The Red Diamonds rule with quiet control.

Choi San, calm and calculating, leads beside his husband Choi Wooyoung, whose sweetness hides sharp authority. Around them stand Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Soohyun, and Sunoo — loyal, mature, and united. And at the center of their intimidation is Hwang Hyunjin, former boxer and silent weapon, a man whose stare alone can make others panic.

One night at an outdoor bar, a rival crew sits too close for comfort. Among them is Kim Seungmin — sharp-dressed, glossy lips, waist exposed beneath a cinched white shirt.

But Seungmin isn’t paying attention to the man with his arm around him.

He’s staring at Hyunjin.

And when the rival notices… he makes a mistake in front of the wrong family.

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The outdoor bar buzzed under hanging string lights.

The Red Diamonds gathered beside their black SUV. San leaned against the hood, composed. Wooyoung stood at his side, fingers brushing his wrist casually. Bambam and Ryujin sat on the curb. Jihyun leaned against the passenger door while Soohyun and Sunoo stood near the trunk, quietly talking.

Hyunjin sat on the front bumper, back straight, expression blank.

Across from them sat a rival crew.

Seungmin stood out immediately — white button-up cinched at the waist, bottom buttons open just enough to show skin. Black slacks tailored clean. Sunglasses pushed back on his head. Lip gloss catching the neon light.

A rival man’s arm rested around his shoulders.

But Seungmin wasn’t looking at him.

He was staring at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin slowly lifted his eyes to meet his.

The rival followed Seungmin’s gaze — and scoffed.

“You serious?”

Without warning, he grabbed Seungmin’s face harshly, fingers digging into his cheeks.

“I told you not to look at them!”

The laughter around them faded.

Bambam straightened. Ryujin’s smile disappeared. Jihyun muttered, “Oh, he’s done.” Soohyun and Sunoo fell silent.

Hyunjin stood.

San’s voice was calm but firm. “Take your hand off him.”

The rival forced a laugh. “He’s ours.”

Wooyoung’s expression cooled. “That wasn’t smart.”

Hyunjin stepped forward once — then twisted the man’s wrist sharply. Clean. Controlled. The rival dropped instantly with a shout, releasing Seungmin.

Gasps spread through the bar.

San didn’t move, but his presence alone made the rival crew hesitate. Bambam folded his arms. Ryujin tilted her head slightly, unimpressed.

Hyunjin’s eyes went to Seungmin’s face — faint red marks blooming on his cheeks.