"I hate you..who are you to order me"
"Your husband" After k!ddn@pping and marrying him he replied.
In the world of the Mafia, it's like a game of chess where only one king can survive.
"Only me or you.. and it will be me"
Game just started..
Lov...
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Yoongi's fingers flew across the screen as he tried to call Jimin, but the phone remained stubbornly silent, mocking him with its "Switched Off" message. Frustration simmered, then boiled over, as he hurled the phone onto the bed with a soft thud. The device bounced off the sheets, a tiny rebellion against his anger.
Yoongi collapsed onto the bed, his body surrendering to the turmoil that ravaged his mind. Thoughts swirled like a vortex, pulling him under.
'Why did he call me?' The question echoed through his consciousness like a scream.
'Was something serious happening? Is he okay?' The concern that rose up surprised him; he was supposed to hate Jimin, not care about his well-being.
But the questions kept coming, relentlessly. 'Why did he bother calling me, only to shut me out?! Why toy with me, Jimin?!' Yoongi's mind seethed with resentment, mixed with a deep longing.
'Maybe the situation is different,' he thought, grasping for a lifeline. 'Maybe he needs me.' But the uncertainty only fueled his frustration.
'I wish this was just a dream,' he whispered to the darkness, his voice cracking with emotion.
'I wish I could wake up and forget the ache in my chest.'
But deep down, he knew this was no dream. This was his reality, a tangled web of emotions he couldn't escape.
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Jimin was curled up in a tiny ball, sobbing uncontrollably in the cramped space. Between gasps for air, he choked out words
In a fit of despair, Jimin had hurled his phone across the room, watching in horror as it shattered into pieces. Now, he picked up the broken device, trying to reassemble the fragments while wiping away his tears, which flowed like a river.
Jimin's body shook with hiccups as he lamented
Jimin : Minnie broke phone... now how will Minnie call dwda?
His voice cracked, and his small frame trembled with each sob.
After 1 hour
After an hour of waiting, Jimin's boredom turned to hunger, his tummy growling adorably. He pouted,
Jimin: Minnie ish hungwry, but Minnie won't eat until Dwada comes.
His stomach protested again, and Jimin thought.
Jimin : But no one bill know if Minnie eats or nwot.
He wandered into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room for something, anything, to satisfy his growling tummy.
But Jungkook was nowhere to be found, and Jimin didn't know about the food hidden in the freezer.
