It is the story of one of the most perilous but secret Mafia King "Suga" and a deadly government agent, he is cruel but for those who mess with him, he has a very dangerous aura, Hearing his voice, people's souls tremble, People are afraid to even m...
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The tires of the sleek black car crunched against the gravel driveway as it came to a slow stop in front of a grand farmhouse, nestled deep within an isolated stretch of land. The night was still, the only sound being the faint rustling of leaves as a soft breeze passed through. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the property, highlighting the towering structure that stood proudly against the dark sky.
With a quiet sigh, Suga pushed open the car door and stepped out, stretching his stiff limbs. His sharp eyes flickered toward the back seat, where Jimin lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths.
Hoseok, who had just stepped out from the driver’s side, closed the door behind him and walked around the car. “We’re finally here,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders. “What now?”
Suga didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved toward the backseat, his expression unreadable. He pulled open the door and, without hesitation, slid his arms beneath Jimin’s delicate frame, lifting him effortlessly.
Jimin’s body was warm against his chest, his head resting against Suga’s shoulder. His soft brown locks tickled Suga’s jaw as he adjusted his grip. For a moment, Suga simply stared at the sleeping boy in his arms, his gaze darkening with something possessive, something dangerous.
Hoseok raised a brow at the unusual tenderness in his friend’s expression but chose to keep his thoughts to himself.
Suga carried Jimin inside, his footsteps silent against the marble flooring. The farmhouse was vast, every inch of it exuding wealth and power. The interior was dimly lit, the soft glow of chandeliers casting shadows along the walls.
Hoseok followed behind, hands tucked in his pockets as he watched Suga ascend the stairs with Jimin in his arms. "You’re really serious about this, huh?" he murmured.
Suga didn’t respond, nor did he stop. He simply continued his way toward the bedroom at the end of the hallway.
Pushing the door open with his foot, he stepped inside. The room was dark except for the moonlight spilling through the large windows. A massive bed sat in the center, its silk sheets inviting and soft.
With careful movements, Suga lowered Jimin onto the mattress, ensuring his head rested gently against the plush pillows. He took a step back, taking in the sight before him. Jimin looked almost ethereal—his lips slightly parted, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he breathed evenly.
A small smirk played at Suga’s lips as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Jimin’s forehead before trailing down the bridge of his nose, over his cheek, and stopping at his chin.
His thumb grazed over Jimin’s lips, feeling their softness beneath his touch. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled in his throat.
"Doll…" Suga’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “You’re so beautiful. The prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” His eyes darkened as his thumb traced Jimin’s lower lip once more. "And from now on… you’re mine. Only mine."
