Jungkook's POV:

What kind of stupid, idiotic, shit-filled scam did I get myself into!?
My night out at the bar talking to, what I thought was a woman who knew my pain, ended up being a fucking scam artist.

And now?! I'm married to her!

"Who are you really!?"

I had demanded her to answer earlier this morning. I wasn't someone to be toyed with and I was going to make sure she knew it.

Had she never heard of the name 'Jeon Jungkook' before!?

"I told you already! My name is Park Y/N! I'm not some low scam artist! You are! You told me lies to get into my pants! And now look! I have this on my finger!"

She held up her ring finger and I saw the simple ring that it was. A plain white gold ring. No large rock, no little diamonds around it.

So not something I would ever pick out for my betrothed.

She had to be lying!

I hate to admit it but, her tears threw me off.

Her distress threw me off. I had a hard time not believing her. She was good at her job, that was for sure.

Yet, something inside of me was telling me that she was telling the truth about who she was.

Crazy, I know.

That didn't stop me from collecting her things and throwing her out. Like hell I would sit back and let her take control over me.

Not happening.

Now, even though my office was supposed to be closed, I was at work, typing away and making sure everything was up to date and good to go for the next week. I needed to do something to get my mind off of things until I figure out what happened and what I needed to do from here.

The door opened to my office and Jimin stood in the doorway, arms crossing over his chest. He leaned against the frame.

"What do you want?"

"Why are you working right now?"

he asked me, his brows furrowed.

"Because there are things to be done."

I told him, growing bitter. He shouldn't be standing there questioning me. I was his boss, I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

"Why are you here!?"

I didn't even look up from my work as I questioned him.

"Because you're notorious for working and I wouldn't want you to be working hard the day after your wedding."

My body went stiff. I looked up at him, his face was serious and I felt my stomach sink.

He knew!?

"You know?"

"About the girl you up and married last night? Of course. I was your best man."

A small smirk started to form on his lips. I couldn't believe it!

"You didn't think to stop me!?"

I growled, standing to my feet in a rage.

"She's a scam artist!"

"Y/N is?" he raised a brow.

"I don't think so. I checked into her earlier today. She's clean."

This all didn't make sense.

"Explain." was all I demanded.

Damn him and his CIA back round. I guess it came in handy for times like this, but that still didn't lighten the blow.

Sighing, he walked over and sat in one of the nice chairs I had set up for clients. Crossing his legs he leaned back and got comfortable.

"Last night, we all got trashed. You know that. When you went off and started talking to that woman, you had too many drinks. Of course, we loved seeing you like that,
and we couldn't make smart choices either so we encouraged it. You guys talked for hours upon hours.
Finally we had to leave, you guys pulled me aside.and said you had some "special" plan. Then I vaguely remember going with you and being a witness to you both eloping."

I groaned and ran my hand through my slicked back hair.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope. Sorry, boss."

He chuckled lightly.

"It's pretty crazy, but I checked into her. You'll never believe who you just got hitched with."

"Can't be any worse than a scam artist."

I snorted, agitated about the whole scenario. I sat back down in my chair and rubbed my eyes with my hand.

"Yes it can." He smirked.

"She's the personal assistant to none other than Kim Namjoon."

☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎

Y/N's POV:

I buried my face into my worn couch pillow in my small apartment. It smelled old, but clean.
I made sure everything in my apartment was spick and span clean. I hated things being dirty.

Just like I hated myself for being dirty.

I had been used and I couldn't shake the horrible darkness that was slowly taking over my soul.

First Namjoon and him getting married, and then me being a complete idiot and sleeping with a stranger.. no wait..

I mean marrying a complete stranger.

I lifted my hand and studied the simple but beautiful ring that was still on my finger. I already screwed my life over so I couldn't help but keep it on and stare at it.

The ring was actually exactly my style. Simple. Beautiful. And elegant. I wasn't much for the big diamond type of ring, which seemed to be Jungkook's style. I was surprised to find this of all rings on me.

Wait, what the hell was I saying!? I quickly pulled off the ring and got up.

