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xuxii-sushii · 7 years ago

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GOT7 Mafia!AU where s/o tries to leave them and gets kidnapped

based on the request:

I live mafia au’s man 😪😪 so can I have a got7 scenario where they have an arranged marriage and have not shown the s/o any affection because they don’t want to get involved so their s/o tries to leave and gets kidnapped. Angst with a fluff ending please 🙇‍♀️

genre: mafia!au, angst, fluff.

WARNINGS: strong language, some violent themes.

a/n: wow this took so l o n g im so sorry welp here's maknae line I hope you guys like it! xx

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Youngjae

He never talked to you.

When he did, it always turned into an argument.

You weren't even trying anymore. None of it meant anything to you. You were only tolerating this because your family asked you to. They were known associates of the Mafia family you were married into.

You never participated in your family's work but this time you had little to no choice. At first, you imagined it wouldn't be that bad but it turned out to be a nightmare.

You never wanted to socialize but here you were, almost everyday, getting into these parties and so called meetings because "we go as a whole."

This was really getting on your nerves; Youngjae noticed as you were in the corner of the big hall all alone sipping on your cocktail.

"Is everything alright?" he walked over to stand in front of you.

Why is he so fucking hot? You thought to yourself. Sure, he was your husband but you guys barely even saw each other. His hair slightly parted and the side curves falling on the frame of his forehead.

Jesus, what a man.

"All good," you diverted your gaze from him to the bar island.

"Why are you moping then?" his voice was stern.

"I am not moping," you felt slightly offended.

"You need to socialize, Y/N. That's why we organize these events, to widen our reach," he said taking a seat next to you at the bar.

"Boo-hoo because I don't like socializing," you stated while holding up your index fingers to the bartender as a sign for another drink.

"Why not?"

"Not my thing."

"Is that how you dismiss everything?"

"Works, doesn't it?" you gave him a fake smile. Your anger was rising.

He scoffed at your answer.

"What? I am sorry I'm not like a normal person. I need time to get my energy back after I am done doing this shit. But as you need to do this every fucking day, it gets exhausting."

"No one's forcing you, Y/N," he was relatively calm.

You chuckled, "Like I have another choice."

"Make it strong," you told the bartender who was mixing your drink.

"I think you've had enough," Youngjae said.

"Who are you to decide?"

"A sober person who is also your husband."

You know there was no getting out of this.

"Whatever, go away," you stood up and walked out of the place to the main road to get some fresh air.

You've made a lot of bad decisions in your life and taking a walk turned out to be one of them.

God knows how you ended up in the back of a van; restrained.

You've often said that you'd rather die than socialize with people, but you didn't mean literally.

Turns out the people that kidnapped you were also at the party earlier. It was only a matter of time you would've been kidnapped as this seemed like an elaborate plan.

Youngjae must've noticed this too because it didn't take him much time to come and get these idiots who were now begging for their lives.

On the very first meeting many would assume that Youngjae might be a softie but boy, were they wrong. You don't know what his men did to the kidnappers but by the looks of Youngjae's actions; it was definitely something you'd rather not see.

"The party was better than this, wasn't it?" he asked you while lending you his black tux coat as you both stepped out of the abandoned building you were kept in for 5 minutes.

"Well.." you hesitated as if it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Really? Talking to people is worse than getting kidnapped?"

"Are those really my only options? Talking to strangers and almost dying by the hands of strangers?"

"Don't be dramatic; you wouldn't have died," he stated while getting in the backseat of the car after you.

"You don't know that," you pouted.

"I wouldn't have let that happen," he said, "home," he told the driver seated in his shining black Porsche.

You didn't know what to say to that. Was it him being protective of the people he knew or was it him being protective of particularly you?

"Thanks, I guess."

"You don't have to talk to strangers; you could've just told me that it made you uncomfortable," he spoke while looking out of the window.

"Telling you that would've made me uncomfortable too," you mumbled as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

"What doesn't make you uncomfortable?" he asked genuinely still looking at the stuff that appeared to be running past the car.

