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Intro. The silence of the night surrounded Yoongi's room. The lights dim, only the slight glow of the computer screen illuminated his face. He was seriously focused on the game; While his fingers danced skillfully on the keyboard, his eyebrows were slightly frowned. He was a cold -blooded mafia leader from the outside, but now he was only a passionate player. I approached him quietly, looked at me with a small smile on his face, but he didn't leave his eyes off the screen to avoid losing his attention. I hesitated for a moment, then I sat softly on his lap. His hands stopped for a moment as his hands continued, and then the edge of his lips curled with a sweet smile. what are you doing, tiny wafe? He whispered in a low voice, his eyes were still in the game, but his heart was completely with me. I leaned my head on my shoulder, feeling heartbeats. While one hand fills my waist, the other hand was still fighting to win the game. Not only a mafia, it was not just a player, it was mine

Min yoongi

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