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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Yoongi sat beside Jimin’s unconscious form, his fingers gently brushing against the younger’s hand. His heart ached at the sight before him—Jimin looked so fragile, his face pale, lips slightly parted as he lay there motionless. Yoongi sighed deeply, his thumb tracing slowly, soothing circles over Jimin’s knuckles.
“I’m sorry, baby…” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because of me, you’re in this condition.”
His eyes softened as he gazed at Jimin’s peaceful yet weakened face. He reached out, brushing away a stray strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead before cupping his cheek tenderly.
“But now, I promise… I will take care of you,” he continued, his voice laced with determination. “I will never leave you like this again. You are so precious to me.”
Yoongi exhaled shakily, emotions overwhelming him. His fingers tightened around Jimin’s hand as he brought it up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against the soft skin.
“You are my love,” he admitted, his voice filled with raw honesty. “Yes, I love you. When I saw you for the very first time, you stole my heart that day… You were so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
A sad smile formed on his lips as he looked at Jimin’s sleeping face.
“Now wake up soon, baby… I’m waiting for you.”
Leaning down, Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin’s forehead, then his left cheek, and then his right. He let his lips linger, as if hoping that his warmth would somehow reach Jimin, urging him to return to him.
After a moment, Yoongi straightened up and took a deep breath. He had made up his mind—Jimin was coming home with him. He wouldn’t let him stay anywhere else, not when he had already been hurt.
Three hours later, with the help of his men, Yoongi carefully carried Jimin into his car, ensuring the younger was comfortable before driving him back to his secluded farmhouse. A place where no one could take Jimin away from him.
Captured by the Mafia
Jimin’s head ached as he slowly opened his eyes, the dull throbbing behind his temples making it hard to focus. Blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, he rubbed at his eyes before sitting up. His movements were sluggish, his body feeling strangely weak.
As his vision cleared, his heart dropped.
He was still here.
The unfamiliar room. The large, luxurious bed. The heavy silence that loomed around him.
This wasn’t a nightmare. It was real.
His breath hitched as he tried to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness. He remembered feeling a sharp prick on his neck… the dizziness… the heavy weight pulling him under. And now, he was here.
