WHEN YOU ARE AFRAID OF YOUR ARRANGED MAFIA HUSBAND ON THE FIRST NIGHT OF YOUR WEDDING

You gazed at your father's frame, who was standing with the young lad with whom you just took your marriage vows. 

Your heart had non-identical feelings which were gushing down your guts with numerous more addinal emotions as you could sense your stomach heating up with edginess.

For every woman, the day of their marriage is the most enlivening and precious but for you it was utterly not. 

Your father just stated whom you will have to marry within two weeks and here you are married to that guy. Your father didn't even ask for your will. He just arranged your marriage with a lad whom you haven't seen. 

Summoning your courage when you asked your father about the name of your soon to be husband, he coldly stated, "Namjoon." These were the words which your ears perceived, your mind started to build up his visage but thinking how he will act towards you, made you edgy. Just as your father behaved with your deceased mother, rude and arrogant.

You took a glance at the broad back of your husband covered with the black cloth of his suit jacket. Your eyes were moist but you don't know what was making you feel like crying. 

You shouldn't be crying to let go of your father 'cause he has not even once loved you in his life. The trepidation of Namjoon doing something wrong with you was building up anxiety within your heart and soul.

You were more than tired as your eyes were telling you to sleep. You felt a hand on your head, someone was caressing it as you looked at your left side and saw Lady Noh, She has taken care of you since your mother left this world. 

You wrapped your arms around her after your eyes met her. Resting your chin on her shoulder you let the tears fall as they gushed down your cheeks, damping Lady Noh's hanbok material. 

She patted your head, "Don't cry." You hiccuped while clutching onto her. Weeping for a while you both broke the hug as she wiped off the moisture from your face, "You are a brave girl, right?" You nodded at her saying as she smiled, "We should bid goodbyes while smiling." She placed her index finger and thumb in front of her lips, stretching her lips upwards in a smile while increasing the gap of her index finger and thumb. 

You passed her a mild smile as you sauntered towards the car with the bulky gown swathing your frame but the tension was still conquering your heart. 

Getting comfortable on the backseat of the car after Lady Noh helped you with your dress as you looked out of the window and saw Namjoon sauntering towards the car in which you were settled in. 

Your heart was hammering against your chest as you were playing with your fingers. 

You heard the door of the car opening by one of the guards, your grip on your hand tightened as you abrade your nail with your other nail while Namjoon took a seat beside you. 

Namjoon took a glance at you and saw your hands as you were scraping your nail with the other one. You heard his hoarse voice, "Don't do that." 

Your movements halted at you gazed into his eyes for a jiff before he looked afore himself as you looked down at your nail. 

Your hands were sweating as you clutched onto your white gown covering your thighs while the driver steered towards the mansion. 

Resting your head on the headrest you closed your eyes but your over thinking didn't let you sleep. 

About 15 minutes elapsed, the unruly willingness to sleep took the best of you as unconditionally, you fell asleep while Namjoon gazed at your form. A mild smile appeared on his face after discerning your serene and parted lips, showing your milky white teeth.

But his view was disturbed when a strand of your hair hindered your visage as his hand stretched out to get it off from your face. 

But before he could do so the car halted at the Porte Cochere of the mansion, the lurching sound got you out of your slumber as Namjoon retreated his hand back in its place while you fluttered open your eyes. 

Putting the strand of your tresses behind your ear as your eyes waggled around to discern the surroundings. You looked beside you but Namjoon had already jumped off the car.

You heard the car's door open by one of the guards while you saw Namjoon ambling inside the mansion. 

You immediately got off the car following Namjoon inside as you caught a sight of the huge lounge at the end of the foyer. The staircase is deposited in the middle of the lounge, going on the first course and the two others going onto the second course from the first course, railing supported by a series of balustrades. 

A lad scurried towards you both as Namjoon looked at him, "Iseul, is getting on my nerves-" The lad took a glance at you and stopped as you let in his figure. His white shirt was covered in blood and his knuckles were hindered with the fresh gore. 

Just to say that you are a daughter of a mafia but you hate all this stuff to the core of your heart and watching the scarlet liquid only made you dizzy and giddy. 

"Mrs. Sook!" Namjoon's voice made you come out of your trance as you looked down with glistening eyes, clutching onto a handful of your gown. 

An old dame scurried to you both as she bowed as Namjoon stated, "Take Y/N to her room." The dame nodded as she said, "This way, Mrs. Kim." She beckoned you to come with her upstairs as you took a last glance at Namjoon with your side eyes before following her. 

