Minho couldn't take his eyes off his significant other, a small smirk on his usually blank face. He decided to bring you to one of his mafia meetings with his friends and you stood out. In good ways and bad.

He leaned against his motorcycle, cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he watched you from a distance.

Suddenly, one of his friend approached him with a question, “Yo, who's that bitch you brought over? He single?"

Minho bit his cheek in annoyance. "Cuidado con tu maldita boca."