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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
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Yoongi's POV
The morning light, like a lazy painter, was drenching the room in a warm golden glow.
Jimin, still warm from the night's intimacy, was sprawled on his stomach, his sleep-tousled hair a messy crown on the pillow.
Even asleep, he looked beautiful. His hair, a cascade of blonde strands, fell across his face, hiding the playful curve of his cheek.
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His back, arched gently as he lay, was a canvas of moon tattoos, each one so beautiful.
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My fingers itched to trace the delicate lines, to feel the cool ink against my skin. I couldn't resist. I stretched, my elbow resting on the mattress, my fingers ghosting over the delicate curves of the moon on his spine.
The gentle touch must have roused him, because I heard a soft giggle, a sound like the tinkling of wind chimes.
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I leaned closer, my breath warm against his skin as I kissed each moon tattoo, savoring the faint sweetness of his scent.
His body wriggled, his sleep-slurred voice like honey in my ears.
Jimin : "snowflake... it's ticklish,"
he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.
Yoongi ; "aww, babe,"
I whispered back, my voice thick with sleep and desire. I gently pressed a kiss to the tattoo at the base of his spine.
He turned, burying his face in my neck.
Jimin : "You're impossible,"
he mumbled, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
Yoongi : "Just enjoying my favorite view,"
I replied, my voice rough with affection. I kissed his hair, inhaling his sweet scent, the scent of home, of comfort, of him.
