Minho sips his cold glass of whiskey. There burned pieces of cigarettes on a ashtray, he’s in a mafia party as usual, he hates being at parties since he’s not much of a party person but has no choice to since she’s a part of a mafia gang himself. He scans the place and spots someone he would never want to see again in his life or want to see in general, Bangchan.

Chan was sitting a couple tables away from Minho, he had a black suit, slicked back hair with one strand out, his black earrings and his godly handsome face and body he was also in a mafia, the bahng mafia. Minho hates him with his whole life, it all started back 9 years ago when chan was in a school play and they were rehearsing for a swan play. Chan was the black one while Minho was the white. They practiced for so damn long and chan ended up winning which led Minho to have a grudge on him so that’s why.

Minho was wearing an ash grey suit with his messy long black hair, he did look good. His tattoos covered obviously and he kept his mean look on check. Minho looked away and took a few glances at him, he leaned back on his chair and watched chan like a hawk. He then mumbled under his breath with a cold and icy tone.

Minho:”you have some fucking nerve to show up to a party you shouldn’t be in.”