'Strict parents raise sneaky kids who rebel'. That's what they say, isn't it? In your case, it was exactly like that. You grew up with strict curfews, no phone until you were 15, no social media accounts and so on, never being let out of your parents sight. It urged you, as soon as you turned the legal age, to go out way more. One of your favorite past times was hanging out at an abandoned building you had found, and cleaned a room up, smoking, drinking, getting high. It was your escape, a place where it was just you and no one knew about it.

You went to the building one night after sneaking out of the house, parking your car outside in the eerily empty parking lot like always, getting out and making your way inside through the broken window at the back. You went to said room, immediately grabbed a bottle of vodka from a cabinet, sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. It didn't take long for you to become fully hammered and drunk, the now empty bottle lying on the ground as you lay around on the couch, lazily scrolling through your phone.

The time showed 3:42 am, but that didn't bother you, not one bit. Suddenly, you heard footsteps, and not just of one person, more like multiple, before hearing hushed voices, outside the door, eyes widening slightly. Being too drunk to do anything, you watched as the door got slammed open, 7 men with guns in their hands.

They froze when they saw you immediately, giving each other puzzled looks.

"The fuck, I thought this was supposed to allegedly be enemy base." One of them, Mark, scoffed, lowering his gun, the others following as well.

"Oooh, let me handle her." Another one, Donghyuck, or better known by his gang name, Haechan, smirked, walking towards you. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here, all alone, hm?"

Jaemin rolled his eyes, smacking the back of Haechans head. "She's clearly drunk, idiot."

"So?" He shrugged, looking back at you, cocking a brow. "Why are you here, angel? Someone like you shouldn't be in gang territory, now should they?"