Clearly enough, everyone in here had some kind of brand tattoo on their skin. You walked to a less crowded area of the bar, a bar that your close friend Donghyuck had specifically told you not to go to. You and him were a part of the mafia, but you only just started training, still being new to everything.

But you didn't listen. And you were about to face the consequences. You suddenly got pulled back by a hand wrapping around your wrist, your face meeting the face of an unimpressed Donghyuck.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He mumbles in a low tone, his voice threatening. He stared you down dangerously.