The morning sun filtered through the large windows of Namjoon's office, casting long shadows on the polished mahogany desk. He had barely slept the night before, his mind running over the words YN had thrown at him, the weight of his sister's love for a man he should despise, and the complexities of loyalty.

Namjoon leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled in thought. It had been years since he allowed anyone to challenge his authority without consequences, but this... this was different. Tae-jun had come with respect, asking for Anna's hand, despite the history between their families. His sister's happiness was at stake, and for once, Namjoon had to put aside his mafia instincts and think as a brother.

With a sigh, he reached for his phone and called Anna. His voice was cool but held a hint of warmth. "Come by later, with Tae-jun. We need to talk."

By mid-afternoon, Anna and Tae-jun arrived at Namjoon's mansion. The tension in the air was palpable as they entered his office, where Namjoon stood waiting. His broad shoulders were tense, his face emotionless, as his dark eyes settled on Tae-jun. Anna stayed close to her lover, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear.

She knew her brother well-he wasn't the type to give in easily. and though she believed in Tae-jun's love, she worried how Namjoon would react.

Namjoon didn't sit. Instead, he paced the room slowly, circling the couple as though he were a predator sizing up his prey. When he finally stopped, he faced Tae-jun directly, his expression unreadable. "Will you be able to keep her smiling?" Namjoon asked, his voice quiet but laced with authority.

Tae-jun didn't hesitate. He straightened his back, his sharp gaze unwavering as he spoke. "Don't doubt a single moment, hyung. I'll keep Anna happy all my life. If there's ever a day she complains about me, if there's ever a tear in her eye because of me, I'll accept any punishment you see fit." His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable passion in his words, a vow that came straight from his heart. "I know what I'm promising. Her happiness is my responsibility now, and I won't fail her."

Namjoon's expression remained stern, but something flickered in his eyes. The sincerity in Tae-jun's words resonated with him, touching a part of his heart he often kept buried. "Words are easy," Namjoon said slowly, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "But if I see even the slightest hint that you've hurt her, that smile vanishes from her face... I won't think twice before shooting you in the head." His words were cold, but they carried the weight of his love for Anna.

Tae-jun didn't flinch. Instead, he gave a small smile, understanding the weight of Namjoon's warning. "All under your control, my lord. You have my word. Anna's happiness comes before anything else." There was a rare respect in Tae-jun's tone, and for the first time,, Namjoon saw beyond the bloodline and the name. He saw a man willing to risk everything for love.

Namjoon's posture remained strong, his mafia aura unshaken, but something in his heart softened. "Alright," he said, breaking the tension with a single word. "You both are getting married tomorrow morning."

Anna gasped, her eyes wide with joy as she threw her arms around Namjoon, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, oppa! Thank you so much!" she whispered, her voice trembling with happiness.

Tae-jun stepped forward, as if to embrace Namjoon as well, but Namjoon held up a hand, stopping him. "Not so fast," he said with a smirk. "You're still suspicious to me."

Tae-jun chuckled, taking a respectful step back. "Fair enough," he said, his voice light, but his respect for Namjoon growing.

Namjoon turned and left the room, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving the couple alone.

Anna was still beaming, her happiness infectious as she turned to Tae-jun and kissed him softly. "We're getting married," she whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it more real.

Later that day, Anna and YN found themselves in the heart of Seoul, darting between high-end boutiques as they shopped for Anna's wedding. The energy between the two best friends was electric-Anna was on cloud nine, her joy impossible to contain, while YN was a whirlwind of focus, determined to make this wedding perfect.

Inside one of the luxury bridal shops, Anna stood before a massive mirror, her eyes glimmering as she admired herself in a stunning white wedding gown. The dress was elegant, with intricate lace details trailing down the sleeves, and the long train flowed gracefully behind her. The bodice hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her beauty. "What do you think?" Anna asked, twirling slightly, her smile infectious.

YN stood behind her, fixing the veil slightly. "You look like a dream, Anna. Tae-jun's going to lose his mind when he sees you."

Anna giggled but then turned serious. "You should try on a dress too, YN. You never know, maybe Namjoon will come around."

YN's face immediately flushed, but she shook her head. "No way. When Namjoon asks me, then I'll try on a wedding dress. But not a moment before."

Anna pouted playfully, but she knew YN was serious. "Okay, okay, but I'll make sure we come back here when the time comes."

They spent the next hour selecting the perfect accessories for Anna's gown, from the delicate jewelry to the veil that completed the look. Every detail was chosen with care, ensuring that Anna would be the most stunning bride.

