BTS / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage
REQUEST: Heyyy,,,so I just finished reading your exo’s arranged marriage and how yn starts to slowly have feelings for them and I was wondering if u could do one for bts too….I mean if you’re fine with it tho!! But if u do, thank you in advanced💖
thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! ❤️
i’m also completely drained of ideas for this specific au thank god it’s the third of the three groups i write about shskdfj
Despite being a notorious member of the Mafia, your husband was always fair when it came to his favorite past-time activity – playing poker.
Ever since you were given away to him, you hated poker. Not necessarily because he played it, but because it brought all kinds of people to your house. It was already hard to get used to being a part of a Mafia family, and now you had to meet all of these other dangerous looking men and women.
You had admitted to Jin that you hated poker one time, and expected him to kick you out of the house immediately, but instead of that, he just watched you for a moment.
“Come watch me play,” he told you then. “I’m sure you’ll be impressed.”
“It’s not even about the game,” you said. “It’s just that there’s constantly some people hanging out here.”
“And you want to be alone with me, right?”
Blushing furiously, you turned away from him. “That’s not what I meant.”
Jin laughed at your reaction, but then he placed a hand on your shoulder to get you to turn back around. You did.
“Look, just come,” he said once your eyes met. “I’ll introduce you to everyone and if you still hate them, I’ll tell them to leave right away.”
You scoffed. “Yeah, tell them that this random girl doesn’t like them. That’ll get them to leave.”
“You’re not a random girl,” Jin said matter-of-factly. “You’re my wife.”
You wanted to tell him that it didn’t feel like it but chose to only have one argument at a time. Sighing, you nodded and the next time Jin’s poker buddies came (so, thirty minutes after you had this conversation with him), he took you with him to the basement, where they always played.
Surprisingly, as Jin walked around the table introducing you to everyone, you realized that these people only seemed rude and dangerous. Now they actually looked warm and friendly, as all of them smiled and waved at you.
“It’s sad to make you lose while your young wife’s watching,” a man, sitting adjacent to Jin, said.
“Oh, we’ll see who loses,” Jin replied with a small smirk.
You sat by his side the entire game. Sadly, you didn’t know much about poker and you were starting to get really bored but then Jin placed his hand on your knee, making you jump up slightly.
He leaned in to you to whisper something in your ear. “We’re winning.”
You gave him an excited smile and he went back to the game, retrieving his hand from your leg, forcing you to suddenly feel colder due to the lack of his warmth.
The game ended less than twenty minutes later. The man who had previously warned Jin about losing was the first one to stand up from the poker table.
“I don’t understand,” he said. “I know you’re good, Jin, I do. But you were incredible tonight. It almost feels like you’re cheating.”
Jin smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist before replying. “She’s my lucky charm.”
He has never been this affectionate before. Or maybe you just haven’t hung out with him enough for his affectionate side to come out. You definitely regretted that it took you this long to get here, sitting by the poker table, with proud smiles on your faces, while Jin’s poker friends slowly got up from the table to leave, muttering about how they would never play with him again.
You were bored the entire game, but you were certain you’d endure it again and again if you got him look at you with that look in his eyes.
You and Yoongi had an understanding. He knew that you didn’t want to get married to him and he accepted that. Why wouldn’t he? You were basically forced to marry him and leave your family behind.
However, he wanted to help you get used to this new life because frankly, there was no way out now that you were his actual wife. Those were the rules, at least in his family’s household: you either stayed married or you died.
You didn’t want to die and Yoongi didn’t want you to die, either. He may have seemed like a ruthless gangster to others, but when he came home, he tried to do everything he could to make this life easier for you.
One morning, you woke up to find a small velvet box on your bedside table. Confused, you reached a hand to open it and nearly dropped it in shock once you saw what was inside.
A huge diamond ring, reflecting the dim lighting of your bedroom, was placed in the box. A small note was attached to it, and carefully, worried that you’ll break the ring if you touched it, you picked the note up.
“We never actually got to get engaged. So, I’m proposing to you even though we’re already married. Will you marry me? :) x, Yoongi.”
You knew Yoongi well enough to know that he didn’t joke like that. He actually wanted you to have this ring. And there was no way you could have accepted it. It looked like it cost almost as much as this house.
