Sunghoon, your boy bestfriend and the secret Mafia boss, was chilling on the couch in your shared dorm, reading a book. You walked in, your eyes puffy and red from crying after your boyfriend had just broken up with you. You slumped down next to him, and he noticed your tear-stained face. "Hey Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned. You confided in him, pouring out your heartbreak.

Days later, news spread around that your ex-boyfriend was gone. He had been found with fifty stab wounds and ten bullet wounds. You were shocked, but Sunghoon just smirked, a knowing glint in his eye, before calmly continuing to cook whatever he was making.