After leaving the bridal shop, YN found herself wandering into one of the finest men's boutiques in the city. The racks were filled with the most luxurious suits, tailored to perfection for those with power and influence. Namjoon needed to look dangerous and sophisticated for the wedding, as the head of the family, a man no one could ignore.

YN's fingers skimmed through the collection of suits, her eyes sharp as she mentally visualized Namjoon in each outfit. She finally landed on a sleek, midnight black suit with subtle silver accents. The material was rich, exuding authority and elegance. The jacket was cut to perfection, designed to hug his broad shoulders while maintaining a fluid, commanding presence. The crisp white shirt beneath the jacket would contrast beautifully with the black, while the silver cufflinks added a touch of luxury.

She picked out a tie, deep red like blood, symbolizing Namjoon's power and danger. It was a bold choice, but it fit him perfectly. He isn't just any groom-he is Namjoon, the mafia boss, the one no one dared to cross. The suit needed to reflect that. As she looked at the ensemble she'd chosen, YN smiled to herself. This was exactly how Namjoon should look-dangerous, powerful, and utterly untouchable.

"I'll take it," she said to the tailor, her voice decisive.

As she stepped out of the boutique, YN couldn't help but wonder if Namjoon would even care about the suit. Would he realize that she was thinking of him, making sure he looked perfect for Anna's big day? Or would he continue to ignore her, seeing only the walls he'd built between them?

Lost in thought, she barely noticed Anna on the phone with Tae-jun, giggling softly as they talked about the upcoming wedding. YN smiled, happy for her friend but unable to shake the ache in her heart.

Maybe one day, Namjoon would see her the way Tae-jun saw Anna.

As the preparations continued, the excitement for the wedding built, but for YN, a sense of longing remained. She had done her part chosen the perfect suit, helped Anna pick out her dream dress, and supported her friend in every way she could. But her own heart felt more distant than ever.

Tomorrow would be a big day, not just for Anna, but for everyone involved. And YN couldn't help but wonder if, amidst all the happiness, there might be a moment where Namjoon finally see her.

The sun rose on the morning of Anna's wedding, casting a soft golden glow over the mansion. YN, having already selected Namjoon's perfect suit the previous day, carefully sneaked into his room while he was in the shower. She placed the suit on his bed, adjusting the collar and smoothing out the fabric. It was flawless-tailored to reflect his power, danger, and sophistication. As she set everything in place, her eyes caught an old photograph on Namjoon's dresser: a younger Namjoon holding baby Anna's hand. Both were smiling, their faces radiant with innocence, unaware of the dark path that lay ahead for them.

YN found herself momentarily lost in the sweetness of the image, but the sound of the bathroom door unlocking snapped her back to reality. She darted out of the room, just in time to avoid being seen by Namjoon.

As Namjoon emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes landed on the suit neatly placed on his bed. He picked it up, running his fingers over the rich fabric, admiring the sharp tailoring. After getting dressed, he stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and the blood-red tie.

The suit fit him perfectly, dark and intimidating, just as he liked.

"Good choice, Anna," he muttered to himself, admiring how the suit emphasized his power. "You know me better than anyone."

He left the room without realizing that it wasn't Anna who had picked the suit-it was YN.

The wedding venue was filled with guests, all mingling and chatting as Namjoon made his rounds, ensuring everything was in order. Despite his mafia aura, today was about his sister, and he wanted nothing to go wrong. His gaze landed on Tae-jun, who was speaking to some of Namjoon's men. Tae-jun carried himself with confidence and strength, a man who had earned Namjoon's grudging respect even if their families were enemies.

Just then, Anna entered the room, her white gown flowing gracefully behind her. She looked stunning, radiant with happiness. But Namjoon's attention wasn't on his sister. His eyes were drawn to YN, who was standing not too far away, admiring Anna.

YN was a vision. She wore a fitted gown that clung to her
curves in all the right places, with a deep burgundy hue that contrasted beautifully with her skin. The dress had a high slit, revealing her legs as she moved with elegance. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sharp, intense, and captivating were framed by smoky makeup. Her gaze could cut through steel,as lethal and precise as a gunshot.

Namjoon's mafia instincts kicked in as he observed her. She walked with the poise of someone who knew exactly how much power she held over him, her eyes never revealing too much, just enough to make him want more. She's dangerous, he thought to himself. Like a loaded weapon sharp, beautiful, and ready to strike. And yet, for the first time, he didn't want to be the one in control. He wanted to be the one caught in her sights.

As she walked through the garden coming near to namjoon, she exuded confidence and control. She is a weapon :- silent but lethal.

