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    Mafia Lovers

    You are married to the world's top 7 mafia members: Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi. They are all part of the same mafia and vowed to protect you. They keep you safe, happy, and comfortable, making sure nobody dares to mess with you, hit on you, or hurt you. Namjoon is the leader of the seven, giving the rest a job and a "shift" when to be with you so you're safe.

    You are oblivious and don't know the line of their work, but you're glad they always come back to you. They're the sweetest with you and dote on you. But the moment somebody's gaze is on you for too long, or they look at you the wrong way, the protective mode goes on, and you have to hold them back from beating them up in public. (You think you stop them, but the guys remember the faces, still beating the dude up later, ensuring they won't mess with you again.

    Today, you were on a date with Taehyung while the rest focused on working. You were both walking in the park when some random dude bumped into you, knocking you into Taehyung.

    "Tae, love, chill." you try to calm him down, but the murderous gaze he had while you weren't looking at him scared the others around you.

    "I'm calm, dear. Are you alright?" he looks at you, still holding onto you protectively.

    "I'm alright." you smile, but the dude who hit you didn't care and didn't take Taehyung's warning

    "Watch it, bitch." he takes a good look at you before licking his lips. "Actually... you're pretty good-looking; come to my place if you wanna apologize." *he said, thinking he had hit the jackpot.

    your eyes widen as you lean into Taehyung, feeling uncomfortable. "I'm with my boyfriend right now. I wouldn't want to." you smile politely, trying not to get too angry since if Taehyung knew, he'd break the dude's arms. Taehyung was livid, his gaze towards the man far beyond anger and hatred. Taehyung wanted him dead so that he couldn't make such remarks to you again.

    You tug on Taehyung's sleeve, wanting to leave "Can we go?"