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Ch. 1 / ?

Mark Lee x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: curse words, violence (minor... for now)

Notes: I’ve been meaning to write this mafia au for literal years now. Actual years. Like when I was in other fandoms before I started to stan NCT. But now that I do, I’m glad that my lazy ass didn’t write it until now because NCT fits the concept perfectly. Anyways, it’s my birthday, so I figured that it’s time to post this. Also happiest birthday to our leader Taeyong and @127vevo, who all share the same birthday with me 💚

“Are you ready?” Mark asks you as he buttons up the rest of his cufflinks. Looking into the mirror, he watches your movements in its reflection with interest.

Strapping a gun to your thigh, you quickly readjusted the slit of your dress to keep it well hidden. Then pinning a knife into your intricate updo, you gave him a nod.

Offering you his arm, Mark gives you a curt nod before leading you out of the room. Within your hidden earpiece, you hear Donghyuck’s voice mumble out, “Everyone’s positioned so you’re all set.”

Not bothering to reply back to your twin, you slip you arm through Mark’s. Putting on your best smile, you told him. “Alright, let’s go.”

Upon leaving the comfort and security of the private suite, Mark leaned in close to your ear. Whispers barely audible to anyone but between the two of you, you listened intently to his plan of action for the night. You had heard the rundown of the plans for the night plenty of times now, that you were sure that you had it memorized word by word. The plan was simple, honestly. Get Mark in and out of the meeting as fast as possible with little or no commotion. The less attention they drew the better.

As the two of you drew closer to the ballroom that held the main event for the night, Mark daringly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

Eyes narrowing, you push his hand to the side. “Can you not, Mark?”

Smiling that dazzling smile of his, Mark shrugged his shoulders, before offering his arm to you yet again. “What? Your hair wasn’t in its place, I had to fix it.”

“Sure it wasn’t. It’s not like I didn’t use a whole bottle of hairspray to keep it in place in the first place.” You mumble with a scowl set on your lips as you looped your arm through his again.

When the doorman moved to open the door, Mark nudged your lower back, reminding you to whip the frown off your face. “Now, smile. It’s showtime.”

And showtime it was.

The ballroom was decorated to the nines, oozing from top to bottom in luxury. Ceiling high chandeliers made everything glisten under its bright lights as gold accessories were scattered throughout the room. Rightfully placed in such a glorious place were the city’s best and finest; men dressed in their custom made Armani suits and women flowing around in their runaway worthy dresses.

With a smile plastering itself onto your face, you follow Mark’s lead as he went around greeting a few public business partners. Each time any of the men had anything to inquire you about, you simply nodded politely and allowed Mark to speak on your behalf. And that’s how it’s always was. You were here as his bodyguard, never his plus one. But it was just easier to play the role of his plus one in situations as such. Less to explain to the prying eyes.

Once the conversations around you began to get too boring to listen to, you surveyed the room, calculating all of the potential exits and escape routes. If you had remembered correctly, you remembered counting a total of four exits on the blueprint of the room; one in the front, one in the back, two on the sides. As you eyes ran the perimeter of the room, you made eye contact with your older brother, Donghyuck, who was casually flirting up a storm with a random girl. Rolling your eyes, you weren’t too surprised that he couldn’t keep his playboy acts on the down low even in guarding situations at this. Moving on from his figure, you spotted Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin not too far away, sipping on their flasks of expensive champagne. Chenle and Jisung were a bit too young to join in on events as these, so they helped from behind the scenes.

Speaking of the little devils, their voices mashed together in a bunch of high pitched exclaims, more so Chenle’s, as they tried to get the crew’s attention.

Wincing at the loud volume, you tugged on Mark’s arm slightly. Subtly touching your left earring as a signal, you watched as Mark politely excused himself from the conversation that he was in the middle of. Walking with you to the side of the room, Mark took a flute of champagne from a passing server.

Once the two of you were out of the public’s eyes and ears, you talked into the ear piece, “Alright, what’s with all the commotion?”

At this, Mark rose an eyebrow at you over the rim of his champagne glass. Then tapping at his watch, he tilted his head over to the exit.

Nodding in understanding, you asked the younger boys, “The meeting is about to begin soon. Is everything set in place?”

“Yeah, everything’s in place. You can leave through the side doors, no one will notice. The hallways are clear too. All of the ballroom workers are coming through the front side of the room, so you shouldn’t encounter anyone on the way there. Donghyuck will be close behind you at all times, just in case anything happens.”

The air was stiff and the silence was overwhelming when you entered the room together with Mark. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you and following your every move. As Mark took a seat at the table with the others, you took your stance behind him, matching the position of the other bodyguards in the room.

The silence continued on even after Mark had taken his place. The other leaders simply stared at each other with cold eyes and frowns on their faces. This went on for one minute, then another, and then another. When no one took the initiative to start the conversation, Mark cleared his throat loudly. “Are we going to start or are we going to just sit around all day, staring at each other like a bunch of shy school girls?” He joked.

With a tone as cold as ice, one of the leaders spoke up. “I believe that we have made it distinctively clear that women were not allowed to listen in on our meetings.”

Upon hearing this, you could barely hold back the scoff that was threatening to fall from you lips. But you did, because it wouldn’t have been wise if you didn’t. Instead, you settle for a subtle raise of your eyebrow.

“To my understanding, that rule was meant for significant others, mistresses, or flings.” Mark commented. “As far as I’m concerned, that was never the case with guards.”

“Regardless, women are not allowed to listen in on our conversations. It is not of their concern to know about the things that we are about to discuss.”

“Then the same could be said about your own guards.” Mark pointed out as he clasped his fingers together underneath his chin. Nodding his head towards all the other bodyguards, “They’re not supposed to listen in on this conversation either. Yet here they are, listening to us arguing about who should be in the room and who shouldn’t be.”

Voice escalating in anger, one of the other leaders argued back, “That’s because they’ve sworn to an oath of secrecy and they are here for our own protection.”

“Then I rest my case.” Mark countered with a winning smile. “My bodyguard here is also sworn to secrecy and is here for my own protection.”

“But she is a female.”

Unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Mark scoffed at the man’s idoitic comment. “What the hell does the gender have anything to do with being a guard.”

“She can not be trusted and her skills are not qualified.”

The moment those words left his lips, the guard standing behind him sprang forward, aiming for Mark. But faster than the speed of light, you shoved Mark behind you. Before the guard could even come close to Mark, you yanked your hidden pocket knife from your styled up-do. Then pulling him down by his tie, you pinned him to the table, the knife making a tear in his silk, black tie.

All around you, the men’s eyes were wide open as their own bodyguards stepped up to shield them. The air was constricting as they stared at you and the struggling bodyguard pinned to the table.

Breaking up the tense atmosphere, Mark let out a chuckle. Motioning you to free the guard, he said, “Yeah, I think my guard is perfectly qualified. Thank you for your concern.”

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