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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,
My heart ached, a hollow emptiness where Yoongi's presence used to be. He was gone.
Just like that, he left me, and I had no idea where he'd gone. Frustration bubbled up inside me. Why couldn't he trust me? Why did he only see that one stupid mistake I made, not all the effort I poured into trying to make him see how much I cared for him?
All the late nights, the silly jokes, the tiny gestures, all just to make him smile.
The thought of going back to Korea crossed my mind, but it was a painful thought. I was stuck, penniless, with no way to get back. No helicopter, no money.
Then I saw Yoongi's phone. I read those message. My heart clenched. The messages were from someone who seemed to know everything I was hiding, everything I was afraid of.
My phone buzzed. It was Taehyung.
Taehyung : "Aish, Jimin. Yoongi's back in Korea,"
his voice crackled through the phone, laced with worry.
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Taehyung : "We found your helicopter, but he wasn't there when we got there. We have to find him. Can you come back?"
My voice barely came out.
Jimin : "I… I don't have the money to come back. He took my card."
Taehyung : “Aww, so good,".
Taehyung scoffed, but there was a hint of anger in his voice.
Taehyung : "He left you like a beggar."
Jimin : "Taehyung,"
I whispered, my voice cracking.
Taehyung : "Fine, fine,"
he said, snapping out of it.
Taehyung : "I'm booking you a ticket and a cab to the airport. Just get ready to go."
Jimin : "You're the best, you know."
Taehyung : "I know,"
he replied.
Minutes later, I saw a cab pulling up outside. My heart ached, a dull, throbbing pain that seemed to spread throughout my entire body.
I packed my things, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts, all centered on Yoongi, on the possibility of losing him forever.
The airport was crowded and noisy, but all I could hear was the echo of my own thoughts. I sank into my seat, staring out the window, my heart heavy with despair .
Yoongi… I whispered his name, tears welling up in my eyes. Where are you?
My heart felt like it was doing the same, buzzing with a painful mix of anger and... loneliness? Yoongi had left me stranded on this island, a paradise turned prison. He'd taken the helicopter, my only way back to Korea, and my black card, my lifeline to the world. Just a tiny, selfish part of me thought he’d left me here on purpose.
