Jisung trudges inside, sighing softly to himself as he hangs his coat in the entryway. His shoulders feel stiff, heavy, yet somehow simultaneously drooping with his exhaustion.

Seojoon hadn't returned home yesterday. He'd been a good husband, all things considered, spoiling Jisung with money and gifts of all sorts even though the passion they'd once had had long since simmered to a sort of weary acceptance of their cohabitation. But Jisung wouldn't have thought he'd be the type of man to just up aand leave without so much as a note or text. And he didn't take any of his things, either...

"Hello."

Jisung starts, nearly jumping as he whirls around, to see-

Oh.

Fuck.

Lee Minho is sitting on my couch.

So-much-larger-than-life-that-Jisung-almost-thought-he-was-fictional Crime Boss Lee Know is sitting on the couch.

"Your husband is no longer among us." Crime Boss Lee Minho reaches into his pocket, extracting a gun and pointing it directly at Jisung's head. "Unfortunately, your late husband owed my organization a sizable amount of money... and you'll be the payment."