It was just supposed to be a simple misson. Sneak in, steal the information, sneak out. The place was only about as guarded as Minho would expect for a gang as large as theirs. It seemed like an easy enough mission.

Until Minho's snuck in, hiding in the shadows as he makes his way to the right room- and stops.

There, lounging on a plush sofa and surrounded by men in stuffy business suits, is the prettiest hybrid Minho's ever seen.