"I don't know. Um- movies calm me down, I guess. I watch a lot of them."

"Well, let's watch a movie with snacks when we get home," you could almost hear his smile through these words.

BamBam

This bitch was testing you so much. He never even looked at you but was surrounds by girls all the time.

Sure, it was an arranged marriage, but you were still his wife! He would be with other girls in public and you know how fucking humiliating it is for you.

You would not be surprised if you found out that he was sleeping with one or all of these girls, but you would be hurt to the core. You were his wife.

It was a small get together; you were told. Turned out to be a huge ass party. And Bambam was, of course, surrounded by girls with skin on display. They were very hot, indeed.

It made you so insecure. Maybe that's why he never looks at you? Maybe you're not attractive? Great.

You'll find someone who'll find you attractive, if not Bambam. You don't need self-doubt. You were beautiful as you were and no one can tell you otherwise.

Eric, a family friend, always complimented you. He would be the one to notice the small changes you made in order to get some reaction from Bambam, but it never worked. Eric was the only one who would notice the small details, which made you feel less insecure.

You walked away to find Eric who was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the big room. He saw you walk in and passed a huge smile and nodded his head towards the empty seat next to him.

You guys talked, and you did not hold back on the flirting. Why would you care? He was cute and interested, that's all that matters. You said something blunt about the way Ms. Rivera nagged every person which made Eric laugh out loud with his head thrown back. Somehow his hand found its way on your thigh, and you didn't mind it.

You were having fun with him when you felt someone looking at you from the corner of your eye. You didn't notice it at first but that someone kept coming closer and closer until..

"Y/N! What are you doing?" Bambam spit out in an angry tone standing in front of the sofa you and Eric were seated on.

"Joining the circus. Why?" you replied nonchalantly which made Eric giggle a bit. He always noticed that Bambam never treated you right and it always made his blood boil.

"Wow, really funny. I need to talk to you," he lowered his voice.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? I just do."

You just kept staring at him with a blank face till the point he lost his patience and grabbed you by the wrist to drag you out of the mansion.

"What is your problem?!" you spoke loudly while rubbing your wrists.

"You flirting with other men," he said in the deepest voice with the deadliest eye contact.

"Ha!" you laughed, "You're one to say."

He scoffed.

"You were the one who was always around other girls, and I talk to one guy so suddenly it's a problem for you?" you said sternly.

"How was I supposed to know that was bothering you?" he asked genuinely. Is he for real?

"Are you that fucking oblivious?" your volume got a bit higher.

"Was I supposed to understand how you felt through telepathy?!" he threw his hands in the air and turned around so that his back was facing you.

He sighed and put his hands on his waist while looking down, "You know, I am not good at this; I just thought you didn't feel the same way as I did. I mean, you were pretty miserable when we got married. I just figured I should give you some space."

No answer. Bambam felt a bit embarrassed after admitting how he felt and getting absolutely no reply from your side.

"Oh, now's the time you decided to stop talking?" he chuckled and turned around.

His entire body went stiff at the sight in front of him.

You were there with a gun to your head with a hand thrown on your mouth preventing you from making any sounds.

"You fucking-"

"Save it for later. Step back or I'll shoot her right here," you heard a manly voice coming from the person who kept you from moving. Your eyes were tight shut as you didn't want to believe this was happening. He dragged you backwards and you felt the pressure exerted from the tip of the gun loosen when you took the que and swinged your right leg with all the power you had to kick him in the balls with the heel of your foot. You got a grip on his hand at the same time and pushed it up so even if he pulled the trigger, it won't go through your brain.

Thankfully Bam's men came and handled the situation as many guys were there to pose threat at you. Bambam didn't care about anything except you and whether you were okay or not.

He half walked-half ran to you before you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same. Your chin rested on his shoulder; one of his hands held the back of your head and the other was tight around your waist.

"I am so sorry, Y/N, fuck I can't believe that son of a bitch-" he started but got cut off by you, "no, thank you for being here. I was so scared," you squeezed your eyes shut as more tears spilled out.

