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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The quiet of the night surrounded them as Yoongi stood frozen in place, staring at Jimin. His heart pounded against his ribs, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest.
"Hey, please lie down," Yoongi said in a panic, moving closer. His hands instinctively found Jimin's shoulders, gently guiding him back onto the bed.
Jimin complied, but just as Yoongi was about to pull away, he felt a soft tug on his wrist. Before he could react, Jimin had pulled him down, closing the distance between them.
And then-Jimin's lips met his.
It was soft. Warm. Loving.
Yoongi's breath hitched, his body stiffening as shock flooded his senses. Jimin, his husband-his Jimin-was kissing him. It wasn't desperate or urgent. It wasn't calculated. It was simply love.
He had never expected this.
Jimin's lips lingered for a moment before he pulled away, his breathing uneven. His eyes, filled with warmth and mischief, met Yoongi's stunned expression.
Yoongi was frozen. His mind reeled, his body unsure whether to move forward or pull back. His lips tingled from the unexpected contact, and he struggled to find words.
Jimin, however, had no such hesitation.
With a teasing smile, he leaned in again, pressing another quick kiss to Yoongi's lips. This time, he even licked Yoongi's bottom lip playfully before pulling back, giggling softly.
Yoongi blinked. What just happened?
Jimin chuckled at his wide-eyed expression.
"What's the matter, my dear husband? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Jimin teased, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
Yoongi opened his mouth, then closed it. Opened it again, and then-
"Jimin, I... umm... you... I mean..." He stammered, his usual sharp tongue failing him for the first time.
Jimin grinned, clearly enjoying his flustered state.
"Oh? The great mafia boss is stuttering? Unusual, huh?" Jimin mocked playfully, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on the back of Yoongi's neck.
Yoongi swallowed thickly, trying to make sense of this shift. Just hours ago, Jimin had been fragile, recovering, emotionally drained. And now-now he was kissing him, teasing him, holding him.
Jimin's expression softened, his teasing momentarily fading as he spoke again.
"And yes, I'm okay. But what were you trying to say, my love?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly, his eyes twinkling.
Yoongi shook his head, regaining a small fraction of his composure.
"Baby, you might hurt yourself," he mumbled, concern lacing his voice. "Let me get up. You're not fully recovered yet."
