Marriage with Mafia |Jimin ff|✓

The soft hum of conversation filled the cozy coffee shop. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint sound of a jazz playlist.

Y/n sat by the window, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her coffee cup. She glanced at her watch, her brows furrowing slightly as the time ticked by.

Her brown eyes darted towards the entrance as the bell chimed, signaling a new arrival. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.

Taehyung walked in, his tall, commanding figure drawing every gaze in the room. His black hair was styled perfectly, his tailored suit hinting at his affluent status. He exuded confidence, a quiet magnetism that made people pause and admire.

Y/n waved her hand to catch his attention. He spotted her almost immediately and strode over with long, purposeful steps. He slid into the chair opposite her, his lips curving into a small smile.

"Where were you, Taehyung?" Y/n's voice carried a tinge of frustration. "I've been waiting for so long! I needed to talk to you, and you..."

"Sorry, babe," Taehyung interrupted, his tone smooth but unapologetic. "I was caught up in a meeting. That's why I'm late. What's so important that you couldn't say it over the phone?"

Y/n sighed deeply, her expression softening slightly. "Actually, my parents want to get me married."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Married?" he repeated, his tone neutral.

"Yes," Y/n continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. "They've invited my family to dinner tonight at their house to discuss it."

"So?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head slightly, his voice calm but uninterested.

"So, I want to marry you, Taehyung," Y/n said, her voice firm yet tinged with vulnerability. "Will you marry me?"

Taehyung's expression flickered, a momentary surprise crossing his face before he masked it with a neutral smile. He didn't respond immediately, which made Y/n repeat herself, her voice more desperate this time.

"Listen, Taehyung," she began again. "We've been in a relationship for four years. Please talk to my parents about our marriage. My father wants me to marry the son of one of his old friends, and I don't even know him. Will you come and talk to my parents about us?"

For a moment, Taehyung seemed to consider her words. Then he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Y/n, I will definitely come... but not today. Give me three or four days. For now, go to their house tonight."

"So that means you'll marry me?" Y/n asked, her voice laced with hope.

"Of course, my love," Taehyung replied, his tone affectionate, his eyes steady on hers.

Y/n's face broke into a soft smile, relief washing over her. But what she didn't know was that behind Taehyung's composed exterior, his thoughts were far from sincere.

As Y/n sipped her coffee, reassured by his promise, Taehyung's gaze flicked briefly to the window. His expression grew distant, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint, unreadable smirk. What she heard was his agreement, but his heart and mind held an entirely different truth.

~~~

The large glass windows of Taehyung's office allowed the evening sunlight to stream in, casting long shadows over the sleek, modern furniture.

Jungkook sat casually in one of the chairs across from the desk, his arms folded, a curious expression on his face as he watched Taehyung stride in.

As Taehyung entered, he tossed his phone onto the desk and loosened his tie, letting out a sigh. His usual calm demeanor seemed slightly ruffled.

"So," Jungkook began, leaning forward with a smirk. "Why did Y/n call you so urgently? You looked stressed when you left earlier."

Taehyung scoffed, running a hand through his dark hair as he sat down in his chair. "She called me to talk about some nonsense."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Nonsense? What kind of nonsense?"

"She wants me to talk to her parents about our marriage," Taehyung replied with a hint of irritation, reclining back in his chair.

"That's good, isn't it?" Jungkook said, his tone light.

"Good?" Taehyung repeated, shaking his head with a dry laugh. "It's ridiculous. I don't want to marry her."

Jungkook's playful expression turned serious. "Then why have you been with her all these years? If you don't see a future with her, you should've broken things off long ago."

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. "I was just passing time. She was fun to be with, but now she's started dreaming of something bigger—marriage. That's not what I signed up for."

Jungkook frowned. "That's still wrong, Taehyung. If you're not serious about her, you should've been honest from the start. Leading her on like this..."

"Look," Taehyung interrupted, leaning forward with an edge to his voice. "I never promised her anything. She made her own assumptions. I don't have feelings for her, and I never once thought about marrying her."

Jungkook shook his head in disapproval. "You're doing her wrong, Taehyung. If you knew she was serious about you, you should've ended things before it got this far."

Taehyung smirked slightly, leaning back in his chair. "You seem very sympathetic, Kook. If you feel so bad for her, why don't you marry her instead?"

Jungkook let out a small laugh and stood up, adjusting his blazer. "I would, but right now I'm too busy with my dad's business to think about marriage." He gave Taehyung a pointed look. "Just don't take things too far, Tae. You're playing with her feelings, and that's not something to take lightly."

With that, Jungkook grabbed his phone from the table and walked toward the door. "I'll see you later," he said over his shoulder before leaving the office.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Taehyung's smirk faded. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest as he stared at the ceiling. Despite his confidence, Jungkook's words lingered in his mind, leaving a faint trace of unease.

