Y/N stopped talking, or to be more specific, she stopped begging Jimin who had one of his hands in his denm short pocket, the other holding his black phone. His see through white shirt was what Y/N didn't give a mind to, but made literally every girls mouth water.

His hair curtained his forehead and eyes as he looked down at his phone, completely ignoring her. When the guy heard no more words from the girl infront of him, he lifted his head up and saw her expression less face.

"Oh lord, I know that face so awfully well." Jimin said. He knew the girl is mad now. She had been telling him that she's gonna leave. That she can't be here anymore.

"Glad." The girl coldly said. But still on her words, she softened her eyes and spoke calmly, "Jimmy please, tell Sham. I hate this, but you are the only one who can make her agree on me leaving."

The boy sighed. "I don't get it why you wanna leave tho..."

"I-i have work."

"Don't try lying to me. I personally got 7 days off for you." He proudly said, before winking. Why no one tried to understand her? Why no one was supposed to know about her? Her secret life?

Because, simply, no one was supposed to know that she is married. And to no one, expect the one and only mafia in the town. Or else, everyone would only do one thing. And it was forcing the girl divorce the old mafia man.

But she didn't want that.

Even thought she, with all her nerves - organs - and fibers hated Jihun, she still stayed with him. She had to stay with a monster like him.

"Jimin please try to understand me."

"I totally understand you Y/N, that's why I am forcing you to stay here." Jimin explained, serious eyes staring at hers. Soft lips letting out the words wich only held goodness for her. "You only work, work, and work. Try to rest abit at least."

Her heart filled with warmth, body with love. The love Y/N had towards the man infront of her and his wife. The one she couldn't live without.

Jimin and Sham were chocolate chips on her cookie, wich was her life. Good friends are always hard to find. That means it was hard for Y/N to find another Jimin and Sham. Because they were the definition of good/best friend.

Jimin was supportive, comfortable to be with, always lifted her hopes and moods up, made her like herself better just like how his wife did, and was always close to her heart.

"I know..." was all that she said. She hated the fact that she couldn't tell him how much he meant to her, how much his words made her trust him even more. That he is special and will always be.

She always avoided giving compliments about her friends. Because when she tried, it was like all the words she wanted to use were stuck in her throat.

But she had no worry, Jimin understood her. In every way possible.

"Okay, at least let me leave only for tonight. I promise I will be back tomorrow before you even wake up." The girl promised, hope filling her mind. "I really need to check on my Mother. You know it is her medication night tonight."

What a sweet lie. But what she had to say expect lie? Nothing.

"Don't betray me. If I wake up and don't see your ugly face tomorrow-"

"I swear to the God above I won't betray you. The first thing you'd see tomorrow is my face."

•

Y/N stepped out of Jimin's car, locking the door afterwards. Not wanting his friend go back in some strangers car, he lend her his car.

Right after her marathon of begging Jimin, she left as he said that he will tell the others.

She looked up at the big - large or any other definition you use to define a big thing - mansion. Pool infront of the house, chairs with thier table in every corner, big and small trees, shiny lights, giant doors and windows, two staircases at each side, all decorating the white - with blue roof - mansion. (The pic at the start of the chapter is what the mansion looks like.)

It was beautiful. Everything modern and clean. Almost shining. But what made the whole place ugly was the owner. With a sigh, Y/N started walking towards the entrance. The guards only bowing as they knew who she was.

Another guard who was in charge of opening the door, bowed 90 degrees and remained his eyes on the ground when he lifted himself up again. "Mrs Li, I'm glad I'm seeing you again ma'am." And he opened the door for her.

She walked inside, passing by many doors and maids. All stopping and bowing.

Yet all she felt was hatred towards all of them, because all of them belonged to him.

When she reached the living room, she sat down on the couches. A maid who was in her age or even younger, came to her. "Welcome Mrs Li, Mr Li is waiting for you in your room."

Mrs Li. Your room. Anger filled her whole body. She hated being called by that, and hated the fact that she had a shared room with the man she hated the most.

But the girl was smart enough to think about that a moment of patience in a moment of anger, saves a thousand moments of regret.

She sat up and climbed one flight of staircase to reach the room she hated. She opened the door and walked in, putting all the anger and hatred aside she felt. The girl had no problem of social anxiety when she was with Jihun. But there's always a replacement for bad things.

And it was rage, anger, and hatred.

She unconditionally felt thoes things whenever Jihun was around.

