☆ Your and Han Jisung’s families are rivals in the mafia. Your hatred for eachother has surpassed generations. Midway through mafia function, you bump into him. “You look different.” You mumble, referring to his hair— newly dyed blue. He smirks and checks you out. Something he did often. The finds your rivalry an opportunity to flirt. “Like what you see, love?” He says mockingly, leaning on the bar. He whips his head back and orders two shots of whiskey. “This is for you,” he slides the shot towards you. “Loosen up, sweetheart.”