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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Packing Tensions
Jimin was busy folding his clothes, neatly placing them in his suitcase when a sudden voice from the door startled him.
"Need any help?"
His body tensed at the familiar deep voice. Panic surged through him as he spun around, only to be met with Yoongi’s figure leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Jimin’s grip on his shirt tightened as he blurted out, "No, I've got this covered. I can manage on my own."
The atmosphere grew thick with tension. Neither of them spoke for a second, both aware of the complex dynamics of their relationship.
Yoongi took a step inside, his smirk deepening. "Honeymoon packing, huh? I didn't realize you were so meticulous." His voice carried amusement, clearly enjoying Jimin’s discomfort.
Jimin shot him a glare, "Unlike some people, I prefer to be prepared." His tone was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.
Yoongi chuckled, "Well, at least we agree on one thing."
Jimin scoffed. "I didn't agree on anything. It's just you who made me agree on this." His voice held frustration as he exhaled deeply, trying to suppress his emotions.
But Yoongi wasn’t fazed. Instead, he moved closer—his steps slow, deliberate.
Before Jimin could react, strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Jimin froze.
His breath hitched when Yoongi rested his chin on his shoulder, the older’s presence suffocatingly close.
"What are you doing? Step away! Can't you see I'm swamped?" Jimin snapped, trying to push him off.
Yoongi hummed, clearly unbothered, before tightening his hold. "Alright, baby, carry on. Just give me a shout if you need anything." His voice was smooth, almost teasing.
Jimin clenched his jaw, knowing Yoongi was doing this on purpose.
His lips twitched slightly before he quipped, "There’s one thing you can do—pack your own damn luggage for once."
Yoongi blinked. "Huh?"
Jimin smirked, "Yes, Mr. Mafia. Pack your own stuff."
Yoongi narrowed his eyes, "To the world, maybe. But to you, I’m your husband." His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of intensity.
Jimin rolled his eyes. "So, what's your point?"
Yoongi exhaled, slightly exasperated. "What do you mean, 'What's my point'? Seriously?"
Jimin simply waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it."
