The Black Hoods aren’t just a mafia — they’re a system built on precision.
Choi San leads with a calm mind and a controlled hand, never rushing bloodshed unless it’s deserved. At his side is his husband Wooyoung, the quiet balance — gentle in tone, ruthless in loyalty. Together, they shaped their strongest weapon: Hwang Hyunjin. Twenty-three. Silent. Cold. A man people fear before he even speaks.
The rest of the family — Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Sunoo, and Soohyun — hold the mansion down, running surveillance, weapons, tech, and logistics like a living machine.
And then there’s Kim Seungmin.
Not mafia. Not a fighter. But just as dangerous in his own world.
Young CEO of a weapons company inherited from his father, Seungmin supplies powerful people — including the Black Hoods. Smart, soft-spoken, always in white, and the only person Hyunjin softens for.
When Seungmin doesn’t go to work, employees report something impossible:
Movement inside his locked office.
No access logs. No forced entry. Someone is inside.
So the core four meet in the underground garage of Seungmin’s building — unaware that this isn’t just a breach.
It’s a message.
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The black BMW idled in the underground garage, headlights cutting across empty concrete.
San sat in the driver’s seat, calm as ever, fingers resting lightly on the wheel like this was just another errand. Wooyoung leaned back beside him, eyes scanning the camera placements above.
In the back seat—
Hyunjin. Still. Silent. Dressed in black compression fabric that clung to muscle built for violence.
And Seungmin.
White cropped hoodie. White sweats. Fingers fidgeting in the fabric.
“My office was locked…” he murmured. “My system logs would’ve shown entry.”
San nodded once. “Which means they bypassed it.”
Wooyoung spoke softly. “Or someone inside helped.”
Seungmin went quiet.
Hyunjin glanced at him — just once.
Seungmin’s leg stopped bouncing.
San tapped his earpiece. “Mansion, status.”
Ryujin’s voice came first. Cool. Focused. “Perimeter cameras clean. No movement around the house.”
Bambam chimed in, tone light but alert. “Drones are up. If anyone tails you, we see it.”
Sunoo’s voice was softer. “Signal traffic around the company is normal… but there’s a small interference spike on the 14th floor.”
Seungmin inhaled sharply. “That’s my office floor.”
Soohyun cut in. “Could be a jammer.”
Jihyun’s voice followed, calm and precise. “Or bait.”
San’s eyes sharpened. “Three-minute camera loop. Side elevator.”
Doors opened.
Cold air rushed in.
San stepped out first. Wooyoung right beside him. Hyunjin followed.
“Hyunjin.”
He stopped.
Seungmin had rolled the window down, leaning out slightly.
“Be careful,” he said softly. Then, quieter, “Don’t just go in alone.”
Hyunjin leaned down, brushing Seungmin’s bangs back.
“I’ll come back.”
Seungmin leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
Bambam’s voice crackled in their ears. “Aww— okay, lovebirds, focus.”
Wooyoung smiled. San pretended not to.
They moved toward the entrance.
Inside the building, lights hummed overhead. Too quiet.
Sunoo spoke in their earpieces. “Elevator cam looped. You’re clear.”
The doors opened to the 14th floor.
The hallway lights flickered.
Ryujin’s voice lowered. “Thermal shows one heat signature inside Seungmin’s office.”
Hyunjin started walking.
San’s voice stopped him. “Together.”
They moved as a unit.
Office door.
Unlocked.
Wooyoung glanced at San.
San nodded.
Hyunjin opened the door.
A man stood inside, rifling through Seungmin’s desk.
He looked up.
Saw Hyunjin.
And went pale.
Soohyun’s voice in their ears: “Heart rate spike detected through audio pickup.”
Bambam: “He knows who that is.”
San stepped in, calm. “You picked the wrong building.”