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 large grandfather clock in the living room struck four o'clock as Yoongi stepped into the mansion, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet surroundings. The air inside was still, too still for his liking.
His steps were heavy as he walked upstairs to Jimin’s room. He pushed open the door, expecting to see the younger curled up on the bed or maybe sitting near the window, lost in thought.
But the room was empty.
A deep frown settled on Yoongi’s face.
"Jimin?" He called out, stepping inside, his gaze flickering to the attached bathroom. He yanked the door open. Empty.
His jaw clenched. He turned on his heels and left the room, his patience wearing thin.
"Where the hell is he?" He muttered, making his way downstairs.
He checked the kitchen. Nothing. The garden. Nowhere. Even the servants' quarters. No sign of him.
His irritation quickly turned into frustration.
Standing in the middle of the mansion, his hands balled into tight fists, he shouted, his deep voice echoing through the walls—
"For God's sake, Jimin! Where the fuck are you? I don’t like playing hide and seek, so wherever you are, come here!"
Silence.
A cold feeling settled in his chest. Something was wrong.
Without wasting another second, Yoongi stormed outside where his personal bodyguard stood near the car, looking unusually tense.
Yoongi’s gaze darkened immediately. "Where is Jimin?"
The bodyguard swallowed hard. "S-Sir… J-Jimin, h-he…" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Yoongi's patience snapped. "Just tell me already, bastard!" he roared.
The guard flinched and lowered his head in fear. "S-sir… he… he d-didn't come b-back."
Yoongi's breath hitched, his body freezing for a split second before rage consumed him.
"What did you just say?" His voice dropped dangerously low. "What the fuck do you mean he didn't come back? Who gave him permission to step out of this house?!"
Before the bodyguard could even react, Yoongi grabbed his collar, pulling him close. His fingers curled tightly around the fabric, nearly choking the man.