You heard Namjoon gritting his teeth, "If he doesn't open his mouth today, it will be his last day." His voice reached your ear drums as your adrenaline gushed down your body, you could feel the goosebumps all over your body after hearing his threat. 

Mrs. Sook opened the door for you, "This is Mr. Kim's room and you can change your dress there. Your clothes are already placed in the cupboard." She bowed as you let out a nod while looking down. 

She left the room. You clenched shut your eyes as you shook your head to calm yourself down, "He won't do anything to me. He won't, right?" 

You slipped down beside the bed on the floor, resting your back on the bedside while you heard a few shouts from the ground floor followed by whimpers as you wrapped your arms around your knees pulling them closer to your chest. 

Perceiving multiple gunshots you hindered your ears with your palms while tears made their way down your cheeks, soaking your georgette creamy gown as the reminisces of how a certain one killed your mother in front of your eyes when you were just five. 

Your breathing got heavy as you held your chest with your right palm as you respired deeply, trying to normalize your breath, “Mom.” You whispered, letting in your breath and respiring out. 

Namjoon came out of the room with the lad following him, “Clean up this mess.” The lad nodded as Namjoon called him again as the young lad halted on his tracks, “Jimin!” Jimin hummed, “Yes?” 

Namjoon stated, “Don’t come out like this in front of Y/N, again.” Namjoon gazed at Jimin’s clothes while Jimin did the same as Namjoon’s white cloth had already turned scarlet. 

Jimin nodded, “Okay, I will take care of it.” Namjoon nodded as he made his way towards his room, taking off his black suit jacket which was masked with gore as his gaze fell on his white shirt which had already turned cherry from the collar of his shirt followed by the buttons. He unbuttoned two of his buttons from the top.

Namjoon twisted the knob of his room's door open as he discerned your frame weeping beside the bed burying your face between your knees and chest. 

His eyebrows met, scrutinizing your situation as he called out your name, “Y/N!” You stopped as you heard him sauntering towards you. Your head twitched skywards in his direction as your eyes fell on his shirt layered with blood, you retreated yourself back. Raising your feet, you ambled back as your back hit the wall while Namjoon walked to you. 

“Please don't….” You wept as he stood in front of you, looking down in your eyes as you gazed up at him with eyes brimming with tears, one slipped out of your orbs followed by another, you looked down. “It’s okay.” You heard him whispering as you felt him caressing the back of your head, placing your face on his chest while you cried on his chest. 

Your hand impulsively stretched to hold onto his shirt as you clenched your palm around his shirt hindering his torso. You bawled onto his chest, drenching his shirt with your teardrops. 

Your heart was feeling heavy with the pain when your mother left you with your father who didn’t love you and now you are with him whom you don’t even know properly. 

Breaking the hug, Namjoon held your hand into his large ones as he took you towards the bed while you still hesitated. 

Making you comfortable on the mattress he asked, “Do you want water?” You shook your head as no as he took a seat beside you, maintaining distance so you won’t feel uncomfortable. 

He took some time before speaking, "You don't have to be scared of me." You looked at him as he said, "You can take all the time you want. I won't touch you without your consultation." 

You remembered how he just pecked your forehead after taking vows as you wiped off your tears with the back of your hand as your gaze fell on his shirt again which he noticed as he said traced your gaze, "Ammm, I will go and change my clothes in another room. You can freshen up here." 

He stood up but you held his hand as he turned around to face you, wagging his orbs from his hand to your visage as you whispered, "Thank you." He nodded before sauntering towards the closet. 

Taking a warm shower you donned yourself into nightgown as you came out of the bathroom all tired while you saw Namjoon taking a hold on his pillow as you asked, "What are you doing?" You murmured gazing at him, he looked at you, "You sleep here comfortably, I will be in the next room. Call me if you need anything." 

You said, "No, Don't. Ah!! I mean please don't leave me here alone." You just blurted out as he blinked a few times gazing at you. He knew you were uncomfortable being alone in this room where you only knew him, no one else. 

You clenched your eyes shut after blurting everything out, biting your lower lip as you heard him say, "Okay." He placed his pillow back on the mattress as you opened your eyes. 

You both sat on your sides of the mattress before laying down, you took a few glances at him and when he did the same you immediately looked away. Namjoon smiled while you stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, you went into deep slumber because you couldn't hold yourself back from sleeping anymore. You were exhausted for a few days because of your marriage and now you wanted rest. 

Namjoon turned to face you as he studied the features of your visage, supporting his elbow on the pillow and his head in his palm. His petals curved upwards watching you sleep peacefully beside him as he went into deep slumber while gazing at you. 

Not all Mafia's are the same, some want bloodshed and some want love.