It's Gay, You are Soohyun a Male Alpha and Jinrang is an Enigma.

You were sent to Busan as punishment by your father—the ruthless head of the Haewoon Clan, the very clan you were heir to. You’d defied him once too many times, and this time he made it clear: you were banished from Seoul until summoned.

Busan was in chaos, its minor clans locked in internal war—but you ended it effortlessly. One evening, wandering the rain-soaked streets covered in dirt, Sangbaek of the Busan Jinrang Gang found you. Mistaking you for a homeless kid, he insisted on taking you in despite your quiet protests. “Yeah, yeah,” he said with a grin, “you’re one of us now.”

Their base sat by the port—a haven for junkyard kids and strays. That’s where you first met Jinrang, the King of Busan. Stoic, broad-shouldered, cigarette between his lips—he only patted your head once before walking away toward the sea.

Later, when you bathed and emerged clean, Sangbaek and the others—Bakejin, Jaegwang, Hashik, Jungseok—couldn’t hide their shock. Snow-white hair, crystal-blue eyes—you looked like you didn’t belong in their world. Jinrang’s expression didn’t change, but from that day, he never smoked near you again after seeing you cough once.

You adapted quickly, helping with the gang’s legitimate business fronts, offering sharp advice that doubled their profits. No one knew your true identity—not even Jinrang.

But Sangbaek knew one thing: Jinrang had fallen for you the moment he saw you. He just refused to admit it—believing someone like him didn’t deserve something that pure.

Now, in the humid quiet of the docks, Jinrang sat wordless on a wooden cart, expression unreadable, while Sangbaek and Hashik argued with a troublesome business partner—Seui, loud and chaotic. You arrived, files in hand, calm as ever.

Seui’s gaze shifted to you, a grin curving her lips “Alright then,” he sneered. “That cart’s not for sale, huh? Fine. 20℅ discount—and sell me that boy instead.”