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"I love you Ji-eunna." He whispered into my ear, then kissed me for the first time since I became his wife.

"I love you too, Yoongi." I smiled.

He possessively held my hand, even as we sat in the car that would escort us to our honeymoon venue.

We were driven in a typically decorated wedding car, to a fancy hotel, in the middle of Seoul, to celebrate our honeymoon.

Yoongi insisted we go elaborate, in order to catch the attention of our targeted audience. After all, if gone missing around two o'clock yesterday, which was when he'd called me to his office.

And the boss had gone missing too.

Sooner, or later, word would get out.

My husband had planned everything perfectly. It was almost scary.

"Welcome to the Hilton, sir and ma'am. Right this way to the honeymoon suite." The hotelier guided us at reception. "Hwan will show you to your suite." He bowed and gestured for Hwan to take us to the suite.

It was quiet in the lift ride to the honeymoon suite, on the twenty-first floor. Yoongi silently held my hand.

I could tell he was holding back, he wanted to say something to me. Our feelings were mutual, I know I also wanted to speak to my husband about a lot of things.

My husband.

The lift dinged and I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding.

Hwan unlocked the door and gestured for us to go in.

"Please enjoy your stay, and congratulations on your wedding!" He smiled, then bowed himself out and left the room.

Yoongi thanked him, and locked the door.

"Now, dearest wife, where do you want to begin this honeymoon?" He growled into my ear.

Shivers ran down my spine, but I recovered quickly and pushed my husband onto the bed as I headed into the bathroom to change out of my wedding dress.

He'd picked a beautiful, yet, traditional white dress with layered skirts and pearls sewn onto the bodice of the dress. Little diamantes were also sewn in, making the dress both beautiful and also very heavy.

I'd had help with removing my veil from my husband while we were in the car. It was too much to sit with on the long ride to the hotel.

Crying out in frustration when I realised the dress was zipped up, Yoongi chuckled and called out:

"I'm coming in!"

"No you won't!" I called back, half panicked, half expecting him to. After all... we do love each other and we just got married.

But we had an agreement.

There wouldn't be much romance until we got to the bottom of his case.

His father didn't just die. He was murdered.

The best way for us to solve this case, was to sanctify our alliance through marriage, and eliminate the prospect of other women trying to marry him, while piecing the puzzle of the murder together, while handling all the other matters at the office.

Accepting defeat, however, I backed out of the bathroom, into the main suite and allowed him to unzip me.

"You look beautiful, Ji-eun." Yoongi whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist to support me as he unzipped my dress.

His lips were so close to my ear.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek and chuckled when I squeaked and ran off into the bathroom once more, only stopping to grab my underwear and my new pyjamas from my bag.

After I washed off the make-up, showered and changed into comfortable pyjamas, Yoongi did the same, matching me as he had bought us special pyjamas for our honeymoon. They were a beautiful golden colour and were made from the most comfortable material ever.

"D'you like it? It's our newest range! I thought it would be special if we wore it before anyone else in the world." He trailed off, holding me as we watched K-drama on television and snacked on popcorn.

"Yes, it's so comfortable Yoongi. Thank you." I placed a kiss on his cheek and turned back to watch the same thing happen on screen.

The wife just kissed her husband on his cheek. He held her in his arms, just like Yoongi was holding me.

"I wonder what else they'd do if we do it?" He whispered in my ear, leaning in closer.

"Me too." I saucily replied, pressing a kiss to his lips this time, before switching the television off and snuggling closer to him for the night.

Yoongi kissed my lips again, possessively claiming me as his wife. He rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed by my wrists, giving me a victorious look only a sexy husband can.

I looked up at him quizzically, narrowing my eyes when he cheekily grinned back.
"Oh, husband, I am so exhausted from our wedding and the reception. If I don't sleep now, I'll probably get dark circles under my eyes." I sighed dramatically.

It had been a long day. Yoongi had my family and I meet him in Itaewon around six o'clock in the morning. After we arrived at the venue, which was another small hotel owned by Yoongi, we discussed everything briefly with my parents, who willingly agreed to stay quiet. Then we got dressed and proceeded to the guest hall, where Yoongi had arranged for us to be wed.

My bouquet was beautiful!

I can't believe he found my favourite flowers and made sure to incorporate them into the bouquet!

He's the perfect man.

"Come on baby, let's sleep. It's late." I said as he caved and rested his head on my chest.
He groaned a little, kissed my lips once more and rolled off me.

