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when his aunt , uncle sold him to mafia King for payment they can't re-pay ... But Mafia fell in love with him ♥️
A Mafia trun a innocent boy into Mafia
Contains mature content,
After picking the gun yoonmin went to dinning table to eat.
Jimin pov
The spicy aroma of Yoongi's cooked, kimchi fried rice and soupy teokbokki, filled the air.
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Kimchi fried rice
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soupy teokbokki,
It was a comforting contrast to the tension surrounded in the room. I sat down at the dining table, my gaze falling on the new chairs.
A wave of irritation washed over me. I remembered the night I'd tossed every chair in the house into the storage room, desperate for Yoongi to make sit on my lap, for him to be close.
Jimin : 'Whose idea were these chairs?'
I asked, my brow furrowing.
Mina, sitting on one of the opposite chairs, looked at me with an uninterested look.
Mina: 'I got them,'
she said, her voice flat.
Jimin: You know my rules,'
I said, my voice cold.
Jimin: 'You know I don't want anyone-especially you-changing things around here. Now, get rid of them.'
Mina's eyes met mine, her gaze steady and unwavering.
Mina: 'They're here to stay,'
she said simply,
Mina: 'You can't eat without chairs.'
Jimin: You're testing me, Mina,'
I warned, my voice a dangerous whisper.
Mina just shrugged, her composure unyielding.
Mina: 'Did you bring these chairs so you could throw them in the storage room ?'
