Captivated [kv]❤️

TWO

☘—THE GORGEOUS MALE—☘

Jungkook tugged his trousers a little and crouched down, "Where is your mommy, kitty?" He gently rubbed his finger on the kitten's back. 

The kitten meowed, reacting to his voice and touch as it turned around slowly and began crawling to his feet. The mafia picked the cute kitten, gently keeping it on his palm he stood up while patting the meowing kitty. 

"Are you an orphan kitty hmm?" The mafia leader looked around, there's no trace of a cat that could be this cute kitten's mother but only cars at their full speed. 

He walked to his driver who immediately slid down the car window, "Park the car somewhere or we'll be charged. I'm going to look after this kitten until its mother comes." Jungkook kept caressing the kitten's back who'd been meowing. 

Jungkook turned his heels, looking around at the cars he crossed the road and went to a bench situated on the other side of the road on the footpath. "Let's wait for your mommy, kitty yeah?" The mafia beamed. 

His character was confusing for every person who worked under him; one moment he was smiley, another moment angry. Everyone called him bipolar but nobody was sure if he was one just based on his mood. Nobody could ever guess in what mood he was or can be. 

The mafia sat on the bench as the meowing kitten shushed down, having the warm hands around itself. "I wonder how you got here, kitty. It's dangerous to be here. Street dogs can harm you and as well those non-stop running cars." 

"You're quite comfortable aren't you?" He stared at the kitty who was now resting on his palms, his gaze soft as ever. "You are cute." The mafia gently brushed his thumb across its back. 

A Mercedes-Benz in a full-speed drove past the bench he was sitting on, honking loudly which startled the kitten, it got up and again started to meow, now louder than before. 

Jungkook cursed under his breath at whoever was driving that car. "Shush, is kitty scared?" He brought the kitten closer to his chest, rubbing a finger over its small back as gently as he could. But no use. 

After not being able to shush the kitten, the mafia could not understand whether it was meowing for being scared or wanted its mother which certainly he believed to be true. 

So without further thought, he pulled out his phone with his free hand, placing the meowing kitty on the bench. The mafia dialed a number and pressed the device against his ear, gazing at the kitty who had begun to walk with its unstable legs. 

After two rings, his call was answered. "Mr. Min." He spoke. 

"Yes, boss?" The blond's voice sounded sleepy, so he assumed his right hand was sleeping. 

"Do you perhaps know about kitties? Any idea why they keep meowing?" 

There were shuffling sounds from Yoongi's side before he heard the male's now fully awakened voice. "How old is the kitten?"