Pairing: Mafia!Park Jimin x Female reader

Summary: Seems like you almost got answers about your unclear relationship with your stepbrother. Almost.

Warnings: Implied smut, deaths, yandere Jimin.

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Done with your shower, in the middle of the night, you stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around you.

You rummaged through the closet, trying to find some comfortable clothes to wear for the rest of your sleep.

"Why are you still awake?" your stepbrother's monotonous voice was heard, followed by the sound of your bedroom door getting closed and the lock clicking.

Turning around, you blinked your eyes for a moment before replying.

"Uhm, couldn't sleep," you said, your moist body and wet hair adding to the thickening atmosphere of the room.

Nodding his head a little, Jimin walked forward, his Gucci boots clanking with the floor, ashy blonde hair parted to the side. Damn. His undercut though.

Nonchalantly, he threw away his gun on the bed before wrapping an arm around your waist.

Your body stiffened a little but relaxed as soon as one of his hands resting on your shoulder, but still the same cold look on his face.

"W-What is it?" you managed to ask while soft kisses lingered on your collarbone, towards your ear, back leaned against the wall.

"Our parents are celebrating their second year together tomorrow," Jimin said. "A dinner party" he added before nipping on the spot below your earlobe.

And you wonder why he has not yet kissed you on your lips. Like, why can't he just tell you what he feels, because the way he behaves is confusing you.

Your hands uselessly stayed by either side of your body as he had his against the wall, caging your head in between them.

"Take off your towel" he said and you blinked your eyes. "This isn't the first time. If you don't want to, right now, I can leave. If not, do what I say" his voice demanded.

The skin on your face and throat was hot, but your fingertips were cold as you took off your towel.

The thought that the mafia boss in front of you is your step brother became distorted beyond recognition.

You thought you might faint or vomit, but you didn't.

You were held up by a feeling of dizzying suspension, like the one you have in dreams where you can fly, but only if you get into some weird position.

At first, Jimin didn't seem to be doing anything. Then you became aware of the small frenzy of expended energy in you.

Five minutes later~

Jimin's pov

"Go clean yourself off. And for tomorrow, pick a dress that isn't revealing" I said to which she nodded before picking up the towel and walking, slightly limping, to the bathroom again.

Once the bathroom door was closed, I slipped my fingers into my mouth, sucking them. It just keeps getting better all along, now that it's the fifth time.

Look, I'm not a hoe. I do this only to her. Want to call me the farmer's tool? I've not even lost my first kiss yet.

I'm so in love with my step sister. I am really, really in love with her. She means everything to me. A selfish, possessive love, but it's all I know how to give.

When we both were 22, her dad and my mum married and we came to live together. I wasn't very happy at first. But she seemed to understand me even better than my mother.

I was able to talk to her about everything, including sex. So for a year, she was just like a fantastic little sister.

Then I realized that I didn't want her as a sister but as a wife. I couldn't tell her at first. But now I thought maybe I should say something.

When I learnt that she hasn't lost our first kiss too, it stroked my ego greatly.

See, I'm not the jealous type. But what's mine is mine. End of story.

I didn't feel embarrassed. All I want for now is to go to my bedroom, get these damn clothes off and take a cold shower while thinking about her, again.

Author's pov

Time skip~ (Major. To the dinner event)

Looking at yourself in the mirror for one last time, you wore your black heels, thinking about how short Jimin would be when you stand next to him.

"He'd rather take me out barefoot" you muttered under your breath, getting up from the bed.

"Damn, I look hot" you said, checking out yourself until your heard your bedroom door opening.

Turning around, you saw your stepbrother, in a black tuxedo, closing the door behind him, locking it.

You smiled a little as he walked towards you who was waiting for a compliment.

"Where's the rest of the dress?" Jimin asked and you looked at him with a 'Seriously?' look.

"You're getting late" he stated. "Go and wear your outfit" he added and you looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"I'm done" you said and he eyed you up and down.

"You can't wear this thing. It's too revealing" Jimin argued.

"What the- Hey! It is only showing off my legs" you defended and the man in front of you huffed.

"Then make sure to stay by my side throughout the party" he said and you hummed in agreement. "And change those heels" he muttered, trying to avoid the fact that you were almost taller than him.

"If not?" you asked him in a rather cocky way.

"If not, you aren't getting a release for weeks" Jimin replied nonchalantly and you almost stumbled back before running to your closet, removing the heels and wearing a pair of flat black sandals instead.

Gawd, you don't want Jimin to punish you like that.

"Done" you said, walking to him again.

"Now you're being a good girl" he said as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Chimmie" you called and Jimin hummed in response. "How does it feel to kiss someone?" you asked.

