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 let out a relaxed sigh as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. A fluffy white towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, tiny droplets of water trailing down his smooth, pale skin. His damp hair clung to his forehead as he walked towards the closet to grab his clothes.
But before he could take another step, the door suddenly swung open without warning.
Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he instinctively gripped the towel around his waist. “Yah! Don’t you have any manners? Knock before entering someone’s room!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and anger.
Standing at the doorway, Yoongi leaned casually against the doorframe, his sharp eyes drinking in the sight before him. His gaze slowly roamed over Jimin’s exposed upper body, the younger’s toned yet delicate form, his soft porcelain skin, his slim waist, and those smooth, milky thighs peeking beneath the towel.
A smirk curled on Yoongi’s lips. “Well, I don’t need permission to enter my own room.” His voice was laced with amusement as he strolled inside like he owned the place—because, in his mind, he did.
Jimin's face flushed in embarrassment when he noticed how Yoongi was blatantly checking him out. "P-Pervert!" he stuttered, quickly rushing to the closet. Without wasting a second, he grabbed the first set of clothes his hands found and darted back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Yoongi chuckled lowly at Jimin’s reaction, finding it adorable. He made his way towards the king-sized chair in the corner, settling into it like a king on his throne, waiting patiently.
A few minutes later, Jimin emerged from the bathroom fully dressed in a loose sweater and sweatpants. His wet hair was slightly tousled as he dried it with a towel. But as soon as he looked up, he saw Yoongi still there, sitting with his legs crossed, watching him intently.
Jimin huffed in annoyance, his brows furrowing. “Why are you still here?”
Yoongi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze lazily traveled over Jimin’s form before he murmured, “You’re so hot, you know that, doll?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “And you’re so annoying and irritating. You know that?” he shot back without missing a beat.
Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, the sound making Jimin’s skin prickle. “Feisty, aren’t you?” he mused, pushing himself up from the chair.
Before Jimin could react, Yoongi was suddenly in front of him, standing too close for comfort. Jimin instinctively stepped back, but Yoongi was quicker, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him flush against his body.
Jimin’s breath hitched as Yoongi’s hand came up to cup his cheek, his thumb grazing over his damp skin.
“W-What are you doing?” Jimin stammered, his body tensing. He could feel Yoongi’s breath ghosting over his lips, his scent intoxicatingly close.
