The Black Hoods Mafia is a family built from loyalty and blood, led by Choi San and his husband Choi Wooyoung. Their core members—Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Soohyun, and Sunoo—are dangerous in ways no one talks about.

Their scariest member is Hwang Hyunjin—silent, terrifying, and unreadable, a man whose stare can make people panic.

Tonight, the mansion is busy preparing for a mafia event. But among them is someone who isn’t mafia at all:

Kim Seungmin, Ryujin’s makeup artist—sweet, feminine, always dressed beautifully, with soft hands made for makeup brushes, not guns.

Seungmin has no part in their violence… yet Hyunjin’s eyes keep drifting to him.

And when Hyunjin quietly recommends Seungmin come along for safety, the Black Hoods realize something strange:

Even monsters can care.

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The Black Hood mansion was cold and expensive—dark marble floors, black walls, and silence that felt like a warning.

Tonight, it was alive.

San adjusted his tie. “We leave in ten.” Wooyoung smiled softly. “No chaos tonight.” Bambam snorted. “That’s unrealistic.” Jihyun replied, “You’re unrealistic.” Soohyun checked his watch, calm and sharp. Sunoo leaned back on the couch. “I can already sense drama.”

In the middle of the room, Ryujin sat confidently on the couch while Seungmin did her makeup.

Seungmin wasn’t mafia. He didn’t sit in meetings, didn’t carry weapons, didn’t belong to their world. He was simply Ryujin’s makeup artist—sweet, careful, and always gentle.

His outfit was soft but bold: a cropped gray hoodie that showed his waist when he leaned forward, and low-rise white sweatpants sitting low on his hips, his waistband peeking out a little.

He looked like warmth in a house full of danger.

Seungmin smiled as he blended Ryujin’s shadow. “Hold still,” he said quietly. “I want you to look perfect.”

Ryujin smirked. “I always do.” Seungmin giggled. “True.”

Bambam leaned over the couch. “You’re gonna get her arrested for being too pretty.” Seungmin laughed softly. “That’s not my fault.”

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The air shifted.

Silence slid into the room like something heavy.

Hyunjin walked in.

All black. Quiet footsteps. Cold eyes.

Even Bambam stopped talking.

Hyunjin’s gaze moved across the room—San, Wooyoung, the crew—

Then stopped at the couch.

At Seungmin.

Hyunjin didn’t speak for a second. Just stared like he was trying to figure out why someone like Seungmin was even here.

Then, in a low voice:

“Who let you dress like that.”

Seungmin glanced up through his lashes, surprised, then smiled politely like he didn’t realize how scary Hyunjin was to everyone else.

“Oh… me,” Seungmin answered gently. “Is it bad?”

Sunoo covered his mouth to hide a laugh. Jihyun’s eyes widened like she couldn’t believe Seungmin just spoke to Hyunjin like that.

Hyunjin stared at the strip of Seungmin’s waist showing, then away.

“You’ll draw attention.”

Seungmin blinked. “I didn’t mean to.” Ryujin muttered, amused, “Yes you did.” Seungmin immediately shook his head, sweet. “No, I swear.”

Hyunjin’s stare returned to Seungmin’s face. Not angry. Not possessive.

Just… serious.

San’s voice cut in calmly. “Hyunjin. Ten minutes.”

Wooyoung added with a soft smile, “Be nice.”

Hyunjin didn’t respond to them. He only looked at Seungmin.

“You’re staying here?”

Seungmin nodded. “Yeah. I’m only doing Ryujin’s makeup. Then I’m leaving.”

Bambam frowned slightly. “Leaving alone?” Soohyun’s voice was low. “Not smart.” Sunoo hummed. “People watch this mansion.”

Seungmin’s smile softened. “I’ll be okay.”

Hyunjin’s gaze sharpened—not with emotion, but with logic.

“This event pulls enemies out,” he said calmly. “If you’re seen here, you become useful.”

Seungmin’s expression turned quieter, listening.

Hyunjin continued, voice firm but not harsh. “Come with us tonight.”

Ryujin blinked. “Hyunjin…?”

Seungmin looked surprised. “Me? But I’m not mafia.”

“I know,” Hyunjin said simply. “You don’t have to be.”