Haneul's POV 

Taehyung was standing there with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall. 

I gulped seeing him, specially his vicious smirk. I want the ground to eat me please. I don't wanna face him. Oh no. He's approaching. 

I wanted to run but he caught me and pulled me by my waist, pinning me against the wall, trapping me between his muscular arms.

"Why running away from your husband? Did you forget our deal?" He said and moved closer. I gulped feeling his hot breath on my neck. Damn his deep voice. 

"Besides, roaming in the mansion wearing my clothes surely is a pleasant sight." He whispered. 

"It's because I didn't brought any clothes. Do you want me to roam only in your shirt?" I glared at him.

"I won't mind." And my jaw dropped hearing him. Wait wait. What's he doing? Oh my God. 

"Mmn." I bit my lips when I felt his lips on my neck, kissing me aggressively. Not now and not here you bastard. I lightly pushed him and regretted when I saw his darkened gaze. 

"Don't disturb me." His voice is awfully dangerous. 

"B-but you said if you do this you'll tell me your past." I stared at his eyes, feeling a little brave. Oh no. Did I say something wrong? I can see a smirk plastered on his lips. His one big, veiny hands suddenly cupped my clothed left breast and I gasped. He started to grope it, messaging it like it's a toy for him to play. 

"T-taehyung stop." I gripped his hand to stop but he didn't. 

"Well you already have known a part,  haven't you?" He stared deeply at my eyes and I confusingly looked at him. 

"W-what?" 

"Did you think that I won't know anything? Jeon has already told you a part of my past so I can do it right?" He said as if I've another option.

"W-what if someone sees us like t-this?" I tried to give some excuses.

"Then let them see. I don't care."

Damn you.

He then crashed his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily. But I didn't open my mouth. I won't. Anger was building inside me. But it melted soon into fear when I saw his eyes ogling at me. I gulped when he released my lips which were swollen. In a flash I again felt his lips on mine. He's biting my already swollen, red lips for entrance but I'm also stubborn. He pushed me more until I feel his whole body hugging mine. There's no gap between us.

Suddenly I felt something cold on my skin. Oh no. His hands went inside my shirt and started to roam my bare back. Don't tell me he'll do it here. And I gasped when he pinched my nipple. That's it. He entered his tounge in my mouth tasting every inch of my mouth. I didn't respond to anything but I guess he doesn't care. 

He slid his hands around my waist pulling me closer and closer, gripping tightly. Oh my God. Something's poking my inner thigh but I can't understand what. I'm feeling breathless. And suddenly we heard another gasp. Taehyung left my lips but didn't move from his spot. Our position didn't change. I can't even move as his hands are still wrapped around my back inside my shirt, gripping me tightly. A maid was standing there eyeing the ground. Her face was bright red. Taehyung was calm where I was shocked. His face was blank as always.

"What do you want?" His authoritative tone was making the maid shiver as well as me. 

"Y-young m-aster. Master J-Jin called y-you and mam at the h-hallroom." 

"You can go now." As soon as he said the maid left quickly. Probably embarrassed seeing us like this. I really want to choke him. 

"Leave me." I gritted my teeth. 

"Don't you think it's pretty soon babygirl." He cooed and I'm feeling goosebumps from it. 

"J-Jin oppa's calling us."

"Then we should continue it at night." He smirked and walked away. I fell on the floor. A single tear fell from my eye. For how long I have to endure it? 

I wiped the tear and brushed myself. I slowly went to the hallroom and then...

"HANEUL I MISSED YOU." Jimin oppa picked me up and twirled. 

"You just saw her yesterday Jimin-ah." 

My eyed became wide in surprise hearing that raspy voice. Then I realized Yoongi and Hobi oppa were also there. When Jimin oppa put me down Hobi oppa engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. Yoongi oppa shook his head and also hugged me. 

"You guys here?" I was feeling so happy. 

"Just wanted to surprise you." Jimin oppa winked at me and I nervously chuckled. They all are now goofing around and teasing each other. I hardly can believe they are the gangsters which I saw in that day. It's very heart warming to see them smiling happily where they always give creepy smiles, smirks, dark chuckles or maniac laughs to their preys. I shivered at the thought. They'll not be the same as now when they'll back in their businesses.

In the corner of my eyes, I can see Taehyung and Jungkook glaring at each other. I need to fix this problem. An idea crept in my mind. I smirked looking at Taehyung. Well after all I'm a gangster's wife, his wife now. 

Author's POV

While Haneul was secretly smirking at Taehyung, Yoongi suddenly came to her and whispered in her ear,

"Well I didn't know you and him will be this quick."

"What do you mean?" Haneul asked him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"The hickeys are saying he was wild." And Haneul choked on her saliva.

"We haven't done anything." She said trying to protest. Her cheeks became red in embarrassment.

"Fuck him." She mumbled but Yoongi clearly heard it.

"And also his clothes really suits you." Poor she again choked on her saliva while he chuckled.

"How did you know?" She asked looking away.

"Not only me but also the rest of us." Haneul looked at him like she'll pass out at any moment.

"Well Jin hyung forgot to give you your luggage  yesterday." Yoongi smirked.

And then Haneul realised Jin and Namjoon were acting like they don't know she was wearing Taehyung's cloth. Not only them but also the others and even Jungkook.

She again looked at Taehyung and saw him smirking at her. She glared at him.

"Oh and Haneul." She averted her gaze to Yoongi as he called her.

"You should be careful. We're also gangsters. Our eyes are like Hawk." Yoongi was holding his laugh seeing Haneul's questioning gaze. His next words made her wanted to drown in the sea.

"He surely likes the way you smirked at him."