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 moment their lips parted, Jimin felt like the floor beneath him had disappeared. His chest heaved as he struggled to steady his breath, his pulse thrumming wildly in his ears. The kiss had been intense—too intense, too overwhelming. His lips still tingled from Yoongi’s touch, but unlike the man before him, who wore an air of satisfaction, Jimin was left trembling, lost in the chaos of emotions tearing through him.
Yoongi pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing against Jimin’s swollen lips as if relishing the way they looked after being claimed by him. His dark eyes burned with something unreadable—something possessive, something dangerous.
"You look so hot and beautiful, doll," Yoongi murmured, his voice dipping into something sultry, something teasing, but beneath it lay something darker—something that made Jimin’s stomach twist into knots.
Jimin’s breath hitched, his entire body stiffening at the pet name. His cheeks flushed despite himself, though whether it was out of embarrassment, anger, or fear, he couldn't tell. The way Yoongi said it sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, a stark reminder of how little control he had over this situation.
His racing heart pounded against his ribs as he tried to steady himself, tried to will his mind into some semblance of clarity. But how could he? How could he possibly process this when the man he had been desperately trying to escape from was now standing before him, claiming him, possessing him as if he were nothing more than an object, a prize Yoongi had finally secured?
Yoongi's smirk deepened as he took a step closer, invading Jimin’s space with an ease that left no room for retreat. His voice dropped into a whisper, low and intimate, sending a wave of unease coursing through Jimin’s veins.
"Have you yearned for my absence?" Yoongi asked, though the way he said it made it clear he already knew the answer he wanted to hear.
Jimin clenched his fists at his sides, trying to force down the panic rising in his chest. The air between them felt thick, suffocating. His lips parted as if to respond, but nothing came out. What could he even say? That he had spent every second of the past month trying to forget Yoongi? That he had wished, prayed, that he would never see him again? That the very sight of him now filled him with a terror so profound it made his skin prickle?
But he didn’t say any of that. He couldn’t. His silence was enough for Yoongi.
A dark chuckle rumbled from Yoongi’s throat as he lifted a hand, his fingers grazing along Jimin’s jawline before tilting his chin up. Jimin flinched but didn’t pull away—he couldn’t.
"Let me make one thing clear, my dear," Yoongi murmured, his grip tightening ever so slightly, his thumb pressing against the soft flesh beneath Jimin’s jaw. "The notion of evading me this time holds no weight."
Jimin sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as the words settled into him like ice.
"You’ve stepped into a binding contract, my husband." Yoongi practically purred the last word, his lips curling into something sinister, something victorious. "Your fate is inextricably intertwined with mine now, held firmly within my grasp."