Walking over I opened a drawer in the kitchen and shoved it into it. I slamming the door shut, I glared at it.

After the way he treated me this morning!?
How could I be complementing his choice!?
Let alone thinking about him!?

I jumped as my phone began to ring. Who was calling me now? It was saturday, the office was closed.

I sighed and walked over to it and froze as I read the
words on the screen.

Namjoon.

Of all people to be calling me right now. I swallowed hard and went to reach for it when suddenly there was a knock at my door.

I cursed and looked between the two areas.

The door? Or Namjoon?

Sighing I decided to leave my phone and answer the door.

Opening it I found a large, intimidating man that I didn't know standing there. He was wearing all black and had a frown on his face.

"May I help you?"

I asked, a bit concerned.

"Are you Y/N? Mr Park's daughter?"

My stomach seemed to turn at the mention of my father. I swallowed hard and tried not to show my nervousness.

"Yes, that's me."

"May I come in?" he asked suddenly.

"This is regarding the debt he left."

Still feeling uneasy, I opened the door a bit wider against my better judgement.

"Sure, if it won't take long. I was actually going out to meet with my boss for work." I lied.

"It won't take long." his rough voice made chills run up my spine.

Nodding I let him in and I watched him walk in and scan my apartment. I closed the door behind me, feeling like something bad was about to happen.

Anytime my father was mentioned, it never ended well. I stayed close to the front door though. Just in case.

"My boss is worried that you won't be able to make the payments." he told me.

"Oh, I'm still making them. I'll be sure they are paid."
I swallowed hard.

"Is that so?"
he turned and looked at me and I nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you are on board. My boss is requiring that you put a down payment on the debt your father owed in order to give him the confidence that things will be taken care of."

My eyes went wide and I took a step back towards the door behind me.

"A down payment? Doesn't my word mean anything?"

"No, not after your father promised us the world and gave us nothing." his dark eyes glared.

"How much then?"

he took a step closer. I took a step back.

"50,000 dollars."

I lost my breath.

"50- I don't have that right now! I'm barely able to make the payments each month at what you have set!"

"Oh, that's too bad."
he came closer and I found myself against the door. He towered over me. My heart raced and I felt so scared.

This wasn't good.

"He needs his money, doll."

"I-I told you I don't have-"

His hand instantly made contact with my face and I bit back a yelp.
The pain hit me quick and hard when his thick hand grabbed my chin and yanked it.towards him, a click of a gun was heard then against my throat.

Fear filled my senses and I thought I was about to die.

Was this really how I was going to spend my last moments? In fear and with a horrible man I didn't even know?

Jungkook was starting to look better and better.

"You have one month to put that down payment in my hands, or else. Understood?"

I tried to not allow my tears to fall, but they started to despite my demands. I could feel his rough hands creating more bruises and the barrel of the gun pressed against my throat was more than I could handle.

I don't want to die... not yet... I wanted to tell Namjoon  how I really felt... wanted to...

"Y-yes."

I whispered.

"Good. Have a good evening, doll."

With that, he released me and I fell to the floor, holding my chest and face as he exited my apartment. I began to hiccup. I could feel the relief yet the cloud of terror still held me.

This was wrong, oh so wrong.

Why was this happening to me?
Couldn't I just have a good happylife!?
Was I doomed to die?

Not knowing what to do, and being scared for my life, I got up, ran to the drawer in my kitchen and pulled out my ring.

I grabbed my purse and my picture frame and quickly left my apartment without looking back.

☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎

Jungkook's POV:

This was stupid.

I can't believe that the woman I supposedly married last night was the assistant to Kim Namjoon.

I hated that man.

He was the pebble in my shoe and I still hadn't gotten rid of it yet.

On top of that, I can't believe I actually married her and Jimin actually got me to leave the office to go home.

I've never been pushed out of my office so fast before.
He was lucky he was my friend, otherwise he would have been fired years ago.