~~~

The evening sun had started to set, casting a warm glow through the curtains in Y/n's room. She sat by the window, staring out into the fading light, lost in thought. Her mind was a whirl of emotions, and her heart was heavy with the burden of an impending decision she couldn't avoid. Her parents had already made up their minds, and tonight, everything would change.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, pulling Y/n out of her reverie. She looked up, and her gaze met her mother's stern eyes.

"Y/n, you are not ready yet," her mother said, her voice sharp with impatience.

Y/n let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. "I don't want to marry."

Her mother's face tightened with anger. "Y/n!! You are saying this in front of me? But don't you dare say it in front of your father," she warned, her tone low but threatening.

"But mom..." Y/n tried to protest, her voice trembling slightly.

"What is the reason that you don't want to get married?" Her mother's voice was now a mix of frustration and concern, cutting through Y/n's hesitance.

Y/n took a deep breath, gathering her courage to speak her heart. "B-because I am in love with s-someone else... and the one you both want to marry me to, I have not even seen him till today." She blurted it out, her words hanging in the air like a heavy weight.

Her mother's face hardened, and she stepped closer to Y/n. "Listen, don't do this nonsense. Do you think your father would allow you to marry someone else? Forget whoever you love. Get ready and come downstairs now. And be careful not to say anything foolish in front of anyone. You mustn't spoil your father's mood. Do you understand?"

Y/n felt the weight of her mother's words crashing down on her. She couldn't help but feel helpless, as if her own desires meant nothing in the face of her family's expectations.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back, determined not to let her mother see her weakness. "But what will happen to my studies? What about my future?"

Her mother's expression softened, though only slightly. "We're going to their house right now. We'll talk about your studies later. Just... come downstairs now. Your father and I are waiting for you."

As her mother turned and walked out of the room, Y/n sat there for a moment, frozen. Her heart ached, her thoughts tangled in a mess of fear and uncertainty. She wiped away the tear that had slipped down her cheek, fighting the overwhelming sadness she felt.

Her mother's words echoed in her mind, and despite the heaviness in her chest, she stood up slowly, walking toward the closet to get ready. Tonight, she would have to wear the mask of compliance, even though inside, she was screaming.



After a while,

Y/n stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger. The soft dress she had chosen fit her perfectly, but it felt like a costume. Her makeup was flawless, but it couldn't hide the hollowness in her eyes. She adjusted the necklace around her neck, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself.

With a deep breath, she stepped out of her room and walked down the stairs. Her parents were waiting in the living room, her father pacing impatiently while her mother double-checked her handbag.

As Y/n descended, her father's sharp gaze landed on her. His brows furrowed as he took in her expression-sad, distant, and weighed down by the storm of emotions she was trying to hide.

"If you go with this face, anyone will see you and understand that this marriage is not happening according to your will," her father said, his tone cutting and cold.

Y/n stopped at the last step, looking at him with tired eyes. "Don't worry, I'll put a fake smile on my face on the way. No one will doubt," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with sadness.

Her father huffed, clearly dissatisfied but unwilling to argue further. He picked up his car keys and headed toward the door.

"Let's go," he ordered.

Her mother followed him silently, glancing back at Y/n with a mixture of concern and frustration. Y/n took a moment to steel herself, wiping the corners of her eyes discreetly before stepping into the world where she would have to perform a role she had no say in.

As she followed her parents to the car, the weight of the evening pressed down on her shoulders. She climbed into the back seat, the cold leather against her skin mirroring the chill in her heart.

