In the heart of Seoul’s dark underbelly, Kim Taehyung, the infamous mafia boss, found himself shackled in an arranged marriage with you, Y/N. It was a union forged not from love, but from financial necessity a cold, business marriage agreement that left both of you feeling trapped and alone. The grand mansion, with its ornate decor and lavish furnishings, felt more like a gilded cage than a home.
One stormy night, the wind howled outside, rattling the windows. You heard the door slam shut, echoing through the empty halls. Concern gnawed at you as you followed the faint grunts coming from Taehyung’s study. You hesitated before pushing the door open, your heart racing at the sight before you. Taehyung stood in the middle of the room, his shirt torn, blood seeping from various wounds on his body.
“Taehyung!” you gasped, rushing to his side.
“Stay back!” he shouted, his voice a mix of anger and pain.
“But you need help!” you insisted, grabbing the first aid kit from a nearby shelf.
“I can handle it,” he muttered, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
Ignoring his protests, you moved closer, your hands shaking as you began to clean his wounds. The air between you was thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by his sharp intakes of breath. “Why do you care?” he finally asked, vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his tough exterior.
“Because I don’t want to see you hurt,” you replied softly, meeting his gaze.
For a fleeting moment, the walls around him crumbled, and you caught a glimpse of the man beneath the mafia façade. But just as quickly, he recoiled, turning away.
Days turned into weeks, and the emotional distance between you grew unbearable. Taehyung often returned late, consumed by the chaos of his life, leaving you alone in the mansion. The silence felt deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of your own loneliness.
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One evening, as you sat alone in the dimly lit living room, a chilling presence enveloped you. The door creaked open, and before you could react, Jungkook the ruthless leader of a rival gang strolled in, a devilish grin on his face.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth like silk, but with an underlying threat. “I’ve come to collect a debt.”
“Get away from me!” you shouted, backing away, but he was too fast, grabbing your arm and dragging you toward the door.
“Taehyung can’t save you now,” he sneered, pulling you into the night.
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Panic surged through you as you struggled against his grip. “Let me go!” you cried, but your pleas fell on deaf ears. The last thing you glimpsed was Taehyung’s face, a mix of fury and helplessness, as he fought against Jungkook’s men.
In a dimly lit warehouse, you found yourself tied to a chair, fear wrapping around your heart like a vice. Jungkook paced before you, relishing your terror.
“Your husband won’t come for you,” he taunted, leaning in close, his breath hot against your skin. “He’s too busy being a coward.”
“Taehyung will come,” you insisted, your voice steady despite the fear coursing through you. “He’ll do anything to save me.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Jungkook grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Taehyung was a whirlwind of fury and despair. The realization that he had abandoned you hit him like a freight train. He gathered his men, but the weight of your absence gnawed at him.
“Find her!” he roared, his voice echoing through the empty halls. “I don’t care what it takes!”
As the hours dragged on, panic consumed him. The mansion, once a symbol of power, now felt like a tomb. He screamed into the void, his frustration and guilt boiling over. “Y/N!” he cried, his voice breaking. “I need you! I’m so sorry!”
Driven by desperation, Taehyung decided to lock down the entire city to search for you. He called in every favor, mobilizing his entire network to track down Jungkook and your location. The fear of losing you transformed into a relentless determination.
His men worked tirelessly, scouring every alley and shadow where Jungkook might hide. Taehyung’s heart raced with every lead, every whisper that could bring him closer to you.
“Get me everything you can on Jungkook’s whereabouts,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “I won’t stop until I have her back.”
With each passing hour, the guilt weighed heavier on him. The realization of how he had taken you for granted was a bitter pill to swallow. He had been so consumed by his world that he had ignored the one person who truly mattered.
After what felt like an eternity, Taehyung finally received a tip-off about your location. His heart pounded as he stormed into the warehouse, his men flanking him. The air was thick with tension as he spotted Jungkook, who stood smugly before you.
“Let her go, Jungkook,” Taehyung demanded, fury radiating from him.
“Make me,” Jungkook taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Without a second thought, Taehyung lunged at him, fists flying. The two men collided in a brutal fight, exchanging blows that echoed against the concrete walls. You watched in horror, your heart racing as Taehyung fought for your life.
“Taehyung!” you cried out, helplessly watching the struggle.
With a final surge of adrenaline, Taehyung managed to pin Jungkook to the ground, his breath ragged. “You will never touch her again,” he hissed, rage boiling within him.
