Mafia Boss | pjm short story

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As soon as you stepped inside the big mansion, the smell of alchohol and cigarettes invaded your nostrils. You held Jimin's hand tightly, scrunching your nose in disgust.

"Who's party is this anyway?" You asked, trying to avoid alcohol and vomit which was all over the place.

Jimin chuckled, his lips finding their way onto your knuckles. "My friend's."

What? It's not like he could tell you that this was his dealer's party. You didn't know that side of him. You didn't know his friends and he liked it that way. You knew he did something which gets him a lot of money, but you never questioned it and he respected it. He's already used to all of this. This was him. This was his life. Well, a part of it at least.

You just nodded, letting him lead you through the crowd, into an even more crowded room filled with smoke. "I'll be right back, wait for me here."

You had no idea where he left, but he'd never leave you in a group of wasted and high people with no reason so you just shrugged it off and took a free seat next to a seemingly sober guy. All you could do was hope Jimin would be back really soon.

Minutes passed and you found yourself enjoying the company of people you were surrounded with. You had a great time with the blonde you earlier sat next to, too good to even think about where Jimin was or what he was doing.

"You know, you're really beautiful, Y/N." The blonde said, shifting closer to you.

You politely thanked him, not even noticing his hungry stare because of the beer that was still lingering in your system.

He placed his hand on your thigh and you flinched, forcing an awkward smile in his direction. His hand started moving up towards your area and you tried to move feeling discomfort, but he pinched your thigh, warning you.

"Don't try to get away from me. You'll regret it, Y/N, I swear."

This guy was dangerous and you were only starting to realize that. How was this the same person you were having a pleasant conversation with just moments ago?

The whole situation now completely sobered you up. He was muscular and there was no doubt in your mind that he'd take you down within seconds if you tried to run away. No one was looking at you. No one cared. Everyone was drunk and you felt helpless. Paralyzed with fear, you felt his fingers touching you through your panties and you whined, feeling the tears wet your cheeks.

But before he could do anything more than that, he had been thrown to the ground forcefully, Jimin on top of him and throwing cold punches on his already bloody face. You tried to stop him but you couldn't. You felt weak in your knees and you just stood there, watching your boyfriend basically killing the guy beneath him. The crowd went wild and some guys thankfully separated the two of them.

"Jimin," you started but he just brushed right past you into the bathroom and you were left on your own once again.

Shortly after, you boyfriend had dragged you out of there and pushed you into his car.

"Get in."

You were so confused. You were so hurt. At the same time you were mad at yourself. Why didn't you do anything? Why couldn't you at least scream? What if Jimin hadn't showed up? What would have happened?

"Please talk to me." You tried again, but nothing. The whole ride seemed so long and it passed by in dead silence.

The car stopped and you looked around to realize that you were in his driveway. Why did he bring you here? He loudly closed the door and went in the house with you following him behind. You wanted to say something to him but you weren't sure how he'd react. He was mad as hell and you most definitely didn't want to play with his nerves at the moment, so you just headed upstairs to one of his guest rooms.

A/N;

One part left. You ready? ;)

Love you ♡ -T.