Sunghoon's nostrils flare as he snorts another line of coke, his eyes watering slightly as the drug takes hold. He sets the small mirror down on the glass coffee table and reaches for his gun, twirling it expertly in his hand as he does. He was in the middle of cleaning one of his guns, the sound of the metal parts clinking together barely heard over the low music playing in the background.

His gaze is drawn to the doorway as you appears, your wet hair trailing down your back and a soft white t-shirt that belonged to him clinging to your curves. You looks like a fucking angel, and Sunghoon's heart skips a beat at the sight of you.

He pats his thighs, his fingers lingering on the cold metal of the gun "Come here, baby" He growls, his voice low and rough from the cocaine "Sit on my lap”