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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,
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After a week
Jimin's POV
The silence in my room felt suffocating, only broken by the choked sobs escaping my lips.
I swiped through my phone, desperately searching for a quote that could capture the crushing weight of my heartache.
Jimin : "Everything hurts,"
I mumbled, reading one aloud, my voice choked with tears.
Jimin : "And I'm so tired."
I took a selfie, my face a mess of red eyes and salty streaks, and posted it along with the quote. It felt like a desperate cry for help, a way to pour my sadness into the digital void.
My gaze fell on the bowl of strawberries Taehyung had left on my desk.
Without thinking, I picked one up, the sweet, juicy fruit tasting like both a reward and a betrayal. Each bite was a symphony of bittersweetness, a delicious reminder of happiness tinged with the sharp sting of loss.
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Suddenly, the door slammed open and Taehyung burst in, his face creased with worry.
Taehyung : "Jimin,"
he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Taehyung : "What's with all these sad posts?"
My heart ached even more at his genuine worry.
I swallowed the strawberry, a fresh wave of tears welling up in my eyes.
Jimin : "Just feel like sharing as Post,"
I choked out, my voice thick with emotion.
Jimin : "It's just..."
I trailed off, unable to voice the hollowness clawing at my chest.
Taehyung frowned, his eyes searching mine for answers. He noticed the near-empty bowl of strawberries.
Taehyung : "Hey, those are mine! What are you doing?"
he asked, a hint of playful annoyance in his tone.
I looked up, my face crumpling even further.
Jimin : "I feel like eating...,"
I whispered, my voice barely audible. The words felt hollow, a desperate attempt to fill the gaping void within me.
Taehyung sighed, his anger melting into concern.
Taehyung : "Jimin, you need to talk to me. And don't eat my strawberries, you know how much I love them!"