So, you got out of bed, grabbed your robe and the ring, and headed to the shooting range where Yoongi usually was in the mornings.
“What is this?” you called out over the sound of shotguns, once you saw your husband.
He placed the safety lock on his gun before turning around to look at your expectant face.
“It’s a ring,” he said matter-of-factly and then quickly got concerned. “You don’t like it?”
“What? No, I love it,” you said. “But that’s not the point. I can’t accept this.”
“Of course, you can,” Yoongi placed the gun down and walked towards you. “I got it for you because I wanted you to know that you’re wanted. You’re not just an item that your parents gave away. You’re a human being. And you’re my wife.”
You had opened your mouth to argue further but his last sentence stole every possible argument from you. What could you have replied to that?
Your answer to his statement was in the form of an unexpected hug that almost knocked Yoongi down on the floor.
“Thank you,” you whispered as you felt him hug you back. “Thank you for making it feel like home in the furthest place from home I can imagine.”
Hoseok didn’t know you were in this restaurant. No one did, because you stopped by the door as soon as you entered since you saw your husband, albeit not a truly real one, sitting at a table with a girl you’ve never seen before.
“I’m sorry,” you heard Hoseok say to the girl. “But I’m married.”
That’s right, you thought, already feeling irrationally jealous, although you and him barely interacted when both of you were home.
“Yeah, I know,” the girl said, giggling. “My parents are arranging a marriage for me, too. But how real is an arranged marriage anyway? Who’s to say it’s not just a pretext to gain more power?”
You saw the girl extend her hand over the table and place it over Hoseok’s. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t gasp and attract everyone’s attention.
“I’m sorry,” Hoseok repeated and pulled his hand from under the girl’s. “But it’s very real.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” the girl leaned back in her chair and although you couldn’t see her face, you just knew she rolled her eyes. “No one ever stays faithful in an arranged marriage. There’s no point!”
“There is a point for me,” Hoseok said, standing up from his seat. “I’m planning to stay faithful to my wife because that is the whole point of a marriage. And it doesn’t matter that this marriage was not by choice. I truly wish you well, and hopefully, you change your attitude about this.”
He was about to walk away, but the girl grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Hoseok, wait—”
“Please let go of me,” he said. “Before my wife kills you.”
Cold ran through your body.
The girl let Hoseok go. “She’s here?”
Suddenly, you felt Hoseok’s gaze drift to you. How could he know that you’re here?!
“She’s always with me,” he told the girl, walking away from her and towards you.
You froze in the same spot as you watched him approach you, dreading the scolding you were about to receive. But Hoseok just stopped in front of you, extending his hand for you to take.
“Shall we go?” he asked.
Somehow managing to break through the fear, you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the restaurant. Right before you left, you turned around to look at the girl who was talking to Hoseok before. She was watching the two of you leave with wide eyes and jealousy so prominent that it was probably visible from Mars.
And although many times before you thought that being married to Hoseok was one of the worst things that could have happened to you, today you were proven otherwise.
You didn’t even know where this jealousy came from but you knew it was going to stay, although Hoseok just proved to you that you had nothing to be jealous of. He wasn’t even considering being unfaithful to you.
Ever since the wedding day, you’ve been very awkward around Namjoon. You did want to get to know him – he was your husband, after all – but he always looked really annoyed and frustrated with you, so you didn’t dare to strike up a conversation with him.
However, soon you got tired of answering your friends questions about your marriage by saying, “I don’t actually know what kind of person my husband is.” And that is why, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you dared to enter his bedroom.
“Namjoon?” you said as a way to announce yourself. “Can we talk?”
Namjoon looked away from his laptop to look at you. “About what?”
“I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you,” you said and then took a deep breath. “Do you want a divorce?”
Namjoon blinked his eyes, looking at you as if you’ve just spoken a foreign language.
“No..? Should I..?” he said, feeling too awkward and confused to form proper sentences.
“I don’t know. I just mean, like, we don’t even know each other,” you continued. “And I’m getting this vibe from you that you don’t particularly like me very much. Maybe even hate me.”
“Hate you?” Namjoon stood up from his chair. “Why do you think I hate you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with an awkward laugh. “You look at me like I’m the enemy of the nation, or something.”
Namjoon was going to reply something but then he changed his mind and looked down, thinking about something.
