I Don't Understand But I Luv U - Kim Mingyu FF 💎

16.

With a sudden and decisive movement, Suga released Yn from his grip, sending her tumbling towards Mingyu. It was a gesture that carried a sense of resignation, as if he had conceded defeat.

Yn, disoriented and trembling from the ordeal, found herself caught by Mingyu. She clung to him as if he were her lifeline, tears streaming down her face, the mixture of fear and relief overwhelming her. Mingyu hugging her like their is no tomorrow.

Seventeen members, who had been ready for a battle just moments ago, watched in astonishment as the situation shifted once more. The tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a palpable sense of uncertainty.

Mingyu, still holding Yn close, looked up at Suga, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. He knew that this momentary reprieve was fragile, that the enmity between their groups still simmered beneath the surface. But for now, Yn was safe, and that was all that mattered.

Seungcheol, the leader of Seventeen, exchanged a glance with the members. It was a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of their actions. Hoshi and Dino, who had been ready for battle just moments ago, looked on with a mix of helplessness and remorse.

Seventeen members, who had witnessed Mingyu's fierce determination in battles and negotiations, now saw a different facet of him. The seducer, who had navigated the dangerous waters of the mafia world, was also a man deeply entangled in the threads of love.

The air was heavy with unspoken admiration as the others in the room exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the profound connection between Mingyu and Yn.

It was a love that transcended the boundaries of their tumultuous lives, a love that, against all odds, dared to exist in a world dominated by shadows.

Jungkook, despite his bruised body and face, managed a faint, bittersweet smile as he witnessed the emotional reunion between Mingyu and Yn. His eyes, which had once held camaraderie with Mingyu, now shimmered with a mix of nostalgia and resignation.

He remembered the days when he and Mingyu had been inseparable, bound not only by their friendship but also by the murky world they had chosen to inhabit. They had faced countless challenges together, shared secrets, and navigated the treacherous paths of the mafia life side by side.

As Jungkook observed the poignant scene before him, memories of their shared past flooded his mind. He vividly recalled a time when both he and Mingyu were just 17, teetering on the edge between youth and the dark world of the mafia.

In the quiet moments of their clandestine lives, they had discussions that transcended the shadows they inhabited. One such conversation lingered in Jungkook's mind...a conversation about love.

Mingyu, with a determination that even then hinted at the strength of his character, had uttered those words: "I will do anything for my love."

Now, witnessing Mingyu's tearful reunion with Yn, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his once best friend. In the harsh world they navigated, promises were often broken, loyalties tested, and intentions obscured. Yet, here was Mingyu, a man of his word, standing true to the conviction he had expressed all those years ago.

Amidst the chaos of their conflicting worlds, Mingyu's unwavering commitment to Yn spoke volumes. It was a testament to the enduring spirit of love and loyalty, a glimmer of humanity that refused to be entirely extinguished by the shadows surrounding them.

As Jungkook watched, he couldn't help but silently commend Mingyu for being the man who kept promises in a world where trust was a rare and precious currency. It was a bitter realization that, even in the heart of darkness, some bonds were resilient enough to withstand the tests of time and circumstance. But now, their paths had diverged, leading to a collision course between BTS and Seventeen. The scars of their broken friendship were etched not only on their bodies but also in the unspoken words that passed between them....

*****
As Suga left the hall, a heavy sense of nostalgia lingered in the air. The memories of the times when both groups, BTS and Seventeen, shared moments of camaraderie flooded his mind. They weren't just comrades in the dangerous world of the mafia; they were friends who had once known laughter amidst the seriousness of their training.

Recollections of late-night practices, shared victories, and even the simple joys of banter during their training sessions played like a bittersweet movie in Suga's mind. Those were moments when the weight of their responsibilities hadn't fully settled in, and the future seemed less ominous.

Suga found himself reminiscing about the shared meals after a successful mission, the inside jokes that only they understood, and the unspoken bonds that had tied them together. In those moments, they were more than just colleagues; they were a family of sorts, finding solace in each other's company in a world that demanded so much from them.

As he walked away, Suga couldn't help but miss the times when the line between duty and friendship was a bit more blurred. The current tension between the two groups had eclipsed those memories, casting a shadow over the laughter and shared dreams that once filled their training days.

In the quiet corridors, Suga carried with him the weight of a past that seemed distant yet painfully vivid. The longing for the simplicity of those moments hung in the air, a reminder that the bonds they had formed were not easily erased by the passage of time or the darkness of their current circumstances

(I almost cried while writing this chapter 😣)