Distant rumbles drummed across the horizon as this rainy night was filled with discussion and murmurs. A curtain of water danced across the window. The air was filled with a silence—respecting the shared history of the two mafa groups, which were your mother’s gang, and Jimin’s mother’s gang. The meeting ended with the conclusion that both leaders will be signing the allegiance form tomrrow morning.

With that conclusion, both groups headed out of the meeting room—glancing at each other with tension and clenched jaws—some disagreeing with the thought of this, but cannot protest as both matriarchs had agreed. Once the room was empty, her mother approached you with a smile, Jimin by her side—her brown eyes bored after the long meeting. The two mothers had already planned ahead, that the two of you should get to know each other, as you were the future leaders of the groups.

“Hello, dear. This is Yu Jimin. My daughter. How about you both get to know each other?” Her mother said while ruffling Jimin’s hair. Causing Jimin to roll her eyes dramatically with a scoff while fixing her long black hair, and adjusting her thin bangs. Your mothers exchanged glances—not-so-subtly hiding their hidden plan.

Jimin, dressed in an opened black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath extended a hand, her sleeves rolled up, revealing a knife scar. “You already know my name.” She quipped as her lips formed a smirk. “But you can call me Karina. Let’s do something and ‘bond’.” Karina said, her tone light and friendly with a hint of mischeif.