Clearly not expecting that, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. My head rested in his chest and his fingers played with my hair as we spoke about our plans for the company, but before we could say anything else to each other, the exhaustion of the day had finally kicked in and we were both out like a light.

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The next morning

I woke up to find my husband clinging to me like a kitten, pretending to be fast asleep.

But I could smell the toothpaste off him.

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Good morning wife, I love you." He smiled.

"Good morning. And I love you too." I smiled back.

I know it was so extra. But everything felt so unreal, I know he wanted reassurance, just like I did.

"I'm hungry Yoongi. Is there a kettle or a kitchenette here?" I stretched and got off the bed.

"Ne, I poked around before calling room service. Breakfast should be up right about... Now." He grinned as there was a knock on the front door.

"I'll be back in two minutes." He packed my cheek and went off to answer the door.

As I brushed my teeth and freshened up a little, I could hear him switch the news on.

"Ji-eun. Come and see." He called out. "News got out that we're married."

He grinned at me as I entered the living space of the suite.

Of course news got out.

We had planned for news of our wedding to 'leak' through 'trusted' sources as most celebrities tended to do.

Naturally, Yoongi was the real celebrity. My husband, ever the strategist, had out matched even the craftiest of business men in Korea!

Yes we do love each other.

But our marriage was, first and foremost, a political move to silence the corporate world. For the Min empire had to remain within the family. And despite Mr. Min's attempts to protect his family and empire, his death was far too coincidental for Yoongi's liking.

How could a man in such good health, suddenly perish under 'natural' causes overnight?

'No... my husband was onto something.'

And he needed me by his side 24/7.

This was yet another reason for our marriage.

Yes, there was an attraction. We silently wished for this for years.
But first, we needed to solve the case at hand. I needed to help my husband receive justice.

The staff became suspicious, of course, as I had been summoned by the boss and then disappeared along with him that very afternoon. While the actual news of our wedding had crushed many hearts, I was happy I was not among the shards.

After a delicious breakfast of oats, scones and tea, Yoongi and I set off to sight see a little. We needed a bit of public eye on us. It made everything more believable.

At the mall, while window shopping, my husband held my hand and occasionally kissed my lips or my cheek, smiling more than he ever did when at the office. We stopped at a restaurant for lunch and did a little more sight seeing, stopping by a temple and then an ancient palace.

Yoongi made sure to kiss me when we were alone together, back at the honeymoon suite. It was something we allowed ourselves, like a new couple would, before deciding to move forwards.

There was a lot to take in.

For one, Yoongi had the cutest habits and he insisted on cooking in the kitchenette on the third night.

After a while, we settled in with each other's company. It wasn't too difficult, since we were already close friends and as his PA, I already knew a lot about his personal life.

We had an actual honeymoon, minus the main event.

If you know what I mean...

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A week later

We returned to the office, a married couple, a week after it was anticipated we would return.

We'd accidentally let it leak that we'd return to the office two days after our wedding, owing to a new line of bridal wear Yoongi was waiting to launch.

It was now over a week since we'd got married and since then, we managed to gather plenty of evidence against the perpetrator.
Because, while we were away and on our honeymoon, there was a lot that we'd noticed.

It was someone closer than we'd previously guessed.

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The staff had decorated the office with red and white balloons, streamers and even had confetti explode before us as we entered the premises. Many wished us well as we passed by their departments.

Kim Namjoon, the head of our IT team had prepared a slideshow that shared our 'secret relationship'. He was a close friend of Yoongi's, which was a surprise to me.

I didn't really speak to his friends much. For some reason, Yoongi had kept them away from me, even as his PA.

However, most of the female staff were sullen throughout the many events that were held in our honour.
There was a staff dinner with each department on several nights, a staff meeting with the entire company a day after we returned, and branch meetings with the other branches.

There were also banquets and dinners with his families and 'friends' as well as a few meaningful dinners at my parents' home with my family as they got to know their new son-in-law.

But despite all the well wishes and gifts, we sensed that something was amiss with the reception of our marriage.

Something felt wrong.

Not with us, but rather, the intentions with which we were 'welcomed' in a few magazine interviews, photoshoots and television interviews that we were required to attend to 'verify our relationship' to the public.

Yoongi and I disapproved, however, the PR manager, Jeon Jungkook, had urged us to attend at least one of them.

"This is so ludicrous, Yeobo." I muttered to him in the car one evening, as we made our way home from a televised interview.

"I know, darling. But we're so close to finding the one who's murdered my father. Just a little longer Jagiya, for me?"

It was entertaining, at least, to see the changes made to the behaviour of the women in the office.

