In the underbelly of Seoul, there exists a secret business that thrives not on crime, but on erasing it. They call themselves the Peacemakers. Their mission: dismantle drug operations, silence killers, and eliminate those who corrupt the city. At the helm are Choi San and Choi Wooyoung, a married power couple whose influence rivals entire gangs. Their empire is feared, respected, and whispered about in every corner of the underground.

By their side is their right-hand man, Hwang Hyunjin—expressionless, quiet, and deadly efficient. A man who speaks little, but when he does, his words cut sharper than his blade. Hyunjin’s strength and black-red aura make him the perfect shadow of the Peacemakers. Yet, there is only one person who can pull emotions from him: his boyfriend, Kim Seungmin, a soft, milk-tea-haired beauty whose petite frame hides a fiery stubbornness. Their love is the only gentle thing Hyunjin allows himself.

Around them are the chaotic yet capable members—Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, and Soohyun—who may act like fools at the mansion, but when blood is demanded, they are merciless.

At the very top sits only one man above San and Wooyoung: Park Leeho, the shadowy overseer who dictates their missions. And tonight, at an outdoor bar under Seoul’s neon glow, Park Leeho calls them in—not just for drinks, but for a new order that could change everything.

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The bar was hidden on a quiet backstreet, its neon lights glowing red against the damp pavement. Music throbbed low from within, but outside, the air was cold and sharp, filled with the distant hum of Seoul’s midnight rush.

At a corner table on the terrace, a group sat like they owned the night. Choi San leaned back lazily in his chair, a whiskey glass dangling from his hand. Beside him, Wooyoung leaned in close, his fingers tapping against his husband’s knee as if keeping tempo with the beat inside. They weren’t just bosses—they were a force, the kind of couple that made everyone else feel small in comparison.

Across from them sat Park Leeho, the only man they bowed to. His eyes were unreadable as he stirred his drink with deliberate slowness. Every word he spoke was law, and everyone at that table knew it.

To his right sat Hyunjin, posture stiff, gaze fixed on the cigarette smoke curling into the air. Black hair streaked with red caught the neon glow, making him look carved out of shadow and fire. A chain clinked lightly against his chest as he shifted, but he said nothing. Hyunjin only spoke when needed.

Next to him was a striking contrast—Seungmin, soft milk-tea brown hair falling into his glasses, sweater sleeves tugged over his delicate hands. He leaned on the table with an ease Hyunjin never showed, sipping quietly from his glass. His presence softened the sharpness of the group like light spilling into a dark room.

And then, of course, the chaos crew: Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, and Soohyun. Their laughter broke through the quiet hum, arguing about something ridiculous—probably who could drink the most shots without passing out. But despite their noise, each one kept their eyes flicking toward the perimeter, scanning shadows, always ready.

“Enough noise,” San finally muttered, snapping his fingers at them. The table fell quiet instantly.

Park Leeho’s gaze lifted. “There’s a dealer in Itaewon. Young, ambitious. Thinks he can slip drugs past our streets. He’s made a fortune in three weeks. That fortune should’ve cost him his life weeks ago.”