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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The passage of a month brought about many changes. Taehyung and Jungkook’s relationship flourished, their bond strengthening with every moment spent together. Love settled between them effortlessly, their growing connection bringing a sense of warmth to those around them.
Meanwhile, Jimin and Jungkook’s friendship had also deepened. What started as polite conversations had turned into genuine camaraderie. They laughed together, shared meals, and supported each other, making their dynamic one of comfort and trust.
Jungkook had become a frequent visitor to Taehyung’s house, and in that time, Taehyung’s family had embraced him with open arms. Jin, Namjoon, and even their parents adored Jungkook’s presence, treating him as one of their own. Happiness filled their home, creating an atmosphere of love and togetherness.
But amidst all this warmth, one person remained shrouded in darkness.
Min Yoongi.
His world had become a bleak, merciless place, consumed entirely by one thought—finding Jimin.
Days turned into nights, and nights into days, but his search bore no results. Jimin remained out of reach, a ghost that had slipped through his fingers.
In Yoongi’s desperation, he sought solace in alcohol and smoke. His once carefully maintained composure crumbled, replaced by unchecked frustration. The lack of progress in his search only fueled his descent into self-destruction.
A month ago, he had been ruthless. Now, he was worse—dangerous.
His temper was a beast, snapping at anyone who dared approach him. His patience had vanished, and his kindness—what little he once had—was long gone.
His home remained untouched, abandoned in favour of his office, the only place where he could drown himself in work, alcohol, and the illusion of control. He hadn’t visited his family in weeks, his mother’s worried calls ignored, Jungkook’s texts left unanswered.
He told himself he was busy. That work kept him away. But deep down, he knew the truth.
Jimin had become his obsession.
He would not stop. He would not give up.
If Jimin thought he could escape him, he was wrong.
Yoongi would find him.
At any cost.
♡♤♡
The dim glow of the bar lights flickered against the polished counter as Yoongi sat hunched over, a glass of whiskey gripped tightly in his hand. The sharp burn of alcohol had long since lost its sting, numbing him to everything but the relentless thoughts of Jimin that plagued his mind.
Another drink. Another attempt to drown the ache in his chest.
A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached for the bottle to pour himself another, but before he could, a familiar voice interrupted his downward spiral.
