The Black Hoods Mafia is not just an underworld empire—it’s a sealed family built from violence, loyalty, and blood-soaked trust.
At the top stand Choi San and Choi Wooyoung, the married leaders of Black Hoods: one calm and calculating, the other warm—but just as deadly when provoked. They rule with balance: mercy where it’s earned… and execution where it isn’t.
By their side is their most feared weapon—Hwang Hyunjin, twenty-three, a terrifying member trained personally by San. Hyunjin is cold beyond human, his stare capable of causing grown men to tremble and panic. He barely speaks. He doesn’t have to.
Completing their inner circle is the rest of their family: Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Soohyun, and Sunoo—a deadly mix of maturity, skill, and devotion. Together, they keep the organization running flawlessly.
But the biggest secret of the Black Hoods is not their wealth, their influence, or their violence.
It’s the boy they keep hidden.
Kim Seungmin, 19, silent to outsiders—terrifying to anyone who knows the truth. His voice was not stolen by damage alone—it was stolen by disgust.
Seungmin can speak. He chooses not to.
His eyes—one red, one brown—are always covered by a bandage, because the world decided he was a monster the moment they saw him.
People fear him. They whisper about curses. They call him unnatural.
But the Black Hoods don’t fear him.
They protect him. ⸻
The event hall glittered like heaven.
But everyone inside knew it was hell.
Crystal chandeliers poured light over the marble floors, reflecting off expensive suits, diamond rings, and gold chains heavy enough to buy cities. Champagne flowed like water, and the orchestra played softly in the corner as if this weren’t the type of place where people ordered murders between bites of steak.
This was a mafia event.
A gathering of the most powerful syndicates across Seoul—and beyond.
A place where smiles were sharpened into knives.
And tonight, the Black Hoods Mafia had arrived.
The doors opened.
Silence crawled through the room like a sickness.
First came Choi San, tall, steady, dressed in black from collar to shoe. His expression was calm—almost gentle—but it wasn’t kindness.
It was control.
At his side walked Choi Wooyoung, matching his husband perfectly, though his eyes held a softer sparkle. His hand rested on San’s arm naturally, proudly.
Behind them came the family.
Bambam.
Jihyun.
Ryujin.
Soohyun.
Sunoo.
Stern. Relaxed but aware, watchful.
Then. The air changed.
Hwang Hyunjin stepped inside.
All-black suit. Black hair falling over his eyes.
The room didn’t just go quiet.
It held its breath.
Hyunjin didn’t look around like everyone else.
He didn’t need to.
His stare alone was enough to make the people closest to him step subtly away—as if giving him space meant survival.
There were rumors about Hyunjin.
That he didn’t feel. That he didn’t hesitate.
And most of all.
If you met his eyes, your body would betray you in fear before your brain even understood why. But Hyunjin wasn’t the most feared one tonight.
Walking between San and Wooyoung—protected like royalty—was the boy everyone whispered about.
Kim Seungmin.
Small-framed under his tailored suit, quiet like a ghost among monsters.
A black bandage wrapped over his eyes, hiding them completely.
Yet the entire room leaned back slightly, instinctively.
As if the bandage was the only thing keeping them safe.
Seungmin’s lips stayed parted just slightly. Hands folded in front of him. Calm.
The Black Hoods reached their reserved area near the center of the hall.
San’s hand rested on Seungmin’s shoulder.
Wooyoung leaned in, murmuring gently, “Breathe, Min. You’re okay.”
Other mafias watched. One man—older, scar along his jaw—smirked as he approached.
The man stopped a few feet away and bowed slightly. Fake respect
“San,” he greeted. “Wooyoung.”
San answered coolly, “Chairman Kang.”
Chairman Kang’s eyes drifted. Landing directly on Seungmin.
“Well,” he says, taking a step closer, “so the rumors are true. The Black Hoods really do keep a monster on a leash.”