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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 (teaser)

face your sins. free your soul.

pairing. mafiaman!jaemin x fem!reader

premise. you've known na jaemin since you were kids, and he's loved you since then. when you suddenly come back to him in an attempt to cut him off forever, he will fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happens.

genre. exes 2 lovers, mafia au, you're both criminals, mature themes (violence, blood, suggestive scenes, drinking)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 900 WORDS)

Na Jaemin was as beautiful as he was lethal. His hair, styled so perfectly effortlessly, was dyed like the dead of night (which unfortunately, or fortunately, was a very attractive color on him). He had opened the door in black slacks and a white button up rolled to his elbows, but anyone would fall to their knees at his beauty alone. His physique was chiseled to perfection, with a jawline of steel and a toned body from sleepless nights of training and martial art practice. At his collar, you could see a silver chain peeking out with the letter of your first initial hanging there—a claim. 

He tucked one hand into the pocket of his pants, posture relaxed. His eyes lazily dragged up your form from your sneakers to the crown of your head, and you suppressed the shiver that went down your spine. Your knees almost gave out from the rasp of his voice alone: "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You got this, Yn. "Jaemin, look, I just wanted to—"

"Come inside." He stepped aside to leave room for you in the doorway, beckoning you inside with the slight incline of his head. "Unless you're afraid."

Depends what afraid means. But you knew he was baiting you, and that he wouldn't give you the time of day unless you did what he wanted. Not when you left him like you did. 

So you obliged him and stepped through the door. As soon as you crossed the threshold though, you knew you regretted it. The door locked, and suddenly, the scent of clean, warm cotton was suffocating you. It wrapped itself around you like an embrace, threatening death or affection, depending on your next moves. It held you in a vice-like grip of familiarity and memory. 

"You know the drill, Yn-ah," his sweet voice crooned, "slippers first. Then we talk." Jaemin was gone before you could protest, disappearing into the parlor to your left, no doubt to sit and wait with all the time in the world. 

It wasn't like it was two in the morning or anything.

But you were in Jaemin's turf now, and you had to play by his rules again. You replaced your sneakers with a pair of fluffy slippers with bunny ears and followed him into the parlor. 

He was pouring out a glass of amber colored liquid when you walked in. Lifting the glass toward you, Jaemin asked, "Want a drink?"

"I'm good." The smell of alcohol had slowly become unappealing to you after bartending for so long. 

Jaemin settled in one of the leather armchairs with his legs spread wide, lap inviting. He looked divine, like a king, sitting there sipping his drink. "Sit."

"I'm okay." You inhaled a breath of air. "Jaemin, I need you to butt out of my finances."

You waited for the bomb to drop, the gun to fire. Absolutely anything. But all that you were met with was silence, a heavy sense that sat atop your chest and didn't even seem to relieve you just a little bit. Jaemin stared at you, cocking his head to the side with that dark, calculating gaze of his. There were times when you wished you could predict what he was thinking, but even when the two of you were together, those times were rare. Jaemin was a reserved and closed off person, even to someone as close as you were.

You felt like a child under his stare, and you willed yourself to stand stronger, firmer. "That's all I came here to say. You're not obligated to pay for my expenses, or Kina's expenses. And I don't want you to." I don't want shit from you anymore.

"You don't seem to understand—" he started, temple resting against his fist, "—that I want to do this for you."

"We're not together anymore—"

"I know." He smiled, and it was not the sweet, crescent-eyed bunny smile he saved just for you. No, it was the snake that hid in his shadow, always primed and ready to strike. You suppressed a shudder. It looked like he still wasn't happy with you; go figure. 

You pursed your lips, arms coming up to fold across your chest. "You know why I left."

Jaemin knocked the alcohol back, then set the glass on the table. He stood with a sigh. "No, I really don't, Yn. I really don't know why you would leave this—" He gestured to the house around him, "—why you would leave home, why you would leave your family, why you would leave me." 

He stepped toward you, and when you didn't back down, he took another step forward. From here, you could see the red rimming his eyes, shining with the emotion he always kept locked away. Every ounce of it—you wished he would just share a drop with you. Jaemin had never been good at being vulnerable. 

"Help me understand," he murmured lowly to you, and his hand reached up slowly to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing the flesh of your cheek. 

You swallowed. "This isn't going to help you get over me, Jaemin."

His thumb traced the line of your bottom lip, his eyes dilating at the softness of it. "I'll never get over you, Yn." You'd hardly noticed how close he had gotten to you now, but you could hardly think straight with how he was looking at you. 

"We're better as friends." You watched his expression shift slightly and noted the flare of his nostrils that would have been barely noticeable. You'd hit a nerve; yeah, you knew. Because you yourself didn't even believe those words as they spilled from your mouth. 

"Prove it." His eyes hardened into steel. "If we're better as friends, then prove it. Kiss me."