Jungkook’s laughter echoed through the warehouse. “You think this is over? You’re still weak, Taehyung.”
But Taehyung wouldn’t let those words penetrate his resolve. With one swift motion, he knocked Jungkook out cold, his anger finally subsiding into a tense silence.
As the adrenaline faded, Taehyung rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he untied you. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, tears glistening in his eyes.
“I was so scared, Taehyung,” you admitted, your voice shaky.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you would slip away again. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
In that moment, all the barriers that had kept you apart dissolved. The fear and anger shifted into something else—an undeniable connection forged in the fires of chaos.
In the days that followed, you and Taehyung began to heal together. The trauma of your kidnapping had changed you both, forcing you to confront the reality of your feelings. The mansion, once cold and unwelcoming, transformed into a haven filled with warmth and understanding.
One evening, as you prepared dinner together, laughter filled the air. Taehyung playfully stole a piece of vegetable from your cutting board, earning a light-hearted smack on his arm.
“Tae! I’m trying to cook here!” you laughed, your heart swelling at the ease between you.
He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “You’re incredible, you know that?” His expression softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. “You’re the only treasure I’ll ever seek in this life, Y/N. Let’s start our real married life tonight.”
A shiver ran down your spine, and a blush crept across your cheeks. “But dinner…?” you stammered, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Taehyung flashed a mischievous smile, leaning even closer. “Dinner can wait. Besides, I think my main course is you, so I can’t miss this chance.” With that, he quickly turned off the stove and washed his hands, the anticipation in the air thickening.
As he turned back to you, his voice dropped to a whisper, sending tingles down your spine. “Let’s go, my food. Tonight, I’ll devour you.”
His eyes sparkled with playful intensity, and you felt your heart race as you surrendered to the moment. As he carries her in a bridal style and lays her gently on the bed, he starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, his eyes locked onto hers. After tossing his shirt aside, he climbs onto the bed, pinning Y/N’s wrists above her head. He whispers in her ear, “Tonight, I’ll take what’s mine,” his voice raspy.
Before she can respond, he captures her lips and kisses her passionately. His lips trail down to Y/N’s neck, gently biting and marking her as his. His hands begin to roam over her body, eliciting soft moans from Y/N and sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The night wraps around them, filled with pleasure and the promise of a long, unforgettable long night.
Months passed, and the bond between you deepened. One day, the news that you were pregnant reached Taehyung, igniting a whirlwind of emotions joy, fear, and a renewed sense of purpose.
When the day came, you welcomed twins a baby girl and a boy into the world. Taehyung was overwhelmed with love, his heart swelling as he cradled them in his arms.
“You did this,” he whispered, tears of joy streaming down his face. “You made our family.”
Yes, our family,” Y/N said, tears of emotions welling in your eyes.
As you watched him, the man who had once seemed so distant and cold now radiated warmth. You had both fought through the darkness, emerging into the light, a family forged in love and resilience.
In the years that followed, your home was filled with laughter and joy. The twins brought a lightness that overshadowed the shadows of your past. Taehyung balanced his life, steering clear of the violence that had once defined him.
One evening, as you sat on the garden bench watching the sunset, the twins played and giggled nearby. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he gazed at the little ones. “We made it,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
“Yes, we did,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face.
Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know, they say love is a battlefield, but with you, it feels like a treasure hunt. I found everything I ever wanted in you.”
You laughed, your heart swelling with affection. “And I’ll always be your greatest discovery.”
Taehyung playfully smirked. “Is that so? You know what I’m thinking about…?”
Y/N, curious, tilted her head and asked, “Hm? What?”
Leaning closer to her ear, Taehyung whispered, his voice dripping with deep desire, “Before our twins’ tiny clothes become useless, don’t you think we should invite some new members into our lives, huh?”
Y/N’s eyes widened, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. “Shut up, Taehyung! Oh gosh! You never miss a chance, do you?”
As she started playfully hitting him, laughter erupted from Taehyung, resonating with joy. He pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her tightly against him.The playful banter filled the air, and as they laughed together, the love between them deepened, wrapping them both in a cocoon of warmth and affection.
As days turned into years , Y/N and Taehyung had created a beautiful life with their twins , filled with hope, joy, and the promise of tomorrow. The shadows that once loomed over you had faded, replaced by the light of a love that would endure forever.
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