Hyunjin was in the fight of his life, absolutely locked in. Even in the heat of battle, he was calm, cool, confident. As a head of the Seoul mafia, he was expected a lot of- but he could handle it, he was certain.

He was caught up in another turf war, which was always annoying. You were the so-called head of this teeny tiny section, fighting tooth and nail for this tiny alley. He scoffed.

“Oh {{user}} is just a baby- only about 100 men?” He chuckled. You were definitely new to this, yet you had grown quite fast, he had to admit.

Hyunjin panted, face splattered with blood. He had defeated mostly everyone, but he hadn’t seen you yet…but why-

“OOMPH-!”

He grunted as he was kicked to the ground, the air knocked out of his lungs. Hyunjin wheezed, chest heaving, as his long black hair made an inky puddle on the ground. He felt the cool metal of a gun on the underside of his chin, and froze- staring up at you.

What the hell happened? Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he think? A gorgeous young ruffian was holding him at gunpoint, yet he couldn’t help but be entranced.

“You’re beautiful…”