She stared out of the window as the car pulled out of the driveway, practicing the fake smile she would wear tonight, knowing it would have to convince everyone except herself.

~~~

The elegant chatter and clinking of glasses filled the lavish living room of the Park Mansion. Mr. Park and Y/n's father laughed heartily, their voices echoing off the high ceilings. Mrs. Park and Y/n's mother exchanged polite smiles, though Y/n's mother's attention occasionally drifted toward her daughter.

Y/n sat quietly, her head bowed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She wasn't listening to the conversation; her thoughts were a whirlwind of dread and uncertainty.

The pressure in her stomach grew, and soon it was too much to ignore. She leaned toward Mrs. Park, her voice trembling slightly.

"Where is the washroom, aunty?" Y/n asked, louder than she intended.

The lively conversation came to an abrupt halt. Everyone turned to look at her. Y/n's mother's face turned red with embarrassment, and her father's expression darkened.

Mrs. Park, however, smiled graciously. "It's upstairs, dear. First door on the right."

Without another word, Y/n stood and hurried toward the staircase. As she ascended, she heard her mother's voice behind her. "Apologies for her childish behavior," she said, forcing a laugh.

"It's alright," Mrs. Park replied warmly. "These things happen."

Y/n's mother nodded, but her rigid posture betrayed her annoyance.

Upstairs, Y/n slowed her pace, her steps echoing in the quiet hallway. The corridor was lined with identical doors, each leading to who-knew-where. She hesitated, unsure which one was the washroom.

She opened the first door cautiously. Inside was a room bathed in shadows, its elegant furnishings outlined faintly in the dim light. The bed was perfectly made, the shelves neatly arranged. It was someone's bedroom.

"I hope this is the right place," she murmured, stepping inside.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on another door. She opened it tentatively and let out a sigh of relief-it was the washroom. She stepped inside, grateful for a moment of solitude.

As she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it, taking a deep breath. For a brief moment, the overwhelming weight of the evening seemed to lift. Little did she know that her presence in this room would change everything.

~~~

The murmur of conversation in the grand Park Mansion was interrupted by the sound of firm footsteps approaching the lounge. The laughter and polite exchanges quieted as everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the sound.

Park Jimin entered the room, his presence commanding attention. Dressed in a sleek black suit, his tie slightly loosened, and his hair perfectly styled, he exuded an air of sophistication and cold authority. His sharp gaze swept across the room briefly before settling on his father.

"Jimin, I was just telling our guests about you," Mr. Park began, his voice tinged with pride.

Jimin, however, raised a hand slightly, interrupting him. "Yes, Dad," he said coolly, his tone polite but detached. His expression remained unreadable as he turned to the guests.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunty," he said, bowing slightly out of respect. "I hope you’re both doing well."

Y/n’s parents smiled, though the intensity of Jimin’s demeanor seemed to leave them momentarily speechless.

"I’ve just returned from the office," Jimin continued, his voice even but distant. "If you’ll excuse me, I need to freshen up. I’ll join you shortly."

Before anyone could respond, Jimin gave a slight nod and turned toward the staircase. His steps were unhurried but purposeful, his back straight as he ascended to the upper floor.

Y/n’s father leaned closer to Mr. Park, whispering with a chuckle, "Quite the disciplined young man you’ve raised."

