The Mafias Lover.

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Bright sunlight peered through the curtains of the small males room, leaving him to open his eyes then close them again and flip over to the other side, smiling once the comfort of the black blanket and white pillow rushing over him. Falling back asleep, he didn’t notice Jimin come in and pick him up to go to the bathroom.

He finally woke up after the bath and looked around, seeing him still on the bed but he felt clean..like he was bathed. Looking down and seeing a towel, he panicked a little at the thought of Jimin seeing his scars and bruises. Letting out a sigh and a groan mixed in, getting up to get dressed into his butler outfit before grabbing his crutches, but they were nowhere to be seen. He furrowed his brows then walked out to the door, looking out to see if anyone was there to help him.

He saw no one, then groaned again and walked out with his boot to the elevator, pressing the first floor to go greet Jimin. Thinking of what could happen, his mind spiraled. What if he doesn’t like me back? I mean Mafia can’t date because of their schedule..right? What if he ignores me? What if...what if he fires me and kills me?! Thoughts clouded his fragile mind as he furrowed his brows, his thoughts getting cut off by the doors of the elevator opening and there stood Jimin and Namjoon, staring at him.

He gulped and slowly walked out, bowing a little after he got out. “Good morning Mister Park..Namjoon.”

Jimin smiled at him and bowed back, “Good morning Yoongi. Today I’ll be at a mission, a trip that you can’t go on.” Yoongis heart broke at this, but nodded and kept his emotions together. He didn’t smile, he didn’t cry. All he did was tell a lie. “Of course, Mister Park. I’ll stay here and clean with the maids and Namjoon.”

“No. You have a day off, Yoongi. You may do whatever it is you’d like to do.” Jimin smiled softly before putting a hand on Yoongis shoulder, watching the youngers face go from glum to understanding as he hugged him gently. “Well, I’m off for a bit. I’ll see you two later.”

“Goodbye Mister Park.” Both Namjoon and Yoongi said as they watched Jimin walk off.

Yoongi felt awkward after that, tensing at words and shows of affection. Namjoon noticed this and pulled him aside at lunch to talk to him. “Yoongi, is something wrong? You’ve looked tense all day and reacting to little things. Is this about Mister Park?”

“I..didn’t want to say this but..yes. It is, I’ve felt awkward since he left today..I know he kissed me yesterday but I don’t know if he likes me back. You know what I’m saying?” Yoongi explained, trying to find words to say as he stared at the others eyes. Namjoon was about to say something when his phone rang and picked up, “Hello, Kim Namjoon speaking. Oh hello Mister Park. You want to talk to Yoongi? ..his father?”

Yoongi tensed up at the words and motioned to put it on speaker. Namjoon nodded and put it on speaker, “You’re on speaker, Mister Park.”

“Ah. Is Yoongi with you?”

“Yes sir.”

“H-Hello Mister Park.” Yoongi said to the phone, awaiting an answer.

“Hello Min Yoongi. I’m going to talk to you and you have to listen very closely, alright?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

Hearing a deep breath from the other side then heard him speak, “I need you..to hug Namjoon and not let go after I tell you this.”

Yoongi got confused then followed his instructions, hugging Namjoon and looking at the phone. “I followed your orders. What are you going to tell me?”

“Yoongi..your father is now dead.”

Pain.

Pain was all that Yoongi could think as his heart shattered for the second time today, feeling tears fill his eyes as he hiccuped and buried his face in Namjoons shoulder as his grip increased on his outfit, almost tearing the white shirt. “W-Why? Why h-him and not m-me?”