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 sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the Min mansion as Yoongi’s voice rang out with urgency.
"Come on, we're running late!" he called, his tone sharper than usual, laced with a rare hint of impatience.
"We're coming, Hyung!" Jungkook's voice responded from upstairs, followed by the thudding of footsteps. Moments later, both he and Taehyung appeared at the top of the staircase, hauling their luggage behind them.
Yoongi tapped his foot against the floor, arms crossed as he glanced at his watch. But just as he was about to huff in frustration, his gaze shifted toward the staircase—and froze.
Jimin was descending the stairs, dressed in a soft pink T-shirt that clung to his frame just right, paired with sleek black jeans that accentuated his toned legs. His platinum blond hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, framing his delicate yet striking features.
Yoongi’s grip on his bag faltered.
With a muted thud, his bag slipped from his fingers, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
Jungkook and Taehyung, who had reached the bottom of the stairs, turned their heads at the unexpected sound. "Huh?" Jungkook blinked, shifting his gaze between Yoongi and the dropped bag.
Yoongi, on the other hand, didn’t seem to register anything except Jimin.
His usually sharp, calculating eyes widened slightly, betraying his momentary lapse in composure. It wasn’t just the outfit—it was the way Jimin wore it. The soft pink of his shirt contrasted beautifully with his smooth skin, and the black jeans hugged his legs just right. The casual yet effortlessly stylish ensemble made him look both innocently cute and unintentionally seductive.
Yoongi’s lips parted slightly, as if words had formed on his tongue but refused to escape. Damn. He had always known Jimin was attractive, but something about this moment—the casualness, the way the warm glow of the chandelier illuminated him—it caught him off guard.
Jungkook furrowed his brows, his gaze snapping to Yoongi, who remained oddly silent. Then, realization flickered in his eyes as he smirked.
"What happened, Hyung?" Jungkook asked, amusement dripping from his tone.
Yoongi blinked rapidly, snapping out of whatever trance he had momentarily fallen into. He swallowed, clearing his throat as he averted his gaze.
"N-nothing," he stammered, but his eyes betrayed him as they flickered back to Jimin—just for a second too long.
Jungkook’s smirk widened. "Right. Nothing." He dragged out the word teasingly.
Jimin, who had reached the last step, paused at their interaction. He tilted his head, looking between Yoongi and Jungkook, his lips pursing slightly. "What are you two whispering about?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone.