Mr. Park smiled faintly, though he glanced toward the stairs with a hint of unease. Jimin’s cold tone hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Upstairs, Jimin’s footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway. He loosened his tie further, running a hand through his hair. He knew why the guests were there, and he wasn’t thrilled about it.

~~~

The soft rustling of the curtains swaying in the breeze caught Y/n's attention as she stood in front of the glass wall, captivated by the breathtaking view outside. The city lights sparkled like stars against the darkening sky, and for a moment, she forgot where she was.

"Wow... what a beautiful view," she murmured to herself, her voice filled with awe.

Unbeknownst to her, the door behind her opened with a quiet click. Park Jimin entered the room, his sharp eyes narrowing as he spotted a figure standing near the window. His steps slowed as confusion crossed his features.

"Who…?" he muttered under his breath, his gaze scanning the unfamiliar presence.

Without making a sound, he placed his bag on the bed and moved closer to the intruder. His steps were deliberate and silent, his posture rigid with suspicion. Standing just behind her, Jimin’s presence loomed like a shadow.

Feeling the shift in the air, Y/n froze. A chill ran down her spine, and her heart started to race. Slowly, she turned around, her wide eyes locking onto Jimin’s intense gaze.

Her lips parted to let out a scream, but Jimin was quicker. In one swift motion, he clamped his hand over her mouth, his grip firm but controlled.

"Don’t," he said coldly, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Before she could process what was happening, he pulled a gun from his pocket, pressing the barrel lightly against her stomach. Her breath hitched, panic evident in her eyes as her hands instinctively grabbed his wrist in a futile attempt to push him away.

"If you scream," Jimin began, his tone icy and unyielding, "I won’t hesitate to empty this gun into you."

Y/n’s eyes widened further, tears brimming at the edges as she frantically nodded, her muffled protests silenced by his hand.

"Did you understand me?" Jimin asked, leaning in slightly, his dark eyes locked onto hers. His gaze was unreadable, a mixture of dominance and curiosity.

She nodded again, this time more vigorously, her movements trembling with fear.

The cold pressure of the gun against Y/n's stomach made her legs weak, her breaths shallow and shaky. She tried to find her voice, but fear gripped her tightly.

Jimin's cold gaze pierced her as he demanded again, his voice sharp and impatient. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Y/n stammered, barely able to form words. "I... I a-am—"

Jimin interrupted her, his smirk dark and knowing. "Choi's daughter?"

Her eyes widened as she nodded slowly. He chuckled, but there was no warmth in his laughter, only a mocking edge that made her shiver.

"So," Jimin said, his tone laced with disdain, "my parents want me to marry a timid little thing like you?"

The pressure of the gun increased, and Y/n began to sweat, her hands trembling. "P-Please remove this gu-gun from my stomach," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Jimin stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he finally lowered the gun. Y/n let out a shaky breath, her knees threatening to give way.

She turned quickly, ready to escape, but Jimin's arm shot out, his palm slamming against the glass wall. He caged her in with a smirk, his other hand resting on the opposite side, leaving no room for her to slip away.

Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, too scared to meet his intense gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest, loud enough for both of them to hear.

"P-please let m-me... go," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimin leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. "This is my room," he said coldly. "You don't get to come in here, and you definitely don't get to leave without my permission."

"I-I didn't know... I-I was looking for the w-washroom," she stammered, her words stumbling over each other. "Please let me go. I–I won't come here again."

Jimin tilted his head, his smirk growing more menacing. "What's the rush?" he teased. "I think I should take a good look at you first."

Y/n’s head snapped up at his words, her terrified eyes meeting his. The dim light in the room illuminated his face just enough for her to take in his sharp features—his mesmerizing siren eyes, the small nose, and the plush lips that curved into a wicked smirk.

Her heart pounded harder, the sound filling her ears as she struggled to keep herself calm.

Jimin’s gaze wandered from her eyes down to her trembling lips. His voice softened, almost as if he were talking to himself. "Petal," he murmured.

"H-Huh?" Y/n blinked, confused, her fear momentarily overtaken by surprise.

Jimin’s face inched closer, his intense gaze fixed on her lips. Sensing his intentions, Y/n instinctively pressed her lips into a thin line, hoping to deter him.

His smirk faded, and he looked back into her eyes, searching for something. The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating, as the air grew heavier with unspoken tension.

He leaned in even closer, his lips a breath away from hers. Y/n’s breathing hitched, her heart hammering so loudly it felt like it might burst out of her chest.

Before anything could happen, a sharp knock echoed through the room, shattering the moment.

"Ma’am Choi? If you're here, please come downstairs," the maid called out from behind the door.

Y/n didn’t wait. Taking advantage of the distraction, she slipped away from Jimin's cage, her steps hurried and unsteady as she bolted toward the door.

Jimin didn’t stop her. He stood still, watching her leave with a small, amused smirk on his lips.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Jimin leaned back against the glass wall, his smirk deepening.

"Petal," he repeated softly, the word lingering in the room like an unspoken promise.

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