episode 4
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(thinking, darkly): The second someone touched me, I was ready to kill them.
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(thinking, startled): But… that smile. Angelic. Fragile. One touch and he’d shatter.
The boy jumped a little, clearly scared. Then he asked, softly:
park jimin
“C-could you tell me the time, sir?”
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(thinking): Dear God, even his voice is cute. (eyes fall to Jimin’s small wrist, spotting a watch)
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(thinking, suspicious): Wait. Is he CTA? Did they really send a cute little boy for intel? That’s low, even for them… But no. I can’t kill this sweet child.
park jimin
Leans in, whispering nervously) “I’m sorry, sir… but I think you’re being followed. I-I saw a big knife, left side of his back.”
His pupils twitched toward the left. Amusing, clumsy. Jungkook had to bite back a smile.
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(smoothly) “Of course. But only if you help me, too.”
He acted lost, asking, “Can you show me the way to the underground?”
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
Thinking, eyes scanning): How did I not notice? I must have been too deep in my own thoughts.
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(thinking, watching Jimin): I could kill him right now. But this pure-hearted kid—he shouldn’t have to see blood. Not with those innocent eyes.
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(Thinking, smirking): I’ll finish the stranger later.
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
(watching, intrigued) “That was very nice of you.”
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
I lost a angle no it can't be I will find him
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
Even if it takes me years! I'm mafia I have his name that 's all i need
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
( smirk)but i still have one thing left to do ! I turned around and walked down the path I had just came from together with jimin
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
No one tried to rob me I'm Jeon junkook the mafia king
I walked into alley I had seen him previously go into and pulled my gun
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
Come out wherever you are , i playfully shouted until I saw a shadow moving
Jeon junkook ( Mafia )
There you are ( i smirk )
The rain poured harder, soaking through Jimin’s clothes. His small hands trembled as he searched for his keys.
park jimin
(thinking): Please… let him already be asleep… please…
(He opens the door, slips inside, locking it quietly. The only sound—his father’s loud snores echoing from the living room.)
park jimin
(whispers): “…thank God.”
park jimin
He tiptoes to the kitchen, unloading groceries. Each bottle clinks softly. He remembers last time… the punishment. The bruises. The broken bones.
park jimin
(thinking): It’s my fault. I deserved it… I forgot his job. I was careless. A disgrace of a son.
(His hands shake as he puts the last item away. Memories crash over him—the past, his mother’s warm smile, then her lifeless body. His chest tightens, tears threatening.)
park jimin
(thinking, broken): If it wasn’t for me… she’d still be alive…
Silent sobs wrack his body. He stumbles to his room, shuts the door, and collapses against it. Tears fall until none are left.)
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