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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As Jimin went about his work, serving drinks with a charming smile, a group of boys caught his attention. They were standing off to the side, their eyes fixed on Jimin with an unnerving intensity.
"Friends, look at that boy," one of them said, his voice low and husky. "He's the same one who was dancing earlier, isn't he?"
His friends nodded in agreement, their eyes roving over Jimin's form. "Yes, it's the same guy," one of them replied, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Shin, the apparent leader of the group, took a step forward, his eyes locked on Jimin. "He's looking so fuckable, Wang," he said, his voice dripping with lust.
Wang, Jack, and Shin exchanged a look, their faces twisted with cruel intent. "Let's go talk to him," Shin suggested, his voice low and menacing.
As they approached Jimin, he sensed their presence and turned to face them. His eyes widened as he took in their leering expressions, and he quickly turned back to his work, trying to ignore them.
But the boys were relentless. Shin reached out and placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder, making him spin around in surprise.
"Excuse me," Shin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jimin's eyes darted between the boys, his heart racing with fear. "Y-yes, how can I help you?" he stuttered.
Shin's grin grew wider. "You can help us in many ways, beautiful."
Jimin's eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming at him to get away. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Jack, the boy with the cold, calculating eyes, spoke up. "We mean you can help us with a one-night stand."
Jimin's face went pale, and he tried to pull away, but Wang's hand shot out, grasping his wrist.
"Come on, beautiful," Wang cooed, his voice dripping with malice. "Come with us, and we'll make your night pleasurable."
Jimin's eyes welled up with tears as he tried to struggle free. "I s-said l-leave my h-hand," he pleaded, his voice shaking with fear.
But the boys just laughed, their eyes glinting with cruelty. "Come on, drag him towards our car, Wang," Shin ordered, his voice cold and detached.
As the boys started to drag Jimin away, he knew he was in grave danger. He struggled and kicked, but they were too strong, and he was no match for their brute force.
Jimin's eyes welled up with tears as he struggled to break free from Wang's iron grip. His wrist throbbed in pain, and he hissed through gritted teeth.
But just as suddenly as it had begun, the pain stopped. Wang's hand released its grip, and Jimin stumbled backward, gasping in shock.
As he regained his balance, Jimin's eyes landed on a vision of perfection. A tall, handsome boy with piercing eyes and chiseled features was standing before him, his fists clenched and his jaw set in determination.
