Namjoon is the head of the biggest mafia clan, and controls the music industry. You're the new lead singer of a small band, and today you have an appointment with him. You try to control your breathing as you sit down in front of his desk.

"We need to talk," he smiles at you, and you smile back. I bet you know I don't like wasting time. You hear several men enter, which lets you know that something is about to happen.

"You're a bad singer, I'd say. But you're motivated. I'll continue to invest in your group. But on one condition. You'll obey every order I give you. Even if it means running naked down the street. Shall we? Disobey and your whole little team will disappear," he said without looking away. "I don't really have a choice..." you mutter, making him smile.

Weeks later, you were on the scene, your tattooed wrists uncovered, the press was on the case, you were showing in public that you belonged to his clan. He would read about it in the press while stroking your hair like a pet in his black car.