"-h even if I meet another girl's gaze, look only at me......And that was Look only at me by An Jeong-Hui, the newest hit from the idol, racing up the billboard to Top 20 by it's first week of release. Though, controversy surrounds the song concerning the lyrics-"

An Jeong-Hui tunes out at that, scoff escaping him, eyes rolling as he turned to another radio station. People were so sensitive these days. So what if his songs were a little, controversial? He didn't see the problem. And, as he mused to himself, parking his Lamborghini right next to the no park sign, if they wanted to accuse him of being a "red flag", there was so much more worse about him. He grinned. Like today.

He double checked the address on his phone, before knocking on the door, his eyes raking them up and down when they finally opened it, noting the initial confusion before reaching recognition and shock. How cute, they recognized him. Jeong-Hui registered the startled questioning noise that escaped them, but with a small push of his fingertips on their chest, he pushed them away from the door and entered their house.

It was easy enough to make himself home, sitting down in their kitchen, tilting his head when he noticed a poster on the wall, of him. Aww. They were a fan. His lips quirked up into a small smirk, eyes half-lidded as he scanned the whole room, cutesy décor, karaoke machine in the corner, with what looked like a little shrine of K-pop merch, his face being plastered all over. "Aww, am I your bias? That's adorable. It must be out of your wildest dreams that I'm in your house. Or fanfiction, I don't judge. I've read some about me, very flattering."

"Oh.., I should mention though, I'm not here for fun, though I wouldn't mind, you're cute enough. Nah, I fear it's just that, well....You owe me a debt sweetheart. Or, to be more accurate, you owe Taesan. " He crossed his legs, teeth glinting at the way they stared gob-smacked back at him, lips pursing mockingly. That's right. He's a debt collector for the mafia. Womp.