"Oh Sugar Lips, you're here love." The old man said as he stood up from the bed, his voice breathy and annoying. His navy blue silk robe showed off his hairy legs, the skin of his face thin and full of lines.

He walked towards her while she just stood there, infront of the closed door of the room, expressionless face giving nothing, but annoyances to Jihun.

"Why did you want me here?" The girl coldly asked.

The man chuckled at her voice, looking at the ground as he stopped a few fits away from her. He shook his head before looking up at her again.

"I wanted to tell you that tomorrow is time to pay the hospital bills. And I'm going to pay it as usual darling."

The girl stayed silent. She wanted to say "Thanks." But she knew he doesn't want that. He walked closer and stopped when his fingertips of his feet brushed hers. She looked down at him, the man was way shorter than her.

He smirked and raised one eyebrow as he never heard a Thank you from her. He never expected his well educated wife to be like this.

Everytime he'd tell her that he's gonna pay the bills, she'd tear up and thank him non stop. He noticed that thoes politeness is decreasing lately.

Not knowing that the girl wanted nothing but to slap that smirk away.

Jihun was old. Too old to be her husband. Mens his age were grand - grand father. Y/N didn't like him one bit. She at first, respected him. Was polite towards him.

He paid her mothers' hospital bills, bought her clothes, did everything a husband has to do to his wife. But she relized that he is not a good man. She from the beginning knew that he is not. But realizing it changed everything.

He was a mafia. A famous one. Like every other mafia she heard about, all Jihun needed was money and beautiful houses. What he needed, he got it. And if he didn't, he'd color his hands red with blood.

He was arrogant, bad and merciless. Punishment wasn't his thing, killing was. A wrong move and he'd kill the person.

And most importantly, he didn't give her love.

He gave her everything expect love. He took her responsibility, even her mothers'. But he emotionally didn't treat her.

It wasn't like she cared about that. But every women had thier feelings. And being hurted isn't the best feeling in world.

The man placed his hands on her waist and started what she thought is the most cringe thing. The scariest. The number one reason she didn't want him.

He started kissing her and thought if he connect thier souls sexually, she'd like him and will accept him.

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"I still can't believe you let her go just like that Jimin!" Sham angrily yelled at her husband while she prepared the bed as it was past bedtime.

"Okay don't yell, Joe will wake-"

"Do I look like I care?" Sham inturepted her husband, then continued; "I only wanted her to take a break." She then calmly said.

Jimin sighed seeing her, then walked towards her, circling his arms around her waist as he looked down at her. "Baby don't misunderstand me, but inviting Y/N wasn't a good idea."

Sham gazed into his brown eyes, eyebrows knitting together, confused. The girl couldn't get why inviting her best friend was a bad idea. All she wanted was, Y/N getting some free time.

Away from work, from her Mother. From her busy life, from everything.

"Jimin, Why? I-"

"Because Taehyung is new for her, you know that. She's not comfortable around him. If she doesn't come back tomorrow, I won't blame her." The husband explained.

Sham sighed, freeing herself from Jimin's embrace. The girl walked towards the window, looking at the breath taking night view of the ocean.

She knew Taehyung is new. She knew Y/N will not be comfortable. But she had a reason. She wanted her best friend escape her anxiety. She wanted her to interact with new people. The girl couldn't live like that till the end of her life.

That was a reason.

Sham wanted other things too; Taehyung and Y/N together.

They fit together. Very well. Sham knew, Y/N wouldn't fit with another guy, and Taehyung with another girl. Because she had seen it before. They way they fit together.

And Sham had seen they way Taehyung looked at her. She knew that look very well, she was used to see it everyday after all.

Taehyung. The one who always said: "True love is to love fully and never let go. No matter how hard it gets." And the guy was exactly doing that. He still loved Y/N. He still loved her no matter how hard it was for him to love her.

Sham wanted to make it easy for him. For his best friend to love her best friend. Because she knew he's the only one who will be able to make her happy.

Make her forget about social anxiety.

Insecurities.

Afraid of speaking.

By giving her his love.

The concerned girl's phone dinged, indicating that she got a message. And it was from the man she was thinking about just now.

Gucci Boy

-Where's Y/N? I haven't seen her all day.
00:36

-She'll be back tomorrow, don't worry.
00:36

That was when Sham promised to get them back together, after reading his message, no matter what.

Not knowing her best friend was under a mafias hands, wanting nothing but death.

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I'm sorry / not sorry if this is boring. I promise It will be better, it's just the start of the story so it will be like this.

-Taehyung's SoulMate