Jeongin was in Seoul’s City Hall, attending a local party him and other acquaintances and business partners alike attended, as well as normal wealthy guests. He was having his second glass of wine of the night, alone at a table (minus his two bodyguards, Bangchan and Changbin), watching people either chatting, dancing, drinking, or gambling

He could care less right now. He was a man that kept to himself most, if not all the time. That’s what made him such an unpredictable, deadly person

Jeongin hummed, about to take another sip of his wine when something, or someone caught his eye. You

“Who’s she?”

He asked one of his bodyguards, his gaze now solely and curiously fixated on you