YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ✓

♡ Part ~ 9 ♡

His gaze lingered on Jimin’s serene face as a wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips. “I will never let you go away from me. I will always keep you close. No one will ever take you away from me.”

He leaned down slightly, his breath fanning over Jimin’s face as he whispered, “You’re made only for me, doll.”

With that, he stood up, casting one last glance at the sleeping boy before making his way toward the door. He stepped out, leaving Jimin behind in the quiet room, his words lingering in the air like a haunting promise.

Suga descended the grand staircase, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. His expression remained unreadable, his mind still lingering on the delicate boy he had just laid to rest upstairs. His fingers twitched slightly, recalling the warmth of Jimin’s skin beneath them.

As he stepped into the living room, his sharp gaze landed on Hoseok, who was lounging on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest. A glass of whiskey rested in his other hand, the amber liquid catching the dim light.

Hoseok looked up as Suga approached and settled on the couch across from him, his body exuding a natural dominance even in the most casual posture.

“So,” Hoseok started, tilting his head slightly, “what’s next? What are you planning now?” His voice held a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

Suga leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. His expression darkened slightly as he recalled the earlier events of the night.

"Hyun-jun," he muttered, voice laced with venom. "That bastard’s behind this. He sent that man to spy on me."

Hoseok's brows furrowed at the name. "Hyun-jun? Tsk. That asshole just doesn't know when to quit, does he?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I thought we dealt with him last time."

Suga's lips curled into a cold smirk. "Apparently, he thinks he can crawl his way back into my business." His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, deep in thought. "Find out everything he’s been up to—his location, his people, his plans. I want every fucking detail."

Hoseok gave a firm nod, pushing himself up from the couch. "Consider it done." He paused for a moment, glancing towards the staircase. "And what about him?" He motioned towards the bedroom where Jimin was still unconscious.

Suga’s eyes darkened slightly, a possessive glint flashing in them. "He's mine now," he said simply. "No one touches him. No one takes him."

Hoseok smirked knowingly. "Got it. I'll be back soon." With that, he turned on his heels and left the house, leaving Suga alone with his thoughts.

Suga exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. His eyes flickered towards the stairs, a sense of determination settling in his chest.

No one would take what belonged to him.

Suga is thinking about Jimin when his phone rings. he saw the name on the screen and sighed.

"Yes, kook what is it?". Suga asked, in a normal and calm voice.

"Hyung, when are you coming home? Mom was asking about you". Jungkook asks his brother on the phone.

"I will not come home today, tell mom don't wait for me". Suga replied.

"But, umm okay take care bye". Jungkook said, and he hung up the call.

"Mom Yoongi Hyung has some work to do so.." jungkook said hesitantly and looked at his mom.

"So he will not come home even today also, will he?". Jungkook's mom asked sadly, and he nodded and hugged his mom.

"Mom, he must have some important work, that's why he is not coming home, don't be sad". Jungkook assured his mother who hummed and backed away from the hug.