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 lay on the plush bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His thoughts raced, tangled with frustration and hopelessness.
How did my life turn into this?
He missed everything—his university, his freedom, his best friend. He had spent his whole life struggling, fighting for his own place in the world, and now he was trapped like a bird in a golden cage.
But suddenly, something clicked in his mind.
His eyes widened as he sat up abruptly.
There has to be a way out of here!
Without wasting another second, Jimin pushed himself off the bed and hurried out of the room. His bare feet padded softly against the expensive wooden floor as he roamed through the massive mansion.
His heart pounded against his chest as he checked every corner, every hallway, every possible exit.
But the mafia had been careful.
The windows were sealed, the doors locked, and the entire place was crawling with bodyguards, stationed like statues at almost every entrance and exit.
Jimin’s chest tightened with frustration. His fists clenched at his sides as he finally made his way to the living room, shoulders sagging in disappointment.
He threw himself onto the couch with an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his damp hair.
“This bloody mafia,” he muttered angrily under his breath.
But then, another idea sparked in his mind.
His head snapped up, eyes gleaming with sudden determination.
Yoongi had left for the company.
He was alone in the house.
And this time, Yoongi had forgotten to lock the main door.
Jimin’s heart started beating wildly.
He quickly got up from the couch, his hands slightly trembling from adrenaline. With hurried steps, he made his way to the main door, praying that luck was finally on his side.
He reached the entrance and was just about to step outside when—
A firm hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
Jimin’s breath hitched.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting the sharp gaze of a man dressed in all black.
“Where do you think you’re going without sir’s permission?” the bodyguard questioned in a deep, intimidating voice, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Jimin swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm.
Think, Jimin. Think.
A curse slipped past his lips, but an idea popped into his head almost instantly.
