Prompt Game (BTS)

Jin+💎🎤💍

(mafia+idolverse+wedding)

part of the

pairing: idol!jin x mafiaprincess!female reader

genre: S2L, mafia!AU, idolverse

word count: 1.315

a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for some days and I think it's finally time for it 💕 welcome home Jinnie 💕

You sit before your white vanity, the gleaming surface cluttered with an array of luxurious cosmetics and elegant hairbrushes. Your mascara has betrayed you, running down your cheeks in black rivulets, leaving a trail of the evening's turmoil etched on your face. With each stroke of the brush through your glossy hair, you try to find some semblance of calm, but your reflection only deepens your despair. There, in the mirror, you catch sight of the poster of Kim Seokjin, his perfect smile seeming to mock your misery. The world around you is crumbling, the facade of your protected life shattering into pieces.

As the princess of the second-largest mafia gang in South Korea, the Parks, you had always known there were dark corners to your existence. Your father's empire thrived on fear, extortion, and ruthless enforcement. Yet, you were kept far removed from the brutal realities of mafia life. You were the cherished daughter, homeschooled and surrounded by bodyguards, living in a gilded cage. The mansion was your kingdom, yet it was also your prison. Every need was catered to, every luxury at your fingertips, but freedom was a concept you only read about in books. You never questioned why you were kept so isolated, so protected from the outside world. That is, until tonight.

Tonight, everything became clear. You had been groomed, shaped, and prepared for a singular purpose: to be a bargaining chip in your father's strategic game. The realisation hit you like a tidal wave, drowning you in despair. You were to be sold off in marriage when the time was right, when an alliance was needed. And that time had come.

For years, you had harboured a secret love for Kim Seokjin, the idol whose debut had ignited a spark in your heart. You were captivated by his broad shoulders, his soft dark hair, his piercing eyes, and those beautiful lips that seemed to promise the world. His voice was your solace, his personality a light in your dark world. You had never been able to attend fan events, concerts, or meet-and-greets because of your sheltered life. Instead, you collected his merchandise in secret, hiding it in your lavish room that resembled more a suite than a single bedroom. The only visible sign of your affection was the poster hanging behind you, a silent testament to your hidden love. Your father and the staff remained oblivious to your infatuation with a man who symbolised everything you longed for but could never have.

Tonight, the weight of your reality feels heavier than ever, as you prepare for a dinner with the Chois, a minor gang with valuable port access your father needed. They were repulsive in both appearance and character, but your father didn't care. He was ready to sell you off to their son for the alliance, ignoring your feelings entirely. The tears flow again as you look at Seokjin's smiling face in the mirror, your heart breaking under the weight of your shattered dreams.

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Days and weeks blur together as the wedding draws inexorably closer. Your days are consumed with endless preparations, though you have little say in any of the decisions. You feel like a marionette, pushed and pulled from one place to another, forced to wear a mask of happiness and pride as the daughter of the Park family. Lavish bridal boutiques become routine stops, where you are fitted into exquisite gowns adorned with pearls and lace, the finest fabrics brushing against your skin. Opulent banquet halls are booked, florists arrange towering bouquets of rare flowers, and chefs create intricate menus for the grand celebration. Yet, despite the splendour, you feel detached, merely playing a role in this grand spectacle.

The only refuge you have is the music of Seokjin, which has always been and always will be your sanctuary. His songs are a lifeline, a soothing balm for your troubled soul amidst the whirlwind of wedding preparations. Each night, as you close your eyes, his voice is the last thing you hear, a reminder of a world beyond your gilded cage.

One morning, the mansion is thrown into chaos. Staff members rush around frantically, preparing every corner for unexpected guests. You stop a passing maid to ask what's happening, and she breathlessly informs you that the Kims, the most powerful mafia gang in South Korea, are arriving in less than fifteen minutes to discuss business with your father. The Kims are known for their meticulous planning, so their sudden visit sparks your curiosity and concern. They are an old mafia dynasty, almost royalty in the criminal underworld, with a history stretching back hundreds of years.

You remember seeing their heir, Kim Namjoon, at a ball when you were just a little girl. Even then, he carried an air of authority and power that left a lasting impression on you. Despite this brief encounter, your insight into the workings of the mafia world remains limited. The surprise and tension in the air are palpable, and you can't help but wonder what this impromptu visit signifies.

Half an hour later, your father summons you to join the meeting. Your heart pounds as you make your way to his study, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. What could this possibly mean? Nothing prepares you for the sight that greets you when you enter the room.

There, opposite your father, sits Mr. Kim, the patriarch of the Kim family. To his left is Kim Namjoon, and to his right, Kim Seokjin. The men rise and bow with stoic expressions as your father introduces you. He then turns to Seokjin and says, "This is your future husband." The words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you frozen at the doorway, your mouth agape and your hand still clutching the handle.

Seokjin's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the room fades away. He gives you a brief smile and a wink, a small gesture that somehow cuts through your shock. You stand there, struggling to process the scene before you. Seokjin, the idol whose voice has been your sanctuary, is now standing before you as your betrothed. The contrast between his public persona and the reality of this moment leaves you reeling.

Your father's voice breaks through your haze. "Please, come in," he says, motioning for you to take a seat. You move mechanically, your mind still trying to catch up with the rapid turn of events. As you sit down, you can feel Seokjin's gaze on you, but you can't bring yourself to look at him directly.

The discussion that follows is a blur. Words like "alliance," "power," and "future" float around you, but they barely register. All you can think about is Seokjin. His presence here, in this context, feels surreal. The man whose music has been your only escape from your gilded cage is now part of the very world you longed to avoid.

As the meeting progresses, you steal glances at Seokjin. His demeanor is calm and composed, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside you. You wonder if he feels the same turmoil, or if he is merely playing his part in this grand scheme orchestrated by powers beyond your control.

When the meeting finally ends, your father speaks to you privately. "This union will secure our position," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. You nod, the weight of his words settling heavily on your shoulders.

That night, as you lie in bed, the reality of your situation sinks in. You are to marry Kim Seokjin, the man whose music has been your only solace. But what does that mean for you? For him? The questions swirl in your mind, leaving you restless and uncertain about the future. The only thing you know for sure is that your life is about to change in ways you never imagined.