His hand caressed your back while you gradually started taking long breaths and finally came to the realization that you were safe, right where you were, in his arms.

"It's funny," Bambam chuckled, "I never put my guard down; and the one time I do, this happens."

You gave out a weak laugh before detaching yourself from him, "We need to talk about that," you finally looked into his eyes as he wiped the half dried tears from your cheek.

"We have all the time to do that, you need to rest first," he instructed while walking you towards the car waiting to escort you both home.

The entire ride home was just both of you cuddled into each other as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could definitely get used to this.

Yugyeom

Everything felt very hypocritical. On one side, your sister-in-law always said that Yugyeom cared about you; on the other hand, he always acted cold towards you.

"Hey! What if I get kidnapped or something?" you whined at Yugyeom when he didn't care for your presence.

"No one would do that, you're too annoying to deal with," he cockily remarked while shaking his head to the hideous outfit the manager showed him.

"Wow, rude," you were offended. You weren't that annoying, were you?

"You know what? Pick the pair outfits by yourself, I am going home," you shoved the hanger with a dark blue tux into Yugyeom's chest.

"And how are you going to do that?" he questioned but you were already on your way out of the designer clothes showroom.

This was for a huge event you had to go to and your sister-in-law came up with the idea of wearing matching outfits with her husband which prompted Yugyeom's mother to ask you both to do the same. You were even a couple, how was this supposed to work anyway?

Yes, you both were married, but that didn't mean anything. You both were almost strangers to each other.

He was an ass. You really wanted to punch his perfect teeth out; all of them. As you walked out of the shopping complex, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to find an old lady looking confused.

"Can I help you?"

"I broke my glasses," she held up a pair of smashed specs, "can you show me the way to the parking area? My husband is waiting for me over there," she gave a defeated smile.

So, you took her to the parking lot, where you found out that you got tricked. There was no husband, but only 20 men waiting for your arrival.

"Fuck," you tried to run back but you were surrounded. As you opened your mouth to scream, a hand flew over your parted lips which muffled your cries for help.

You were actually getting kidnapped, after you joked about it like 20 minutes ago. Was this a hidden camera? That would be better.

They locked you in the back of the van and drove out of the parking lot when suddenly the van halted.

You heard a few gunshots that made you flinch. The van's back door was finally opened by Yugyeom who had a visibly angry expression plastered all over your face.

"You got yourself kidnapped just to prove a point or what?" he asked as he pulled you out of the vehicle.

"Yeah, I did that on purpose," you snapped, "they kidnapped me despite of me being annoying."

"You were kidnapped for literally a minute, calm down," he said casually as he walked between the dead bodies and you followed him like a lost puppy.

Gross.

"It was still very traumatic," you mumbled, "they were better than you."

He stopped in his tracks.

"You're saying, the people who wanted to hurt you were better than the person who saved you?" He turned around to face you with a poker face.

"Now that you put it like that.."

"You know the real reason why I said that no one could kidnap you?" he said, "because I would never let anyone ever hurt you. Even when they think about doing that, they'll be dead before it happens," he gestured towards the dead men lying on the ground.

"You're really weird. You act like you hate me; but then you also go around saying stuff like that to me," you were utterly confused.

"That's just how I am to the people I care about," he stated as he took a step towards you.

"Did you just admit that you care about me?" you tried to hold back from smiling like an idiot.

"No?" he scratched the back of his neck as he diverted his gaze to somewhere else.

"Too late," you had a wide grin, "let's go baby boy," you gestured him to follow you.

He did follow you, "what did you just call me?"

"Baby boy. Do you like it?" You turned your head to look at him while still walking like a happy 5 year old toddler, "Kinky."

He was flustered by your actions, "Wha- you- you do realize I'm the head of the mafia?" he followed you like a lost puppy to the car waiting for you both; oh, how the tables have turnt.

"You do realize I'm married to the head of the mafia?" you gave him a stern gaze.

He laughed while shaking his head, "you're too much."

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