MAFIA LOVE ENG. Vers ( TAEGI )

8

After he finished his food, Yoongi just watched the waiter tidy up his cutlery. The waiter even cleaned up the previously dirty plates with completely untouched food.

"Okay then, since my task is finished, I will go out" he politely bowed slightly then started walking slowly

"E-excuse me"

The movement of the hand stopped, yijeong... the name of the butler turned to look at the sweet boy who was also looking doubtfully at him.

"Um...eum...m-may I know where this is?" Yoongi asked playing with his fingers behind his body.

Yijeong smiled, then shook his head slightly "Sorry, I can't tell you"

After saying that, Yijeong walked out of there leaving the sweet one silent.

Yoongi, the 16 year old teenager, pondered for a moment. He took the spoon that was under his clothes, then approached the window.

"If the doors are all closed, that doesn't mean there's no way out," he muttered

The white hands covered in bruises started working, fiddling with the window to find a gap to open it. Occasionally glancing behind him, afraid that the master would suddenly come in and kill him.

He patiently continued to try, even cold sweat was dripping down his forehead. The pale man glanced at the clock

"It's 11 o'clock at night, and I can't open this window yet."

His head shook in disbelief, he had been in that position for hours. But he didn't care, all he cared about was his freedom. And he wouldn't give up hope until here.

"I have to get out of here, whatever happens," he muttered, trying to encourage himself by continuing to try to open the window

His pale lips moved in a small upward curve when he saw the large window open. He slowly pushed open the window, then squatted down when he saw many bodyguards below.

"Why are there so many? If it's like this I really can't get out," he muttered, almost giving up if he hadn't seen the iron spoon.

With a precise calculation, Yoongi threw the spoon, making a loud sound which of course made the burly men run around looking for the source of the sound.

"Good, go everyone...go"

After feeling safe, the cutie slowly climbed up the balcony railing. Carefully holding on to the railing, his legs just dangled tremblingly.

"Akh I'm sore," he whispered, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

"No! You can't give up Yoongi-ah, y-you can do it"

With a little remaining strength, Yoongi finally reached the small wall steps. He walked slowly while holding on and saying a prayer so he wouldn't get caught.

Bruk!

"Akh!" he groaned softly, as his body rolled from the jump.

He quickly stood up, walking stealthily through the back street. His cat eyes looked warily in all directions.

"Why didn't I get there?" he whispered in frustration when he couldn't find the exit, it felt like he kept spinning there.

His feet were already sore, it even seemed like... his white soles were scratched and bleeding from rubbing against the grass.

He was just about to scream when he saw the door, but a sound behind him made him freeze with a loud gasp of fear.

"Where are you going doll? Do you want to run away hm?" so disgusting with his flat tone.