Namjoon watched her with a growing sense of tension in his chest. She was the only person who could unsettle him, who could make him feel something beneath his cold, mafia boss persona.

The ceremony began, and Namjoon stood by Anna's side, his heart a mix of pride and protectiveness. When he handed her over to Tae-jun, his face remained emotionless, but inside, he struggled with letting her go. Tae-jun looked at Anna like she was the only person in the world, and when he kissed her after they exchanged vows, the room erupted in applause.

Later, as the ceremony wound down, Anna found Namjoon standing by himself, lost in thought. She approached him quietly and wrapped her arms around him.

"Your choice is the best, Anna, Namjoon said softly, his voice betraying a hint of emotion.

Anna smiled, assuming he was talking about Tae-jun. "Finally, you understand, oppa. He's the best."

Namjoon smirked slightly, his eyes flickering with amusement. "I wasn't talking about Tae-jun," he said, gesturing to his suit. "This suit-it's perfect. I love it."

Anna blinked in surprise. She leaned in close and whispered, "I didn't pick the suit, oppa. YN did."

Namjoon's face didn't change, but something shifted in his eyes. He glanced across the room, where YN was laughing softly with one of the other bridesmaids, completely unaware of the impact she'd had on him.

The reception wound down, and guests started leaving the mansion. Anna and Tae-jun were the center of attention, basking in their happiness. As they were getting ready to leave, Anna and YN shared a quiet moment.

I'm really happy for you, Anna, YN said, her voice soft and sincere.

Anna smiled, squeezing her friend's hand. "Thank you. You know, you played a huge part in all of this. I wouldn't have made it without you."

YN grinned. "You've always had it in you, Anna. You just needed a little push."

As they hugged, YN whispered, "Now the real game begins."

Anna laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course, baby. I'm all in, good luck for tonight"

YN: You too...have a wild night don't forget to send me video

After Anna and Tae-jun left, the mansion felt emptier.

Namjoon and YN were the only ones left. YN had changed into something more casual-a cropped top that showed off her toned midriff and a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. She moved around the kitchen with ease, preparing herself a late-night snack.

Namjoon walked in, his eyes narrowing as he saw her. She looked effortlessly seductive, every movement drawing his attention.

"The suit was good," he said, leaning against the doorway, his voice calm but demanding.

YN didn't respond, focusing on the food she was preparing.

Namjoon frowned, stepping closer. I said, the suit was good. I liked it."

YN still didn't respond, finishing her meal and picking up her plate. As she turned to leave, Namjoon's patience snapped. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, pinning her against the wall with a swift, fluid motion. His eyes burned with intensity, dark and unreadable.

"I said something to you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

YN's heart raced, but she kept her face impassive, refusing to give him any sign that he affected her. "Is this how you thank someone, Namjoon?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers brushing her bare skin. "I don't thank just anyone, YN. You know that."

Her body reacted to his touch, a spark of electricity running through her, but she maintained her composure. "So this is how you show your gratitude, huh? A little cheap, don't you think?"

Namjoon leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I don't do anything cheap. And I don't play with just anyone.

His hand slipped higher up to her bra straps, his touch searing against her skin. YN's breath hitched, but she pushed him away with a force he didn't expect.

She stepped back, her eyes fierce. "Don't use your mafia tricks on me, Namjoon. I'm not one of your toys. You can't control me."

Namjoon stared at her, his jaw clenched. No one ever spoke to him like that. No one pushed him away. But YN wasn't just anyone. She was different. She challenged him in ways no one else dared.

"Watch your mouth, he warned, his voice darkening. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."

But YN didn't flinch. She met his gaze head-on, her voice steady and cold. "You think I'm scared of you? You think your threats will make me back down? You're a coward, Namjoon. You hide behind your power because you're too scared to feel anything real."

Her words hit him like a bullet, cutting deep into the walls he'd built around himself. For a moment, he stood frozen, not knowing how to respond. He had always been in control, always the one with the upper hand. But YN... she had found a way to break through his defenses.

Without another word, YN turned and walked upstairs, leaving Namjoon standing there, alone with his thoughts. He sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the untouched plate of food she had left behind. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions-rage, desire, confusion.

For the first time in his life, Kim Namjoon wasn't sure what to do.

As the night wore on, Namjoon remained at the table, lost in thought. He was used to being feared, used to giving orders and having them obeyed without question. But YN had thrown him off balance in a way he had never experienced before. She was the only person who made him feel alive and out of control at the same time.

And that terrified him more than anything.

To be continued

Should I post about the wedding night of Anna and Taejun ?