Y/n looked at Jimin, confused. "What?"
Jimin leaned in, his smirk widening. "A hug. If you hug me, I’ll let you go to the party."
She blinked, processing his request. It wasn’t like they hadn’t hugged before. In fact, they hugged often—even while sleeping. It wasn’t a big deal. After a moment of thought, she nodded.
"Okay, fine."
Taking a step forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. His warmth instantly surrounded her. Jimin, in return, encircled her with his arms, pulling her even closer. His grip was firm yet gentle, and she felt his breath against her neck as he nuzzled into her skin.
A shiver ran down her spine. Even though she was used to his touch, it still managed to send goosebumps across her skin. The embrace lasted longer than she expected, and she couldn’t help but wonder—why did he ask for this all of a sudden?
Jimin finally pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning her face. His thumb brushed against her cheek for a brief second before he spoke.
"You can go now. But come back early. The driver will be waiting for you."
Y/n nodded. "Okay."
Without another word, she stepped away and walked toward the washroom to get ready. Jimin watched her figure disappear behind the door before he let out a small chuckle to himself. Then, turning on his heels, he left the room as well.
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Jimin stepped into the dimly lit parking area, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor. Rows of luxury vehicles stood neatly parked, their sleek surfaces reflecting the faint glow of the overhead lights.
As soon as he appeared, one of the drivers immediately approached him and bowed. "Sir."
Jimin barely spared him a glance before speaking in a firm, low voice. "Drop her off wherever she tells you, but don’t lose sight of her—not for a second." His tone was sharp, leaving no room for questions.
The driver nodded. "Understood, sir."
Jimin’s gaze darkened. "Once you’ve confirmed that she’s arrived at the party location, call me immediately."
The driver straightened his posture. "As you say, sir."
Jimin adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his expression unreadable. He didn’t trust easily, and when it came to Y/n, trust wasn’t something he was willing to gamble with. With a final nod, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.
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The car slowed to a halt in front of a grand mansion. Y/n quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She turned back to the driver, keeping her voice steady.
"Now you can go," she said, offering a small, reassuring smile.
The driver gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable, and reversed the car before driving off. She watched the taillights disappear down the road, waiting a few seconds to be sure he was gone.
Taking a deep breath, Y/n turned on her heel and started walking—not towards the mansion, but towards her real destination: the club.
Unbeknownst to her, the driver hadn’t truly left. He had only parked at a distance, his eyes carefully tracking her every move.
As she neared the club, the pounding bass of the music vibrated through the ground beneath her feet. Outside, a small crowd gathered near the entrance, the flashing neon lights casting colorful reflections on their faces.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
Romance(Editing is going on) Y/n marries for her father's happiness but she doesn't know that her husband is a mafia. She also had a boyfriend in the past. What will happen when both of them find out about each other's secret? It's just a fanfiction.
