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Yoongi is a ruthless Mafia who disguise himself as a college student in his college (his college means he's the fucking owner of the college) for an underground mission, where he meets a sw...
Yesterday, I found out I had to move rooms. I had no idea who my new roommate would be, and I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d get along. After packing up my things, I made my way to room 137, the one the warden assigned me. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment, feeling a little nervous.
Then, footsteps. The door opened, and to my utter shock, standing in front of me was none other than Min Yoongi, the college heartthrob, looking every bit the part.
I hadn’t expected him to be my roommate, not in a million years.
I stood there, a bit frozen, unsure of what to say. But I managed to get the words out.
"Hey, I'm Park Jimin. I'm pursuing Business along with music as a minor subject. Hope we share a great bond ahead. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yoongi."
I didn’t know why, but he looked slightly shocked by my introduction.
Yoongi's POV:
I opened the door, and there stood Jimin. You’re probably wondering how I knew who he was.
Well, we’re both majoring in business with music as a minor, and out of everyone, Jimin is the only one who’s ever caught my attention.
I’ve had a crush on him for a while, but I never tried to talk to him. My life’s already complicated enough, and I didn’t want to drag him into this mess. He’s literally an angel, always so kind, soft-spoken, and selfless. I’ve never seen a guy like him.
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard his angelic voice.
"Hey, I'm Park Jimin. I'm pursuing Business along with music as a minor subject. Hope we share a great bond ahead. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yoongi."
What? He knows me?
I was a little taken aback, but I quickly composed myself.
"Oh, it’s nice to meet you too, Jimin. I’m Min Yoongi. Please, come inside."
I had to act like a normal student, polite and neutral. After all, no one knew that I was the heir of the Yoshinori Watanabe mafia group.
I stepped aside, letting him into the room. He started unpacking, settling his things down, and I did the same. Once everything was in place, I lay on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to push the thoughts of Jimin out of my mind.
But my thoughts kept drifting back to the mission.
I pulled out my phone and messaged the group chat:
"We need to start working on our mission from tomorrow onwards."
A quick series of "Ok" responses followed.
"We need to prepare ourselves. The first thing we focus on is the records of all the transferred students this year. Keep an eye on them. We need to find the culprit fast, or we’ll be in deep trouble."
"RM, you go through the records and let me know if you suspect anyone."
"That’s all for now. I’ll update you all after the meeting."
I put my phone down and stood up. It was getting late, and I was starving. The canteen would close soon, so I decided to grab something before it was too late.
But as I stood, I saw Jimin still lying on his bed, fast asleep.
For a moment, I just stared at him, his peaceful expression making my heart do something strange.
Without thinking, I leaned over to gently shake his shoulder, waking him up.
"Hey, Jimin. You want to grab dinner with me?"
He didn’t stir. His peaceful face made me hesitate, but I pushed it aside, figuring he’d wake up soon. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My heart seemed to be doing things I didn’t understand.
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I snapped out of my daze and said, "Jimin, Jimin, wake up. We’re getting late for dinner, or the canteen will close."
He let out a long, exaggerated yawn.
What the hell? I thought, Look at his audacity, yawning in front of me, the most dangerous mafia boss, Min Yoongi. But I quickly shrugged it off. He didn’t know who I was, and honestly, I wasn’t sure how I felt about him yet.
I tried again, shaking his shoulder gently, and thank God, he finally woke up.
"Oh, I’m sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I got too tired and didn’t realize when I fell asleep."
I could feel my frustration easing.
"Yeah, we should go to the canteen," he added, sitting up.
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. But deep down, something about him made my heart race a little faster. I couldn’t explain it.
