"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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(ignore mistakes.. I'm feeling so sad sorry.. not in mood to correct)
YOONGI'S POV
"Coming..." He heard Jimin's voice after almost two weeks.
As Jimin opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise.
Jimin: You...
It had been two weeks since I last saw him. He hadn't been in front of me for that long. I couldn't quite express the mix of emotions I felt upon seeing him again. All I wanted to do was to pull him into a tight, bone-crushing hug. I could sense his reaction changing; his eyes already conveyed that he had missed me too, that he wanted to meet me as much as I did.
Jimin: What are you doing here, Mr. Min? (Cold)
His cold tone nearly shattered me, weakening my knees as much as my heart. I reached out to touch his cheek, but he stepped back, avoiding eye contact.
I knew he was scared, scared to embrace me, scared to let his love and emotions show. He couldn't keep up his cold facade in front of me.
Jimin: I asked you something, Mr. Min!
He repeated, pulling me out of my thoughts. For the first time, I found myself at a loss for words.
Yoongi: Jimin-ah... Why haven't you been coming to see me?
I spoke softly, my voice tinged with a hint of pleading. I realized the tougher I tried to be, the weaker I felt without him.
Jimin: You should leave, Mr. Min...
Yoongi: You can't run from me, Jimin. You can't run from the situation, and deep down, you know that. Don't you?
Jimin: I don't want to hear anything...
It was enough for me. I know I did wrong, but at least I want to talk to him, at least see him.
Yoongi: Jimin... I know... I did wrong, and I'm not asking for forgiveness... but... at least let me in...
I said emotionally as we stood at the entrance of his house.
Jimin: You should go... the weather is not good... Jiyoon is staying there, you should be with him.
He avoided making eye contact with me, looking down at the floor instead of directly at me.
I walked over and held his waist, pulling him closer. My finger gently lifted his chin, making him look at me. I saw his teary eyes, the reason he avoided looking at me.
Yoongi: Jimin-ah, running is not the solution... you know this too...
Jimin: For me, it is, Mr. Min. Just go from here.
Yoongi: I won't...
He tried to wiggle out of my grip. His eyes were already filled with tears, showing how much we missed each other... he was punishing me, but at the same time, he was punishing himself too.
