"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 POV
He was sleeping so cutely there, melting my heart. But he looked uncomfortable in that position and outfit.
I gently carried him in my arms. He was so soft and small, just like Namseok. I entered the room and laid him on the bed. He was as cute as a tangerine. I was feeling unexpectedly soft for this kid whom I had only just met. I tucked him in with a blanket. He gave me a familiar vibe, but whose?
I couldn't resist kissing his forehead. The way he talked, no one could beat him in conversations.
Yoongi: I wish I had a son like him...
Suddenly, the smile on my face faded away. All the memories from the past flashed before my eyes. Jimin... 'Where are you?' Why was I so foolish? I didn't want to accept it, and I never would. I hated myself for being like this, for making you hate me. I hoped you were doing well.
Just then, my phone rang. Who could it be now? I answered the call.
Yoongi: Hello?
Namjoon: Hey, Hyung. When are you coming back?
Yoongi: In half an hour.
Namjoon: Alright.
I ended the call, but I didn't feel like leaving him. I had become attached to him in just a few hours. He was the second person I had felt this way about. I needed to go back, but I would wait until he woke up.
I had told Noah and Justin that I would take care of him when I left. Why did my heart tell me not to trust anyone? I entered the room and saw him waking up with a cute whine.
Jiyoon: Mumma!
I noticed him looking around, searching for his mother. When he didn't find her, he started crying. My heart ached seeing him like this. I immediately went to him.
Yoongi: What happened?
He came and sat on my lap, wrapping his little hands around my neck.
Jiyoon: Jiyoon wants Mumma! (crying) Jiyoon had a bad dream.
Yoongi: Don't cry like this, boy. You're making it hard for me. If you keep crying, I might have to leave you.
Yoongi: Shh! I'm right here.
I gently kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears from his chubby cheeks.
Jiyoon: Jiyoon is scared. (crying)
Yoongi: Don't cry, little one.
I managed to calm him down just as Justin walked in.
Justin: Sir, you're ready to go. The car is waiting.
After saying that, he left the room. I looked at Jiyoon's face, and it seemed like he was about to cry again. And then, he burst into tears.
He tightly clung to me, as if he didn't want to let go. So, I lifted him up in my arms, holding him securely.
