THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA PACIFIER (NAMKOOK)

PROLOGUE

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The first rule of marrying Kim Namjoon was simple:
Don't talk to him before coffee. Don't touch his guns. And for the love of god, don't touch _him_ when he's in "CEO mode."

Kim jungkook broke all 3 rules before 8am.

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7:03 AM. Kim Penthouse.

"BABE!!!"
A high-pitched shriek echoed through 40 floors of bulletproof glass and silence.

Kim Namjoon didn't flinch. He was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, in a 10-million-dollar tailored suit, signing a contract that would bankrupt 3 rival mafia families by lunch.
His face: ice.
His aura: "I will end you."

Then something pink flew at his leg.

It was jungkook. In unicorn pajamas. Hair in 2 messy buns. Holding a bowl of cereal and a glitter phone case.
She was 5'3 of pure chaos and she was crying.

"Babe the milk expired and Fluffy ate my homework and the news said there's a war and I'm scared and also can you buy me banana milk??"

Fluffy was a 200-pound Caucasian attack dog that Namjoon trained to rip out throats.
Fluffy was currently wearing a pink bow and sleeping on jungkook's feet.

Namjoon closed his eyes. Pinched the bridge of his nose.
The entire board of directors was on Zoom behind him.
The head of the mafia council was on line 2.
And his wife was vibrating with anxiety in hello kitty slippers.

"...kookie." His voice was low. Cold. The same voice that made grown men confess crimes.
"Yes babe??" she sniffled, looking up at him with big, wet, galaxy-brain eyes.

"Come here."

She did. Immediately. And tripped over Fluffy. And spilled cereal on his 50k suit.

The Zoom call went dead silent.
Namjoon looked down at the milk on his Tom Ford. Then at his wife, who was now trying to wipe it with her sleeve and making it worse.

Something in him snapped.
Not anger.
Something worse.
Tenderness.

He sighed, picked her up bridal-style, cereal bowl and all, and sat in his CEO chair with her on his lap.

"Board meeting is cancelled," he told the screen, voice flat. "My wife had a crisis."

The 12 billionaires on Zoom nodded like their lives depended on it.

He hung up. Tossed the contract in the trash.
Then looked at jungkook.
"Did you eat?"
"No..."
"Are you scared?"
"A little..."
"Do you want boba?"
"YES!!! And ice cream!! And to watch cartoons!!"

Namjoon kissed her forehead. Then texted his assistant:
*'Buy the boba shop. Buy the ice cream factory. Buy the cartoon studio. And find out who said there's a war. I'll deal with them.'*

He could buy the whole world for her.
And he would.
Just to make that chaotic, loud, ridiculous girl stop crying.

Because *Kim Namjoon* was a mafia king.
A ghost. A monster.
But in this house, with milk on his suit and unicorns on his lap?
He was just YN's husband.
And he was completely, helplessly, owned.

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*3 hours later*
Jungkook accidentally livestreamed a mafia weapons deal because she thought the red button on Namjoon's phone was "to order pizza."
4 million people watched.

Namjoon shut down the internet of 2 countries to delete it.
Then came home and asked: "Babe... are you mad at me?"

The world feared Kim Namjoon.
Kim Namjoon feared disappointing Kim jungkook.

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INTRODUCTION
Kim namjoon

A mafia king
Own half of the country in Asia
CEO of the biggest company in Asia
Married to Jeon jungkook
Cold but soft only to his wife

Jeon jungkook now Kim jungkook

Married to Kim namjoon
Childish

Other chapter will be revealed in the story
Note jungkook is a girl.

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