Taking a moment to think, I sighed and grabbed my umbrella before getting out of the car. I had parked across the street from my place and earlier it had started raining and it was showing no signs of stopping.

I hated the rain. It always made me feel dreary and bitter.

As I got out I lifted the large tent like umbrella and opened it up.

As soon as I did, I looked up at my front door and froze.

There standing in the pouring rain, soaking wet, was my wife. Y/N.

Knowing she wasn't a scam artist made things a bit better, and I didn't feel as much anger towards her as I did this morning.
Of course it didn't help that I had a horrible hang over as well earlier.

I shut my car door and locked it, looked both ways and then walked across the street to her, quickly putting the umbrella above both of us.

Her dark grey eyes lifted to meet my own.
I was shocked to see that her eyes shown fear.

"What are you doing here?"

"How is this supposed to work?"

her shaky voice came out, sounding scared and desperate. Completely different from the woman I remembered from this morning.

Something was wrong.

"Our marriage?" I asked. She nodded.

I sighed and looked at her face.
The rain had poured down it, but from the looks of her nose and eyes, she had been crying.
I couldn't tell what were tears and what were raindrops-

Wait... what was that on her...

"What happened?"

I asked nodding towards her face, my voice becoming dark and serious.
She quickly turned away, not allowing me to see the bruise on her jaw.

I instantly reached out and took her chin in my hand and turned her face. She winced and I eased up a bit. Her eyes avoided looking in my direction as I looked it over.

Yes, there was a fresh bruise on her jaw.

Anger filled my chest and I narrowed my eyes.

"Inside. Now." I demanded.

She moved and let me unlock the door and as I opened it, I allowed her to walk in first.
She sniffed and hugged herself as we made it out of the rain.
The cold water clung to her clothes and skin. It wasn't long before she began to shiver.

A small puddle was forming around her feet. I closed the door behind us and locked it, taking off my jacket and throwing it up onto a wall hang I had by the door. I looked over at her again and swallowed hard.

"You don't have a change of clothes with you, do you?"

She shook her head. I withheld a sigh and pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

"Go back into the bedroom and find the closet. In there you can pick out a shirt of mine and some shorts or something. There are towels in the master bathroom as well, so you can dry off."

Without a word, she listened and obeyed.
Well at least she had that going for her. I guess being someone's personal assistant she was used to taking orders.

Yet, I still hated knowing she took orders from Namjoon.

I decided to walk over and pulled out two beers from the fridge.

Hmm.. does she even like beer? I know my ex- fiance hated beer. She only wanted to drink the expensive wines that came with special dinners.

Me? Well I loved some whiskey, but a cold beer was all I needed on a night like this.

I pulled one out for her anyways and sat it on the counter.

This was just not my day. First I woke up to having a wife I don't remember marrying, then I kick her out, and now she was back under my roof and someone had touched her.

I don't know why, since I really didn't know her, but I felt guilty for sending her away.
Thoughts began to race through my mind.

Wasn't a husband supposed to protect his wife? Did she expect me to solve all her problems? Was I supposed to?

Jiyeon kind of always did her own thing, never really bothering with me unless I took her out.

But there was Y/N and she was coming to me when she was scared and had been attacked... I had to do something.

I mean... I know I didn't really mean to marry
her and that I didn't love her of course, but... I still felt as if I should have been able to do something.

Damn I wasn't good with dealing with women.

Honestly, most found me intimidating and rough. I didn't really shave much and I always seemed to have a scowl on my face... so Jimin had told me.

I kept the shorter beard though to try and cover the scar that ran across my cheek. It was a horrible reminder of what happened so long ago, and I really didn't want to
show it off and see it everyday.
Plus Jiyeon hated seeing it.

Footsteps from the hallway snapped me out of my thought process as I watched Y/N emerge.

I hadn't really noticed until now, but Y/N was quite small and short compared to me.

My shirt was huge on her and my boxers were as well.
She found a way to keep them on though, so it was better than her being wet.
I studied how her long auburn hair was down and fell across her shoulders.

She was actually pretty attractive...

What surprised me though was the shirt she was wearing.

