking about her just because you ordered me to. Who do you think I am, Yoongi?" She glared daggers at him, the girl could barely recognize the man in front of her with his impenetrable facade. "I'm your wife, not one of your lapdogs! Stop treating me like one!"

"Why are you being so difficult right now?" Yoongi suddenly questioned with feigned curiosity, his attention still on the road, "you haven't been fucked for two days and you're already acting ridiculous."

Her jaw dropped at his remark, "I can't believe you just said that, you bastard. Stop the car!" She refused to just sit there and take all of this bullshit from him. The mobster didn't even spare her a glance. "I said, stop the car!"

The tires screeched loudly as he swerved the vehicle off the road and parked it beside a lamppost. His infamous death stare, that was previously directed at Zico, was now directed at her.

All of her resolve was slowly wavering beneath his icy gaze and so, she scrambled to get out of the Panamera before the angry tears leave her eyes. Jennie hadn't cried in front of anyone since she can remember and she won't start now. What she needed was to get away from Min Yoongi as soon as possible.

Before she could open the door, he clicked the automatic lock button on, trapping her inside her own beloved car. He sighed heavily, as if she was a burden he got enough of, "I take back what I said. Just calm down."

That was the lousiest apology she had ever heard in her entire life. "Open the door," she stiffly answered him, "and get lost."

Yoongi didn't bother replying, he just leaned over to lay his pretty mouth on hers, making her stiffen in place. Despite her anger, she melted into the kiss. This one was intense and raw and rough; so dissimilar from his previous gentles kisses, that they overwhelmed her. His hand touched the back of her neck, coaxing and caressing: making her soft. It was working.

Jennie wanted to claw her eyes out at the way it was almost mechanical how she bended to his actions.

Not long after, the mobster pulled her towards him. He adjusted the driver's seat to make more room for the girl and, without wasting any time, hauled her into his lap with such tenderness that contrasted the hard look on his face.

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own. When she felt his familiar lips on her neck, the remaining fight she had in her faded away. Against her better judgement, she looped her arms around his neck and grinded her hips into his, badly wanting him inside of her now.

Shoving a hand into his obsidian hair, Jennie couldn't help the soft sounds that escaped her mouth when she felt his hand touch the delicate folds between her legs. He did a quick work of taking her dress and bra off, leaving the girl in just her lacy thong.

Then, she watched him watch her. The girl knew that she was not lacking in the looks department but she always felt like a million bucks whenever Yoongi drinks her in with his penetrating gaze.

He then nuzzled the side of her neck, his warm lips brushing over the sensitive skin in there, before dipping his mouth to capture a nipple between his teeth. Her body's response was immediate and predictable; wet heat pooled inside of her, making the girl squirm on his strong thighs.

Cupping him through his slacks; she found him already hard for her. It was the only indication she needed before pulling his zipper down and freeing his length.

She absolutely loved that his manhood was not too big for her. It was just the perfect size for her small frame, even making her think for one post-orgasmic second weeks prior, that it was specifically made for her and her pleasure alone. It was, along with his tongue, inarguably one of her favorite things in the world.

When she couldn't take the pressure between her legs anymore, Jennie positioned herself atop his crown, ready to take him. A second later, an erotic moan slipped from her lips when his length finally entered her tight core in one swift movement. Yoongi's grip on her waist strengthened as she rode his length slowly but surely, his eyes never leaving her face. Then, he started kissing her again, and she kissed him back.

She could feel the dynamics between them shifting. Their fierce kisses from before were turning soft, much like what she was used to, their anger towards each other mellowing as well.

This was the Min Yoongi she knew; she had discovered weeks into their marriage that behind his formidable persona was a gentle lover. He had been treating her well inside and outside of their bed; and so, Jennie was aghast that he was acting differently tonight. What was even real; this gentle side of him or the one from just a few minutes ago, when he was deliberately gaslighting her to shut her up?

A soft touch on the side of her face brought her back to reality. She didn't even know she had closed her eyes, her core clenching around him. Opening her eyes, she saw that Yoongi was still clothed in his black suit, quiet and looking like the powerful man that he truly was. She, on the other hand, was butt naked on his lap like a high school girl that was desperate for car sex.

Maybe, she was desperate for sex, and desperate to own him like he owned her.

Regardless, seeing all of the pleasure he was feeling being reflected in his eyes was so delicious for her. Gripping his shoulders, Jennie quickened her pace and rocked her hips against his with much gusto.

"I'm going to come," she told him, trembling for the much-needed orgasm that was almost within her reach. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, her pleasure quickly building up, until she finally reached her tipping point when he deepened his thrust and laid an expert finger on her throbbing clit. She screamed a breathless cry with the immense pleasure that raked her body.

Yoongi cursed as he watched her fall apart on top of him, hands gripping her waist tightly. Then, he continued pounding his length harder and harder into her, prolonging her orgasm, until his breath hitched. Chest heaving, Jennie felt his hot liquid spilling inside of her.

For one quick second, when her husband loses himself in the moment, the hard look on his eyes would soften and Jennie would catch a glimpse of the side of him that the world will never know. For one quick second, he was not the future mob boss of Bangtan who had hundreds of men at his disposal. He was just Min Yoongi, husband to Kim Jennie and the most considerate man she knew.

He hugged her tightly to his torso, their foreheads touching as they both tried to catch their breath. After quite some time, Jennie looked at his face to find him already staring at her.

The girl could feel her high slowly slip away as they held each other's gazes. It was replaced with a sense of urgency to just tell him what she needed to, before his wall comes back up again. "Don't shut me out, Yoongi," she begged him, fingers slowly caressing the side of his face, "please."

He didn't say anything to that. He just held her stare, breathing hard, before kissing her swollen lips one last time.

Their peaceful moment was then shattered when Jennie's phone started ringing loudly. Looking at the caller ID, she saw that it was Jisoo and answered the call right away. "What is it?"

"So... are you two gonna fuck in there all night long or what?" Her older cousin guffawed at the other end of the line. Looking outside of the window, she was horrified to see two expensive cars idling just a few meters away from her vehicle.

"Oh my god," Jennie whispered as she gazed at the smirking face of Jisoo Kim. The eldest was seated inside the Range Rover with Namjoon. Her baby sister, on the other hand, looked a bit uncomfortable and a whole lot of mortified inside the Chevrolet Corvette with Hoseok and Jungkook. "When did you all get in here?!"

"About five minutes ago, we thought there was some kind of earthquake around here at the way the Panamera was shaking," Jisoo snickered, "you make me proud, my sweet summer child." She ended the call after another round of obnoxious laughter.

Then, they all drove away, leaving the married couple alone in the empty stretch of highway. Jennie hid her flushed face in her husband's neck in embarrassment; thank God for tinted windows.

End of Chapter 18

Author's Note:

Hi. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Peppy_M for her unwavering support. Love you! 💕💕

Also, I just want to share that these past months, I've been obsessed with the stories from these two amazing writers: vulpexin and chasingfivetw0. To my fellow Yoonie enthusiasts, go check out their books! 🤗🤗

Next up, Liskook and Taerosemin! 😛😛👀

Love,
Alaska