Starting of the story may be cringe but eventually you will start loving it ✔️
Thank you so much @Sirenn_07 for making amazing cover 💜
when his aunt , uncle sold him to mafia King for payment they can't re-pay ... But Mafia fell in love with him ♥...
I'm just warning ⚠️: in this chap I had used abbs pic
Fuck I'm writing this warning so that I won't get restricted note from Wattpad
Jimin's pov
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I sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for Yoongi to help me out of my shirt. My hand throbbed with little pain not much thou.
Yoongi: "Hold still,"
Yoongi said, his voice a mixture of annoyance and something else... worry?
He'd never admit it.
Yoongi: "It's stuck."
I winced as the fabric touched on the bandage, sending a jolt of pain through my hand.
I gripped the sink, trying to stay calm. Yoongi might act like he hated me, but he was taking care of me. I couldn't deny the way my heart thumped a little faster whenever he was near.
I wanted him to want me as much as I want him.
The hot shower spray felt amazing against my skin. I leaned against the cool tiles, letting the water ease the ache in my shoulder. My bandaged hand felt heavy and useless at my side.
Jimin "Wash my hair first,"
I said, my voice softer than intended.
Yoongi: "Alright,"
Yoongi sighed, grabbing the shampoo. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he massaged the shampoo into my scalp. I couldn't help but sigh, leaning into his touch.
Jimin : mmm
I let out a soft moan, enjoying the feeling of his fingers working through my hair. I felt a thrill when I sensed his hesitation, his whole body seeming to tense.
Jimin ; "Harder,"
I breathed, my voice husky. I couldn't help but tease him a little, to test his patience.
Yoongi : "Is this hard enough for you?"
Yoongi retorted, his voice tight, but his fingers didn't ease their pressure.
I laughed,
Jimin : "You're such a good husband snowflake,"
I teased him enjoying his annoying face .
He just grunted in response, focusing on rinsing the shampoo from my hair.
Jimin : "Yoongi, can you wash my back too?"
I asked, my eyes twinkling with a playful glint. He hesitated for a moment, a tiny frown creasing his forehead, before finally giving in with a sigh.
He squeezed a generous amount of body wash into his hands, the scent of citrus filling the small bathroom.
