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Jeon Jungkook, aka JK, is known as the Mafia King of the world for good reason, he's tough, rude, and ruthless. He doesn't care about anyone except his inner circle and won't hesitate to hurt those who cross him. Love isn't in hi...
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Jhope's p.o.v At 9:00 am
After waking Jin up from his sleep and preparing breakfast for him, I urged him to take a bath and put on some nice clothes since we were leaving in an hour. With my own morning routine completed, I settled on the couch to watch TV while waiting for Jin to get ready. Clad in casual attire—a pair of black pants and a T-shirt with a black-and-white design. I relaxed and enjoyed some downtime.
Suddenly, my phone rang from the pocket of my pants. Glancing around to ensure Jin wasn't nearby, I cautiously retrieved it. I typically avoided using my phone in front of Jin, fearing he might become too attached to it and lose his innocence.
I cautiously retrieved my phone from my pocket, glancing around to ensure Jin wasn't nearby. It displayed an unknown number. Once I confirmed Jin wasn't approaching, I checked the caller ID, it was an unknown number.
"Hmm, who could this be?" I mused to myself. "Should I pick it up?"
After a brief moment of consideration, I decided to answer the call. It seemed harmless enough to entertain an unknown number, after all.
"Hello? Who is this?" I answered, curious about the identity of the caller.
"Hey, guess who?" a familiar voice greeted me.
"Wait a sec, Suga-shii?" I guessed, recognizing the voice.
"I'm glad you remembered me," Suga replied with a hint of amusement.
"Oh yes, Suga-shii. What can I do for you?" I inquired.
"I'm waiting for you. Can you tell me your address?" Suga asked.
"Why?" I hesitated, wondering about his intentions.
"I want to send my car to pick you and your brother up," Suga explained.
"You don't have to worry about that, Suga. We can manage to come by ourselves," I assured him.
"It'll be easier if I send my car. Just give me your address. Taking a taxi might be expensive," Suga insisted.
"Alright, I'll text you our address," I relented.
"Thanks. I'll wait for your message," Suga said.
"Okay, then. Bye, Suga-shii," I bid farewell.
"Bye, Hoba," Suga responded affectionately.
"Bye to you, too," I said with a smile, before ending the call.