Now that I am his wife, there was no need for a Personal Assistant anymore. Though many had automatically assumed the position was still open. This had specifically been decided on by Yoongi, which had quashed the remnants of hope these women had.

Our marriage had brought on a wave of change over the organisation, with the new bridal range being launched in honour of our marriage.

And whom do you think they asked to model the garments?

The newly wedded couple, of course!

"It will boost sales sir!" Insisted the person who was the head of the marketing department.

"What do you think, Jagiya?" Yoongi winked at me, catching me completely off guard.

By now, we were married for a whole month, and yet, he still managed to catch me off guard with a wink or a whisper.

Noticing his effect on me, his grin broadened.

We were 'seated' at his desk. I sat in his chair while my dear husband chose to stand behind me for this meeting, his arms resting on the back of the seat, (as he insisted that was the only place for his wife to sit in this office) while we listened to Park Jimin.

The marketing director, Jimin, had excitedly insisted we model the bridal garments.

"So, as you can see Yoongi, and Ji-eun-ssi, your fans will definitely purchase these garments." He ended his pitch with an angelic smile.

I couldn't say no to that.

Jimin was yet another mysterious friend of my husband.

But I figured out his strategy.

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Two days later

"Okay, perfect Ji-eun-ssi. Yes! Puff out the skirts of the dress just like that. Okay... Hold that lose! Hold it, hold it. Okay." Hoseok, our photographer instructed me as I stood in the centre of the section set up for the photoshoot.

Bright lights shone in my face and the heat they emitted was surprisingly stifling.

We took over two hundred photographs of me wearing different wedding dresses in various customs and cultures.

I liked the red and gold sari they had dressed me in. Only I wore the full get up of a Hindu bride as I was already married.

Yoongi's jaw dropped to the ground when he'd seen me. He was wearing the matching groom's outfit.

After a quick tea break, I tried out another dress, this one similar to my own wedding dress. Yoongi wore a black tuxedo, with a crisp white shirt, a black cummerbund and a black bow tie.

He looked like a prince.

"Yes, perfect pose guys. Keep it up. Awesome!" Hoseok exclaimed excitedly.

He was very energetic for someone who had to stand very still behind the camera.

After about another hour of taking pictures from different angles, Yoongi asked for another break.

"Arrasso, Hobi-yah. Can we break for a few minutes. I need to kiss my wife." This simple instruction had sent shivers down my spine.

He stood behind me, which was part of the reason why. I could hear his grin in his voice. It was amusing him.

"My wife." He whispered into my ear and I jumped both with excitement and fright.
"Yoongi! Stop it. Let's finish this shoot." I said, placing a palm on his chest.

"Hold that Yoongi, madam. This is perfect for the front cover!" Hosoek exclaimed happily. His female assistants cheerfully agreed.

They were so friendly. I didn't mind them around.

"Ya, Hobi-yah. Ten minutes. Please." Yoongi looked at his friend irritably.

This new side of him had me wanting more. There was something attractive about an irritable Yoongi.

"No. Mr. Jung, let's take a few more pictures." I said to Hosoek, grinning at my husband's displeased face.

It was his idea to get married right?

This was his idea to play with the public.

And it was his idea to release a new line of bridal clothing.

So, surely he should appreciate the fact that I, Lee Ji-eun, his wife, am supporting his endeavours. Just like I vowed I would a month ago!

Right?!

"How's this?" I ask innocently, holding up the bouquet in my hands, pretending to throw it over my shoulders. Rising to the opportunity, the three young women on the crew stood behind me to attempt to 'catch' the bouquet.

They'd already been dressed in some of the bridesmaids dresses we were going to launch.

Hosoek smiled broadly, waking over to a disgruntled Yoongi and excited me.

"You both look amazing! I can't wait for these to hit the media!" He exclaimed happily.

Looking at the image, it was a pretty good idea!

"Enough now Ji-eunna." Yoongi pulled me aside and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I need you." He whined like a puppy, resting his chin on my bare shoulder.

Because they had to give me a strapless dress this time.

"Arrasso. Come here." I said as I turned to hug him, finally giving in to my adorable husband's antics. Immediately, his mood improved and a content smile spread across his gorgeous face.

"I thought we weren't going to be romantically involved until your father's case was solved?" I murmured in his ear.

This, however, seemed to have an adverse effect. Instead of sobering him up, it intensified the glazed look his eyes had.

"I love you." He whispered, then he kissed me passionately, in front of his friend and the crew.

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A/n: Thank you for reading 😊