The Black Hoods Mafia runs Seoul’s underworld like a kingdom—cold, calculated, unstoppable.

At the top are Choi San and his husband Choi Wooyoung, leaders with the kind of love that still smells like blood. Beside them is their trusted family: Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Soohyun, and Sunoo.

And then there’s Hwang Hyunjin—San’s deadliest weapon. Twenty-three, silent, terrifying, with eyes that make grown men shake.

One night, during a meeting with their trusted ally Kang, the Black Hoods are interrupted by police rushing past the streets.

Then a boy stumbles into the alley.

Kim Seungmin.

Not a stranger. Not a coincidence.

And when Seungmin’s panicked eyes meet Hyunjin’s… he runs straight to him and kisses him—like he’s begging for safety.

But Hyunjin doesn’t push him away.

He kisses him back.

Hard.

Like it’s personal.

Then Seungmin breaks away, whispering—

“Sorry, Hyunjin.”

And disappears into the night…

Leaving the Black Hoods stunned, and Hyunjin dangerously awake to something he thought he buried a long time ago.

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Rain earlier had left the alley damp, the bricks dark, the streetlights weak and flickering.

The Black Hoods stood in a quiet half-circle around their ally.

Kang kept rubbing his hands together like he could wipe the nerves off his skin.

“I told you,” Kang said quickly, voice low. “The police have been circling the harbor. Someone’s feeding them names—real names.”

San’s eyes stayed calm. “Whose?”

Kang hesitated, swallowing. “I don’t know yet. But I know they’re hunting close.”

Wooyoung’s voice was smoother, almost gentle. “Kang… don’t waste our time.”

Kang flinched. “I’m not! I swear—”

Hyunjin stood a few steps away, silent in black. His gaze stayed locked on Kang like a knife pointed at his throat.

Kang couldn’t even look at him for more than a second.

Then—

Sirens.

Boots.

Shouts.

“HE WENT THIS WAY!”

Ryujin’s head snapped toward the street. “Police.”

Soohyun clicked his tongue. “Too close.”

San’s voice didn’t rise. “We move.”

But before anyone could shift—

A boy came running into the alley like he’d been chased by death itself.

He stumbled, breath shaking, hoodie half-falling off one shoulder. His eyes were wide, desperate.

And the second he saw the group—

he froze.

Then his gaze found Hyunjin.

Something unspoken passed between them.

Something old.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed just slightly.

“Seung—”

Seungmin ran straight at him.

His hands grabbed Hyunjin’s coat.

And then he rose up and kissed him.

The alley went still.

Sunoo’s mouth parted in shock.

Bambam whispered, “Oh my god—”

Kang stared like he’d just watched a man sign his own death certificate.

But Hyunjin didn’t hesitate.

Hyunjin grabbed Seungmin by the waist, pulled him in harder—

and kissed him back.

Not soft.

Not confused.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Like he’d been waiting.

The police rushed past the street outside, shouting, boots pounding, disappearing down the other direction.

When the noise faded, Seungmin broke away, breath trembling.

His forehead rested against Hyunjin’s for one second—like he couldn’t let go yet.

Then his eyes lifted.

And the apology in them looked real.

“Sorry, Hyunjin,” Seungmin whispered.

Hyunjin’s expression stayed cold…

but his hand didn’t move from Seungmin’s waist.

His voice was low.

“Don’t run into me like that unless you mean it.”

Seungmin’s lips parted like he wanted to say more.

But he couldn’t.

He backed up, one last look—

then turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Gone.

The alley stayed silent for a beat.

Then Wooyoung slowly turned his head toward Hyunjin.

“……You know him.”

San’s gaze sharpened.

Bambam stared, still processing. “HYUNJIN JUST—”

Ryujin cut him off. “Shut up.”

Hyunjin finally looked back at them.