The drive to the Grand Hyatt Hotel took about twenty minutes.
The cityscape shifted-towering buildings, luxury stores, then finally... the grand entrance of a brand-new five-star hotel.*
A massive red carpet stretched from the main doors to where their cars stopped. Paparazzi were already there-cameras flashing for arriving guests.*
Namjoon tightened his grip on Jin's hand slightly as their car slowed: *showtime.***
The Maybach came to a smooth stop.
The paparazzi immediately swarmed-the flash of cameras blinding as they waited for Namjoon and Jin to step out.*
Jimin's car pulled up behind them, then Taehyung's... the gang members ready to follow their boss inside.*
Namjoon exhaled quietly-*mission mode activated.* He turned his head slightly toward Jin:*
"...Stay close."*
A quiet warning. A reminder: *This isn't just a party.**
The car door opened.
A flurry of camera flashes erupted-paparazzi shouting, cameras clicking rapidly.*
Namjoon stepped out first, tall and imposing in his black tuxedo. The crowd *immediately* focused on him-everyone recognizing the infamous mafia king.*
He turned back... and held out his hand to Jin.*
And of course-they *knew* Jin too.
The moment he stepped out beside Namjoon, a new wave of frenzied shouting erupted:
*"Jin! Jin-ssi!"*
*"Look at them together again!"*
*"They're so perfect-just like their wedding day!"***
Flashbulbs exploded nonstop. The public adored the young, elegant husband of Seoul's most powerful man.*
Namjoon kept his expression neutral-but his arm curled around Jin's waist protectively as they walked up the red carpet side by side.**
The cameras loved them-*Namjoon and Jin: the mafia king and his delicate, beautiful husband.*
Every step they took was photographed. Every glance shared between them captured in high definition.*
Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook followed behind-forming a loose protective formation around Namjoon's back as they approached the hotel entrance.*
Reporters shouted questions through megaphones:*
*"Are you happy? How's married life?"*
*"Any children plans yet?"***
Namjoon ignored the reporters' questions-his face unreadable, jaw slightly tight.
He didn't like being shouted at. Didn't like personal inquiries about his life.*
Jin, however... gave a small polite smile to the cameras-not answering anything, but showing kindness that made fans scream even louder.*
*So sweet! So gentle!*
*I wish I was married to Namjoon-ssi!!*
A bodyguard stepped forward and opened the grand glass doors-their way inside finally clear.**
They stepped into the luxurious lobby.
Crystal chandeliers, marble floors, soft classical music playing in the background-every detail screamed *wealth and power.***
The party was already underway: elite guests chatting with champagne flutes, businessmen networking... eyes turning toward Namjoon as soon as he entered.*
A hush fell for a split second-then murmurs started:*
*"There he is."*
*"Who's that guy with him?"* (meaning Jin)*
Yong-sun-tall, charismatic, and dressed in a sharp navy suit-immediately walked toward them with a wide smile.*
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mafia's promise
Fanfiction" I don't think you love me, You just love my body and that's why you brought me here " Jin said with tears flowing from his eyes These words went like a knife cutting through namjoon's heart, A flood of anger surged in his body " Don't you ever dar...
