GAMBLER | MONSTA X / P.1
| Genre : yandere, mafia |
| GAMBLER MASTERLIST |
| Word Count : 1.6k |
| tw : strong language, mafia, mentions of death, violence, kidnapping |
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"Do I really have to do this?" You were standing in the middle of your room, the mafia's maids putting a ton of expensive makeup on your face.
"Mr.Kim told us–"
"I know what that old idiot told you, and I don't blame you." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, sighing in annoyance. Your father needed you to look like a real life doll, so you could attract people. You were doubting if he even saw you as his daughter, or just an attraction to others outside the mafia.
You gripped the fabric of your red dress, groaning. You hated being dressed in fancy things – you wanted to rip it apart. "Why the hell do I even need to be there? Isn't it just a damn meeting?" You complained as the maids adjusted your dress, making final changes in your appearance.
"He wants to show you off" Your personal guard, Joshua said as he entered the room with a light chuckle. "Like these spoiled brats give a shit. They're surrounded by women everyday" He laid his back against the marble wall, waiting for the maids to finish their work on you. You smiled at him, glad that he could accompany you. You grew up with Joshua, the kind male always taking care of you ever since childhood. You knew that you could always rely on him.
"Are you jealous?" You cocked a brow at him, making him break out in a hearty laugh.
"Me? Jealousy is stupid, Y/N. It makes people go crazy." Joshua clicked his tongue, glancing at the maids to see if they're done. "Come on, cutie. We're going." He hummed as you thanked the maids and left your room with him by your side.
"I can't breathe with all this makeup" You whispered, Joshua getting a makeup remover from his pocket and handing it to you with a knowing wink.
"I know. I'm amazing" He smirked sheepishly, making you giggle and thank him. He let you use his phone as a mirror so you could get the makeup off, breathing out once it was completely gone. "Now, let's hurry. That jerk will kill me" He hurried you and you nod, rushing to get to the meeting.
You were passing through the halls of the mansion, the maids and guards greeting you with friendly smiles and bows. You were born into the mafia life, sometimes it could be likeable, but incredibly tiring. You lived a life of luxury and had it easy, but if you had been given a choice of your own, you'd choose to be born in a normal, loving family, away from any shady work and crimes.
As you were walking to the meeting, you stopped in your tracks to turn to your family's old painting.
Your mother was smiling with your father standing right beside her, his hand wrapped around her waist. They both looked happy and fulfilled, enjoying each other's presence. You traced your fingers over the slightly dirty painting, sighing as Joshua grabbed your hand gently, giving it a comforting squeeze. "..We really should go" He whispered, taking a look at his silver watch. You nod, appreciating the art for a little more before continuing to walk.
Finally, you stood outside the big door, mentally preparing for the meeting. "Ah, one more thing" Joshua bent down so he could whisper into your ear, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "They're planning something. Don't trust them. They have a long history, they're full of lies and tricks" You frowned in confusion but nodded. You didn't exactly know what the male meant, but it was better to be careful anyways.
You opened the door as slowly as possible, a loud creak echoing through the empty room. Everyone's eyes instantly turned to you as you entered, your eyes widening at the realization that time passed a bit too quickly.
Your father didn't look too pleased that you were fashionably late, disturbing them right in the middle of the conference. "..I'm sorry" You bowed, quickly taking a seat beside your father. You could feel in the air that he was absolutely pissed, one could cut the awkward tension in the room with a knife.
"I was saying.." He let out a long sigh before continuing his speech. The family painting flashed before your eyes, reminding you of how happy your family once was. After your mother's passing, your father broke down. He became cold and selfish, distancing himself from everything and everyone. The maids took care of you along with Joshua, who was always by your side.
As he was speaking, you took a look at the seven men sitting before you. They were one of the biggest mafias in South Korea, Monsta X. Rumors are it takes years of training and gaining their trust to get into their mafia. They're cruel but elegant, adored by many. You recognized their faces and names, there wasn't a single person in the mafia community who didn't know who they were.
Shownu, the Boss. He was the face of the mafia, you could never see him angry even in the slightest. He was always calm and collected, which made him the perfect Boss for the mafia.
Wonho, the Seducer. He had great charm, which made people quickly gain trust and get attached to him.
Minhyuk, the Informant and Kidnapper. He was mysterious and had a cunning look in his eye. His smile made you feel odd, it felt forced and fake.
Kihyun, the Underboss. He was crazy rich, you heard lots of stories about him, most of them sending shivers down your spine.
H.One, Weapons. He was classy and quiet, but there were also many rumors surrounding him.
Jooheon, the Assassin. He was impulsive, although he looked like a calm person, people say he was a monster.
I.M, the Torturer. From the horrible rumors you heard about him, you could make out that he was the worst out of the seven.
As you were slowly zoning out, you made accidental eye contact with Wonho who smirked at you, sending you a flirty wink. You quickly looked away, scrunching your nose. Were you really going to collaborate with them?
You felt weird, but you couldn't quite figure out what was causing it. The air seemed heavy, making you struggle to breathe. You were 99% sure it was their fault, but why and how? Was it simply their presence that affected you like this?
"And why exactly should we work with you?" Shownu, the Boss, crossed his arms. Please, don't agree to it. Go away.
"Well.. We can both profit from it" Your father gulped, getting nervous from the pressure the other mafia was visibly putting on him. You could see a drop of sweat running down his forehead, making its way down. "It'll be a good deal for us" He said, silently praying for them to agree to the collaboration.
You saw them exchange glances and whispers before nodding altogether. "We'll do it." Shownu exclaimed, making your father breathe out in relief. Oh God, no. "Also, I can't help but notice how lovely your daughter is, Sir'' Minhyuk grinned, glancing at you. The men's eyes turned to you once again, making you want to bury yourself deep underground. Why did they need to pay attention to you? Couldn't they continue and go do their mafia business?
Your father nudged you harshly, urging you to speak up. "T-Thank you." You let out a small smile, trying to ignore their stares. You just wanted to run out the room and hide yourself under the sheets of your comfortable bed.
You remembered what Joshua said right before you entered. You bit your tongue and looked up at them, only now noticing how dark their eyes were. Something didn't feel right. You felt their piercing gaze on you, their stare devouring you like a pack of hungry wolves. You could feel it, these men were dangerous and you weren't safe. Not at all.
You had multiple meetings with countless mafias, but this time was different. Somethig felt very wrong, and your intuition was screaming at you to run and escape from the seven men.
"We shall go now. Thank you." They stood up, leaving the room with their bodyguards. The air was lifted the second they left, letting you breathe freely again.
"Y/N." Your father sighed shakily, glaring at you in annoyance. You were in big trouble. "You better have a–"
"I don't want to hear it" You cut him off and got up from your seat, rushing to get out of the room.
"How was–" Joshua greeted you as you left the room, but you passed right by him.
"Bad." You replied shortly as he nodded in silence, deciding not to push you further. As you were making your way through the empty hall to your room with Joshua, you noticed the odd lack of staff. "Josh, where is everyone?" The maids and guards were gone, as if they just disappeared in thin air.
"No clue." He shrug, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. You sped up your steps, flinching as the fire alarm loudly set off without a warning.
"Shit" He growled, grabbing your hand. "Fucking knew it" You were running with him to the emergency exit, barely keeping up. Suddenly you felt a man grab you and press a wet cloth to your mouth, holding you against his chest. You saw Joshua being in the same situation, trying to fight off the other man who held him. Your screams were muffled by the cloth, your body way too weak to fight the man holding you. You felt yourself getting sleepy, the urge soon taking over your body.
Joshua was right.
You couldn't trust them.
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