“I didn’t realize that,” he finally said. “It’s probably because I’m just a little uncomfortable. Obviously, I want to get to know you – very much, in fact. But I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I was lame by getting all excited about the prospect of actually… knowing my wife.”
You smiled at this. “You have every right to get excited about that.”
“Okay,” he nodded, smiling back. “I’m sorry I made it seem like I want to divorce you. Honestly, that’s the last thing I want.”
“Oh, that makes me feel better,” you said, exhaling in relief and making him laugh.
“Do you want to hang out tonight?” Namjoon asked then. “I don’t have to do any work, so I’m all free to finally get to know the person I’m spending the rest of my life with.”
For some reason, the term “for the rest of my life” made your heart beat faster.
You nodded, with a wide smile. “I’d love to do that.”
Being the wife of the heir of a Mafia family meant you had a lot of things normal people couldn’t even dream of. Normal marriage was not among these things, since you only saw your husband during mandatory family meetings or sometimes when you passed him in the hallway.
Another thing that wasn’t included in this job description was the guarantee that you’d get to do everything you wanted to do.
You couldn’t go out as much as you wanted to, and even the places that you could go to were limited. Which is why when you found out that your favorite band was coming to your city, you wanted to rip your hair out because you couldn’t go. Concerts were in a list of forbidden activities.
But you just couldn’t understand what the problem was. You knew a way to sneak your gun into the venue and you could have defended yourself if you had to. Hell, you could have defended at least five more people.
Your husband Jimin knew you were upset about that, how could he not? You complained about this for at least a million times. And Jimin felt guilty. He knew that the reason why you couldn’t go to this concert was because of his family. Your family had no such rules and if you hadn’t married Jimin, you wouldn’t have missed the event of a lifetime.
On the night of the concert, you had locked yourself inside of your room, refusing to open the door to anyone. You had warned them that you’d be mourning so they should have known that you weren’t going to open the door to anyone. And yet, someone kept knocking on your door. But since you ignored them, they seemed to go away.
And then, in the midst of suffocating silence that you spent regretting your existence, you heard your window start to open. Your second-floor window.
Jumping from your bed, you watched in horror as a blond head slowly appeared inside of your room.
“Jimin?!” you gasped at the sight of your husband. “What the hell are you doing outside of my window?”
“Well, you wouldn’t open your door,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if this was the most usual thing he’s ever done.
“Yes, and for a reason!” you said. “Well, come inside before you fall off the—”
“No, come here,” he shook his head and sat down on your windowsill. “I’m sneaking you out.”
“What?” you asked, still more confused than ever. “Where?”
“To the concert,” Jimin said, groaning. “Come on. Your windowsill is hurting me. Let’s go.”
“We can’t, Jimin, your family—”
“That’s why we’re sneaking out,” he said, extending his hand. “I know you want to see this band perform live and I’m your husband. I want to make all of your wishes come true. So, come, we’re going to be late.”
Shaking your head in disbelief, you grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you climb out the window and down the ledge until you reached the floor safely and without being caught.
And you didn’t know if this was the adrenaline or the excitement of finally getting to see your favorite band, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you were sure no one has ever done so much for you before, and you couldn’t help but feel so much affection for this blond boy, making your dream come true, despite knowing very well that this will get him in a lot of trouble.
The last thing your mother said before she gave you away to Taehyung was to give him his freedom.
“It’s the most important thing in an arranged marriage,” she told you. “Let him date other women. Let him do what he wants to do. At the end of the day, he’s still your husband. This is the key to having a successful marriage.”
“But what about love?” you had asked her.
She laughed at your naïve voice. “Love isn’t real, sweetheart.”
Somehow, you thought her advice was probably the most insane thing you’ve ever heard but could you argue with her? She has seen more arranged marriages in her life than you have. Actually, she was in one with your father. She had to know better, right?
And Taehyung didn’t particularly mind it. He loved socializing and meeting new people. He wasn’t as good on the field with a gun, but he was fantastic at making new connections, and he was always organizing meetings with potential clients. You thought some of these “clients” had to be girls that he was seeing in secret. You told him you didn’t care if he went on dates with other girls, and Taehyung was a little surprised at first.
He thought he’d test the waters, and set out for a date a few nights after you gave him the green light to date whoever he wanted to date.
