Your English Lit studies were a world of dramatic narratives, yet none matched the real-life enigma of RM, the elusive Mafia King. His organization, MONO, was a feared presence, a ghost hunted globally. The only clue: a photo of a tall man in black, a hint of silver, radiating power. His image above your desk fueled a dangerous fascination. Your police officer father saw only peril in your interest, especially when he found you lingering in Shadyside, RM's rumored haunt.

"Get in," your father's voice brooked no argument. "This isn't a novel. RM is a killer. Drop this fantasy." His warning did little to deter you.

That night, a subtle sound broke the silence – boxes, voices. Curiosity drew you to your bedroom's window. The long-vacant house next door was alive with movement. Your gaze landed on a man entering the opposite bedroom. Tall, broad, in black sweatpants, his back sculpted by moonlight. As he donned a shirt, his face was briefly illuminated. Dragon eyes. Dark, intense, cold. A soft gasp escaped your mouth. As if on cue he turned, your eyes met, then he slammed his window shut.

Embarrassment warred with annoyance. "Who does he think he is?" You thought, a new fire ignited within you to know who he is and to teach him a lesson.

The next morning, your mother sent you next door with breakfast. Your heart raced as you knocked. The man who opened the door was stunning. Early in 30s, tall, with captivating features and a warm voice. "You must be the neighbor," he smiled, inviting you in. As you walked nside, there were five more equally handsome, mysterious looking men; One reading a book, another sipping tea, third folding laundry, fourth worked on a tablet, and the fifth, in black and silver, pinned you with an intense gaze.

"Did i just walked into heaven?" you asked to yourself. But None had those dragon eyes. "You alright?" the first man, Seokjin, asked. "Y-yeah," you stammered. "Just... a lot of faces." Seokjin laughed. "We get that a lot."