Staring into your eyes, your stepbrother slowly brought a hand up, his thumb caressing your lower lip.

"It must be like opening up your soul" he started casually. "Tasting feelings and seeing every colour of the rainbow in their own sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness."

"Like breathing in the person like a cool inhalation of oxygen to warm the soul. Like nothing in the world exists but you and the person. This feeling like you're levitating off the ground floating in the air" he stated, fingertips now tracing your cheek.

"It cannot be put into words, nor has there been any part of speech or figure of speech invented to describe it. It's like an aphrodisiac, mixed with a Pandora's box effect, fireworks glowing inside you from the touch of the person's lips on yours."

Jimin's heart beat faster and faster as your face came up to his own. He waited, listening to your breath for a moment longer, to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed you.

Like sunlight clapping the earth, like moonbeams kissing the sea.

And then you're kissing him back, open-mouthed, soft-lipped kissing-him-back.

At his lips' touch, you blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

"Stop" Jimin whispered in the kiss and you pulled away a little, giving a small peck on the corner of his lips.

"Why?" you whispered back, tilting your head to the side not-so-innocently as you played with the buttons of his black shirt.

"Because there's a whole bunch of people waiting downstairs and there isn't much time for us to get down and dirty" he replied in a matter of fact tone before tightening his arms around your waist, leaning forward and placing an open-mouthed kiss on your neck.

"I wish there was" you mumbled with a small pout as Jimin pulled away.

"I'll make it up to you later" he said, kissing your pout. "I promise" he added and you sighed before getting out of the room with the toned mochi wearing a tuxedo, just some more time before calamity.

An hour later~

One of the murders that people getaway with, really simple. Walk up and fire the gun and walk away. It took you a long while to put together the scene and the shooter was long gone, with the remaining guests at each other's throats.

The crimson blood slowly dripping down their lips, the scrapes and bruises that you know could only be defensive wounds. The bullet hole in their heads, skin peeled away at the edges.

Your parents still alive but slowly dying, shuttering, haltering breaths as they attempt to control their shock, clenched fists as they realize that they'll never see another sunrise.

"Y/n" Jimin said as he shook your body while the shootout continued as blurred noises to you.

He dragged you away from the place, to the library, accessing the secret passageway as the other guards got in too.

Knowing that there was nothing else to do about your now-dead parents, he's determined to keep you safe.

Making you sit on the couch, Jimin sat beside you, checking if you were hurt anywhere.

"Sweetheart, look at me" he said frantically, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him.

Staring into his eyes with your teary ones, you struggled to find words and he ended up pulling your head to his chest.

"Shh, don't cry. Oppa's here for you" he said, cradling your figure in his arms as you started sobbing.

It feels like your heart has been ripped out of your chest, breaking down in tears and showing your emotions than to keep it all inside and not tell a single soul.

Once Jimin felt that you had gone unconscious from the crying, he slowly picked you up in his arms, bridal style, heading to one of the bedrooms there.

Placing you on the bed, he caressed your tear stained cheek, heart clenching at the sight as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Getting out of the room, he closed the door, making sure that you can't hear anything that'd be happening outside.

"Where is he?" Jimin asked coldly to Jungkook, his right-hand man, who then led him to a farther place.

"They were still your and Y/n's parents, hyung" Jungkook started as he walked beside. "You shouldn't have killed them" he low-key stated.

"Well, what kind of parents would want to sell off their daughter to a man thrice her age, just because they can get a freaking drug deal?" he asked, standing in front of the man whom he hired to kill his parents and create a wrangle between the guests, other mafia bosses, to make it seem 'normal'.

"I told you to kill them, once she was out of sight" Jimin said, jaw clenching as he stared at the pathetic excuse of a man kneeling in front of him who said nothing other than to hang his injured head low.

"Useless" Jimin uttered in anger as he signaled Jungkook to kill him, turning around towards the bedroom to check on you.

"Should've been there to put the bullet in their heads by myself" he muttered and rolled his eyes before opening the bedroom door to find you sitting on the bed, crying.

"Y/n" your stepbrother said, rushing towards you. "Baby," he mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulled you into his arms once again.

The feeling was like a plague; reaching every corner of your mind until there's nothing else left.

Jimin pulled away, knowing exactly what you were thinking, and stared into your eyes deeply.

"It's never happening. Not to the love of my life," he said. "I'm never going to leave you like our parents, sweetheart."

"No matter what happens, you can always count on me," he stated, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I love you and I promise that I'll never leave you" he confessed, embracing you in his warmth.

Now, you were never going to know the truth behind your parents' death.

Jimin might be the reason behind all this, but he did it to protect you, because he loves you and sometimes, the truth should be hidden.