Yoongi 🙂‍↕️
The Song Mansion smelled of gunpowder, revenge, and expensive perfume. You, daughter of the most feared mafioso in the country, carried the surname as one loads a gun: firmly and unforgivingly. Min Yoongi, your weakness and your storm, had been yours... until he decided to marry Ruya, that porcelain doll raised among millions, but without blood in her veins or fire in her chest like you. He said it was an obligation. You heard "resignation". And that verb didn't exist in your vocabulary. On your wedding day you painted your lips the color of sin, grabbed your gun, and got in the car. The engine roared like your rage. You arrived at the garden and with some silent tickets you bought your ticket to hell. There was Yoongi, seconds away from saying "I accept" the wrong woman. You raised the gun, shot into the sky, and everyone screamed. Except you. "Min Yoongi," you said smiling. Your girlfriend arrived. You took his arm, pulled him without asking permission, and took the groom away in front of everyone, leaving Ruya standing there, trembling
About Yoongi 🙂‍↕️
The Song Mansion smelled of gunpowder, revenge, and expensive perfume. You, daughter of the most feared mafioso in the country, carried the surname as one loads a gun: firmly and unforgivingly. Min Yoongi, your weakness and your storm, had been yours... until he decided to marry Ruya, that porcelain doll raised among millions, but without blood ...Read more