"What? Is something wrong?"

she asked, not meeting my eyes, feeling the heat of my gaze.

I cleared my throat and shook my head.

"No." I told her.

She was wearing the most worn out, grubby t-shirt of mine. I could have sworn I had that laying on the floor too.

I remember Jiyeon always finding the most crisp, clean button up shirt to put on and wouldn't even dare to put on this shirt of mine.

I can't help but notice the differences between them since I only had two women ever in my house. Jiyeon and now Lee.

Interesting.

"Come here."

I tried to speak nicely, but it came out more like an order. She didn't seem to mind though and came over anyways.

"Drink this." I gave her the beer.

Her eyes darted up towards mine and she narrowed them.

"Don't you remember what happened last time you gave me a drink? You're not trying to-"

"This is one, and the only one I'll give you. It's for your nerves. Because you're going to tell me what happened."

I tried not to growl at her accusations.

Y/N looked down instantly at her beer and grew quiet.
I'm pretty sure she hoped I had forgotten all about it. But how could I when I could now see that bruise better than ever?

And it was pissing me off.

☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎☼︎

Y/N's POV:

I was hoping he would forget.

Stupid, really.

But I guess it was too much to hide anymore. I felt sick to my stomach just remembering what happened as I pulled up my beer and took a big swig.
The cold liquid ran over my tongue and down my throat.

That tasted amazing.

I loved beer.

Sighing I took a deep breath and tried to figure out where to begin.

"My father died not too long ago."

I told him, slowly finding the strength to tell the story.
I guess I had been wanting to tell someone for a while now that it was a bit of a relief getting to speak it out loud.

"I haven't seen him since he left my mother and me when I was little. Apparently he wasn't in the best of circumstances and owed a lot of debt."

I hated this part.

"The debt was then transferred to me to take care of once he died. I am living paycheck to paycheck trying to pay off this horrible debt he left. The man he owed money sent his assistant to give me a message."

I cleared my throat, not looking at him as I pointed to the bruise on my jaw.

"He wants a down payment, and of course I don't have it. So he uh..." I stopped.

Maybe this part wasn't a good part to tell him. He might want to call the police or something and get me more in
trouble.

"What did he say, Y/N?"

His light deep voice was surprisingly comforting, even with his demanding tone. I felt a bit at ease. Protected, even.

"He wants a lot of money within a month, or else."

I swallowed hard, hating how I sounded so weak. I have recently found out just how weak and stupid I am. It is very humbling, I must admit.

"There must be more, considering he gave you that bruise. Or are you just clumsy as well?"

I crossed my arms and finally looked at him, giving him a confused look. Was he trying to be nice or mean? If I wanted to be scolded, I could do that to myself. I didn't need him to stand there and give me a lecture.

"If you must know, he smacked me and grabbed me. Even held a gun to my throat. That enough information? Happy now?"

I watched his eyes grow dark and he went silent. He looked everything but happy. Maybe that wasn't the best way to tell him.

"So you need a place to stay."

he stated and didn't really ask.
I hated myself for this, but I nodded.

"I was going to go to Na-... I mean... a friend's place but I found myself here instead."

"You'll stay here until I know you're safe."
He spoke without hesitation.

I eyed him carefully, meeting his crazy  brown eyes.
He was so rough around the edges, so distant, yet he was kind underneath. I could just tell.

It was as if he didn't know that the way he acted deterred people away.

It was cute in a way.

I mean, here was a man, who I married while being drunk and only after knowing him for almost two days, he's trying to keep me safe.
I guess he wasn't so bad. If only he would shave off that scruffy stubbles and not look down on so many people, he would be somewhat more attractive.

But he still wasn't my type.

"Thank you. I can just sleep on the couch."

"That's fine." he nodded.

I frowned.

"Are you serious?" I asked him.

He raised a brow.

"Serious about what?"

"You really expect me to sleep on the couch?" I asked him.

Where were his manners? I guess he wasn't as kind as I thought.
He took a big gulp of his beer, practically finishing it