His Summer | Min Yoongi ✔

27 - High End

Life is an hourglass.

You cant alwayd predict things; even the impossible ones has the proximity to happen.

I'm surrounded with a bunch of mafia lords within a mafia house and I happen to be involved in a mafia war.

Although, I still dont get why though. Perhaps because Namjoon is my cousin, that's why?

The bed suddenly move and I notice something shifted beside me.

My eyes went wide as I adjust them in the dark.

"Jin?" His physique is masculine. "Jin?" I repeat.

He promptly rested a hand above my stomach.

The hand is quite big and long.

"Taehyung?" I called. "Taehyung how did you came here?"

He groan. "Noisy."

"What, you're not Taehyung?" I quickly flick the lamp beside.

"Turn that thing off." He hissed.

"Yoongi, how did you-- what are you doing in here? Namjoon told me this is my room." I protest.

He use one hand covering his eyes. "I just want a sleep, now turn that thing off."

I glared at him but switch the lamp off anyway.

"What're you doing? Aren't you goin to sleep?" He said when he notice I'm still seated.

"I'm not goin to sleep in the same bed with you." I protest.

He sigh. "I'm tired, love."

1...

2...

3...

3 seconds I forgot to breath.

3 seconds I thought I lose my mind.

3 seconds of halted time.

It took 3 seconds for me to realize I was deeply staring at Min Yoongi without knowing the reason why.

I watch as his chest went up and down while his eyes are closed and his face molds softness.

What, what is happening?

I slowly lay down.

Usually, I always have thoughts, but right now my mind is blank.

Every time I try to distance myself from Yoongi, he just do things and flip everything around me.

I cant figure him out.

"Why?" I mumble.

"Why did you bail the marriage Yoongi?" My voice is low.