Forced to be his ♡✔️

12. Mafia training

Yoongi pov

Yoongi: Why the hell are you giving me this?'

I growled, holding the damn thing like it was about to bite.

Jimin : 'It's called a gun, Yoongi,

Jimin said, that annoying smirk plastered on his face.

Jimin : 'And it's for your 'mafia queen' work, because I have enemies, and you need to learn to protect yourself. From today, boxing, firing, karate, knife-fighting...the whole Mafia training started, Welcome to the dark side, Yoongi.'

Yoongi: I don't want any of it, my morning already ruined. 'Just leave me alone, you spoiled Mafia brat.

I spat

Jimin : One more word, and I'll cut your tongue out, I will treat you like Princess but you should learn to be my queen.

Jimin threatened, his voice dripping with venom.

Jimin: 'Now, get your ass to the warehouse. Training starts now.'

He knew I had no choice.

Yoongi : 'Fine,'

I ground out, my teeth gritted.

The dusty warehouse reeked of cigarettes and failure. I gripped the gun, the metal cold and unfamiliar in my hand. Jimin watched me from his side eye ,that cruel amusement still lurking in his eyes. He was going to make this hell for me.

Jimin said , smooth as silk,

Jimin : 'Alright, Yoongi. Time for your first lesson. This ain't no toy, I'm not gonna lie.'

My palms were already sweating.

Yoongi 'I know,'

I mumbled, not sure why I even tried to pretend otherwise.

Jimin chuckled, that soft, almost playful sound that always unnerved me. He reached out, his hand warm and big, taking mine before placing it on the gun.

Jimin : 'Relax,

he said, his voice a soothing presence.

Jimin : 'You're tense. Take your time, feel the weight.'

Overwhelmed by his unexpected tenderness, I flinched.

Yoongi: 'I... I don't know.'

Jimin gently guided my fingers over the grip, his touch firm but reassuring.

Jimin : 'It's all about control,'

he explained.

Jimin : 'You need to be one with the weapon, feel its power, respect its potential. But you also need to control it, understand its limits. A gun is a powerful tool, Yoongi, but it's nothing without the mind behind it.

His gaze was piercing, intense.

I met his eyes, a spark of determination lighting up within me.

Yoongi: 'I understand.'

Jimin : Good,'

Jimin said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Jimin : 'Now, let's start with the basics.'

He moved my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine as he demonstrated how to hold and aim the weapon.

Jimi.: 'See, it's not about brute force, it's about precision.The power lies in the finesse, Yoongi. You'll learn.'

Jimin : Hold it like this,'

he instructed, his voice low in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Jimin : 'Squeeze. Not too tight. You want a steady hand, not a death grip.'