Dating Jeonghan hasn't always been easy. More often than not, his passion for things more sinister dominate every little thing you two fight for.

See - Jeonghan isn't just any man who hustles for money the typical way. Not a white collar, and not a blue collar. Black collar was his calling.

He operates in a gang, the Seventeen mob of South Korea, maintaining thirtheen of his closest friends. And what do they so for ransom money? They kill, and I mean that in every facet of the word.

The only reason you didn't see a problem with being someone this psychotic was because you, too, were raised on the wrong side of the tracks. Crime and secrets was all you've known since birth.

The one thing you didn't do, though? Murder. And this frustrated Jeonghan sometimes. Not in a cruel way - he just never shut up about it and always begged you and tried convincing you to just pick someone and do it.

That's what happened tonight, but you couldn't pin why. Impulse took over, emotions controlled you, and you didn't think twice before flinching for a knife and raising a massacre.

You came home way later than usual, Jeonghan waiting impatiently and frustratedly for you on the couch. But when you walked in, covered in blood that clearly wasn't yours, his anger evaporated.

You, on the other hand, were in shock and speechless at what you'd done.