Y/n had always known about the arranged marriage, but nothing could prepare her for the whirlwind that followed. When she finds herself wedded to JK, a mysterious figure shrouded in the shadows of the mafia world, she's thrust into a marriage where...
JK: *clutching his side, wincing* Can you call V for me?
Y/N: V's not home!
JK: *gritting his teeth* Damn it! Can you grab the first aid kit?
Y/N: Just a moment!
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Y/N's POV: I never imagined being in a position to help him, but seeing him like this... I can't just stand by and watch him suffer.
Y/N: Let me help you.
JK: *meets her gaze with a mixture of gratitude and reluctance* Y/N- I can't take this!
Y/N: Huh? What do you mean? *confused*
JK: *grimacing* I... just can't.
[Y/N gently guides him to the bed, her heart aching at the sight of his injuries.
As Y/N helps JK remove his shirt, revealing more wounds, her fear intensifies, but she forces herself to remain composed as she tends to his injuries. She administers painkillers and encourages him to rest.]
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[Hours later, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep, her mind consumed with worry for JK. When she sees him shivering in his sleep, her heart clenches with empathy.]
Y/N's POV: You're so dumb, Y/N! But I can't ignore his pain. Even if he's the one keeping me hostage, I can't just turn a blind eye. It's conflicting, but for now, I'll just focus on helping him.
[As Y/N drifts into sleep beside him, she finds solace in the peaceful rhythm of his breaths. But her respite is short-lived, shattered by the sudden panic that grips JK as he awakens from a nightmare, his body trembling with fear.]
