It is the story of one of the most perilous but secret Mafia King "Suga" and a deadly government agent, he is cruel but for those who mess with him, he has a very dangerous aura, Hearing his voice, people's souls tremble, People are afraid to even m...
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Jimin’s thoughts spiraled, tugging him deeper into a pit of emotions he hadn't let himself feel in a long time. The pain of being forgotten, of losing someone he cherished, of the loneliness that never truly left him.
It wasn't until he felt the warm trail of tears slipping down his cheeks that he realized he was crying. His breath hitched slightly as he reached up, hastily wiping them away with the sleeve of his sweater.
A faint, bittersweet smile ghosted his lips as he whispered into the empty room, "Taetae, I miss you so much." His voice was barely above a breath, as if saying it any louder would shatter something fragile inside him. "Wherever you are, just be happy, okay? I still love you my bestie."
He let those words linger in the quiet, his heart clenching at the memories he could barely grasp.
But life didn’t stop for nostalgia.
With a deep inhale, Jimin shook his head, pushing the emotions aside. He checked the time on his phone, and his eyes widened in horror.
"Shit!"
He was late.
Bolting off the couch, Jimin dashed into his bedroom, tossing his clothes onto the bed before heading straight to the bathroom. He took the quickest shower of his life, barely giving himself a moment to breathe as he scrubbed away the remnants of his past and the exhaustion clinging to his body.
Fresh and dressed in a simple yet stylish black outfit—something that complemented his dancer’s frame—Jimin grabbed his bag and locked up his small apartment.
The streets were alive with neon lights and the distant hum of the nightlife, but Jimin had no time to take it in. His anxiety spiked the closer he got to the bar.
Standing in front of the grand entrance, he took a shaky breath.
"Fuck, today’s my dance show and I’m running late!" he muttered under his breath, his fingers clenching the strap of his bag. "Oh God, please save me from my boss’s wrath. I don’t think I can handle another scolding for being late."
He swallowed hard, gathering every ounce of courage before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The night had only just begun, and Jimin had no idea what was waiting for him beyond those doors.
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"Sir, this one is the last shot," the cameraman called out, his voice echoing through the studio.
Kim Taehyung, South Korea's most sought-after model, struck one final pose, his chiseled features and piercing eyes captivating the camera lens. He was a true professional, his movements fluid and effortless as he worked his magic in front of the camera.