You felt a lot of different emotions after he left. The most prominent of which was the sad realization that you didn’t like the fact that he was on a date with a different woman. Sure, you didn’t choose to get married, but it still didn’t feel right.
About twenty minutes after Taehyung left, you heard the door of your house open. Confused, you left your bedroom and walked right into Taehyung in the hallway.
“What are you—”
Before you could even express your confusion, he wrapped his arms around you, knocking all breath out of you.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Once he relieved his grip on you, you managed to finally find your voice. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t like this,” he said, pulling away from you, to look you in the eyes. “I don’t like that we’re not exclusive. We’re married, for the love of God! I couldn’t even enter the restaurant. I don’t know what I expected. I can’t date other women. I’m married!”
“Taehyung, I told you it was okay—”
“It is not okay,” he shook his head, not even letting you finish. “It is the furthest thing from okay and I don’t care what you say. I’m never dating anyone else. Why would I? I have you. You’re my wife.”
“Please don’t say anything else,” Taehyung said. “I think I need to take a shower to wash this guilt off. God, I can’t believe I even considered to go on a date with someone else. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.”
You watched him walk away from you to enter the closest bathroom, while you tried to recover from this shock. Taehyung refused to even consider going on a date with anyone else because of you. Because you were his wife.
Your mother was wrong, after all. Love was real. And it was right around the corner.
You hated the idea of getting married because your parents told you to. You knew your sister was in an arranged marriage but you were still naively hoping you wouldn’t have to suffer the same destiny. You even had a boyfriend that your parents were slowly warming up to, so you had hoped he’d be the one for you.
Until one day your parents brought Jungkook to your house to introduce him to you.
“This is the man you’ll marry, Y/n,” your father said, shattering your entire world into pieces.
You were forced to break up with your boyfriend to marry this complete stranger. To say you hated him was an understatement.
Jungkook knew this. You told him this right after your wedding, and even though you knew it wasn’t his fault you two had to get married, you still hated him nevertheless.
One night, about a month after the wedding, you were sulking in your bed – as you did every night – looking at old pictures of you and your now ex-boyfriend. Just as you entered his Facebook page, however, you froze.
His profile picture was of him kissing another girl.
You thought you were seeing things as you looked at the picture. Then, you checked who the girl was and found out from her Facebook that she started dating him a few weeks after you got married to Jungkook.
You couldn’t believe this as you angrily slammed your laptop shut and tried to distract yourself by thinking about something else to keep the tears from coming.
Somewhere in the distance, you heard the door of your bedroom open.
“Y/n?” Jungkook’s careful voice sounded. “Is everything okay?”
You covered your face with your hands, not replying to his question and hoping he would just go away and leave you alone.
“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, staying in the room. Not only that, but he also sat down on your bed next to you.
Taking a deep breath, you chose to give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your lowest.
“My ex-boyfriend is in a new relationship,” you told him. “He seemed to move on in just two weeks while I spent all of this time missing him.”
Jungkook was not satisfied. In fact, his face twisted in anger.
“What a piece of shit,” he said. “Do you want me to kill him?”
You almost laughed. “Yeah, like you could do that.”
“Of course I could,” Jungkook said in a serious tone. “You’re my wife. I could do anything for you. Besides, I am in the Mafia and he’s just a low-life.”
You looked at Jungkook again. His eyes looked genuine and you were surprised to feel somehow drawn in to him.
“I just don’t understand it,” you said, sighing. “He told me he loved me. Hell, he proved that many times. Or so I thought…”
“Please don’t start doubting your relationship now,” Jungkook told you. “He could have really loved you. Maybe he still does.”
“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be kissing some other girl if he still had feelings for me.”
“People choose interesting ways to move on,” he said. “And he seems like the type of guy to find a rebound girl to get over his ex. He’s the perfect definition of an asshole. I think you really dodged a bullet by marrying me instead.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at this.
When you turned your head, you saw a smile on Jungkook’s face, too. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug or comfort you in a more intimate way than just with his words, but he didn’t dare. Looking down, you leaned into him and placed your head on his shoulder, showing him that it was okay to touch you. After you heard him breathe in sharply, he placed a hand on your waist, finally finding the courage to pull you closer to him.
You stayed like that for so long that you lost track of time and your neck hurt from holding it on his shoulder for so long. But it felt too good to move. It felt right. It felt like this was where you were supposed to be.