The Mafia Boss's Captive (Jimin x Reader)

Chapter 19

"What?" I start laughing and punch his arm. "You prankster, you got me good this time!" I laugh.

"....I'm not joking. I want you to be my wife in public,"

"That doesn't make sense! Don't you think it would look suspicious to the public eye?" I ask.

"Young people do it all the time in Korea. We can pretend that this was an arranged marriage or....we can pretend we have had this romance between us since we were children," I frown. The actual idea of being married to him doesn't seem too bad, but the idea of having an arranged marriage is just so....oof.

"Ok, fine! I'll do it. On one condition, tell me why you want us to pretend in public. Why does the Mafia leader Park Jimin need a wife?" I ask.

"Because I need to establish a proper family. Since I took over the business, I need to run a household of my own. I'll get you a ring for outside but we are not actually getting married, okay? Just play along and be my wife. No one knows except you and I. Not even my parents," I nod and giggle as he shushes me.

"I'll give the ring to you tomorrow, but tell Taehyung that you left it at home because it's too valuable if he asks, and we had a registered wedding,"

Lunch finally comes, and we outside! Get this: Jimin knows how to drive! He wanted to stay low key so he got in and started driving himself. I have never been in the front seat either.
"Remember, Taehyung doesn't know. Just pretend you're my girlfriend, but when he asks, say we got married," He comments. I nod at him.
"Oooo I've never eaten at a resteraunt before," I say, rubbing my hands together.

"What? I thought you said you weren't poor," Jimin asks, and I don't blame him.
"We were in hiding. Your soldiers are everywhere. We couldn't go out without avoiding confrontation so my parents just didn't take me," Jimin nods in understanding. Those people were probably his friend's troops.
"Hey, so who runs the American cities?" I ask.
"Hm? Oh yes, Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon but since our tribe got cut down....Min Yoongi is officially in charge of the States and is running it with Namjoon hyung. Both of them are doing a great job. Look at the time, we're almost late. Oh! And I have a meeting with Yoongi hyung at 7 tomorrow,"

"In the morning?" He nods.
"Whoa, I couldn't handle that," I comment and we are silent the rest of the ride. I guess it got too awkward for us to talk about anything. Right when we pull up, there is a familiar face in the car next to us.
"Taehyung!" I call out and wave at him. When I step out of the car, I see a beautiful girl who has the prettiest golden locks of hair and a dress that could kill. A long dark navy blue dress with matching blue shoes and a golden purse. She looks made from money.
Before we get out of the car, Jimin stops me.
"Remember our relationship. From now on we are husband and wife. We also got married legally through signing papers,"
"Got it," Jimin smiles at me and lightly pats my back.
"Loosen up a little, we're with friends!" He has a sparkle in his eye. I nod and then get out of the car. He offers me his arm and I gladly accept as we follow Tae and his lady friend into the fancy dining area.
"Hey Tae, good catch," I whisper to him.

"I know right? I'm planning to propose tonight, actually," I nearly spit out my drink when he says that.
"No, you can't propose to her! You've only known each other for a month. You need to know each other for a good year to get married,"

Jimin coughs loudly at my advice. Oh right! We are "married" after all.
"But Y/n, I need to get married ASAP," he tells me.
"No Need to rush, take your time. Like us...." He flinches.
"What do you mean..? By "us"?" He looks between me and Jimin. And then it clicks.
"No..." His girlfriend returns from the bathroom (lol she left but I talked like she was still there).
"Are you okay honey?" She asks her sweaty boyfriend.
"Yeah. Y/n gave me a fright is all," Jimin raises a glass.
"To our one week being married!" Jimin proposes the toast.
"Yay!" I act, but it is a joyous occasion anyways (regardless if it's fake or true), so I'm already excited and happy.

We chatter through the night and then the men take us to another floor where we can drink and I've never touched alcohol in my life until now. I passed for 21, so the bartender gave me some wine.
"I won't drink, I still need to drive," Jimin protests.
"Dude, you are literally the leader of this country," and Tae is wasted with a second shot of whiskey. I find alcohol being unpleasant, but I'm a little tipsy.
"Yeah, Jimin drink with me, my husband," I ignore his protesting and shove some beer into his mouth.
"Mmmmm," he is also wasted now.
"Babe, I wanna go home. Take me home," she presses her body inappropriately against him and I nearly throw up.
"Vanessa? Crystal? I forget your name. Just get a real job and come back when you know how to like men," she flips her hair at Tae's comment.
"I can't believe you don't get it. All of you are so wasted. So what now? Are you gonna have like a threesome or something?" I start giggling hysterically.
"That's a funny word,"
"Hands off my wife,"
"Vanessa!!!!" We all respond with different things.
"Ugh, this is what happens when I pretend to be with a man for money," she says, as she grabs her things.
"Usually the other girl and her boyfriend along with my significant other decide to engage in....activities. I guess instead of hooking up, I'm the one who initiates the hookups. Have fun," she waves at us and we wave back.

"You, y/n. Don't complain to me in the morning that your legs are sore. I will give you my contact info cause this guy's a douche," she gives me a card and I leave it in my purse. I didn't even know what she meant when she said that and winked, I'm literally on a high.
"Hey....I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry my brother..." Tae recites lyrics to a random song in his deep voice (in English)
"What song is that?" I ask in Korean.
"We're writing it. Me and the group, right hyung?" We both turn to Jimin, who is red and hiccuping. He just looks at us and laughs.
"What?" I ask, getting impatient with him.
"Your face is funny," I roll my eyes. What a softie. I look at all the people passing by, luckily no one is looking at us because it's normal to see drunk adults I guess.

"Wait," the guys look at me.
"I'm under drinking age. I'm supposed to be 21—"
"Shhhhh," Tae presses his finger to my lips and then with bloodshot eyes, stifles a giggle. Him and Jimin seem to rub off each other and both of them communicate without even talking. Like, who does that?! I'm just a drunk on my own...again.
"Oy, hands off my wife," Jimin yanks my hand.
"I feel funny..." He takes his hands off my shoulders and checks my temperature.
"Are you okay, y/n?" He asks.
"Yeah. I think I need to use the restroom," I say, and run.

After the night is over, we head out and no one is sober so we have a driver come pick us up. Jimin stays silent for most of the ride and holds my hand as we go.
"Bye, thanks for the ride. I'll see you later Jimin-ah,"
"Bye," we both say in sync.

We close the curtain between the driver and us so there is privacy. And it's night, so the windows are good.
"You've sobered up a little, right?" He asks. I giggle softly and lean forward so I am touching his ear.
"I only had five drinks. I'm not really drunk, just a little off," I tell him.
"Even so, what you did wasn't right," he scolds.
"What did I do?" I ask with innocence in my voice.

"You know what you did,"

"No, what is it?!!"

"You flirted with Taehyung,"