A messy world of boxers, mafias, cops and bikers. It all turns dark quick as each individual comes together to take down evil while still trying to maintain a good life of trust, love, and loyalty.
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In a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of the city, Mingi, a member of the western mafia, sat alone at a corner table. He took a sip of his whiskey, his gaze fixed on the television screen broadcasting San's latest boxing match.
Mingi had a reputation as a ruthless enforcer, but he had a hidden fascination with the world of sports, particularly boxing. As the match unfolded before him, Mingi couldn't help but be captivated by San's skill and determination.
The way he moved in the ring, the lightning-fast strikes, and the fire in his eyes resonated deeply with Mingi. It reminded him of the fighting spirit that burned within him, albeit in a different context. Mingi's attention was momentarily diverted when the door to the bar swung open, and a familiar face entered.
It was Wooyoung, San's manager and partner. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the man who had recently made headlines in the underworld. Mingi was aware of the western mafia's activities, and he knew better than to cross paths with someone like Wooyoung.
But destiny had a different plan in store for them that night. Wooyoung, unaware of Mingi's presence, made his way to the bar, ordering a drink before his attention was captured by the television screen. His eyes widened with excitement as he watched San's boxing match, oblivious to the fact that Mingi was observing him from afar.
Curiosity and an unexplainable pull compelled Mingi to approach Wooyoung. He sauntered over to the bar, taking a seat next to him. Wooyoung glanced at the stranger beside him, a mix of surprise and caution in his eyes.
Mingi offered a friendly smile, extending a hand in greeting. "I couldn't help but notice your interest in the match. Quite a thrilling fight, isn't it?" Mingi spoke, his voice smooth yet tinged with an air of danger.
Wooyoung hesitated for a moment before returning the handshake, sensing something intriguing beneath Mingi's tough exterior. "Yes, it's incredible... I'm Wooyoung."
"Mingi," he replied, his gaze never leaving the screen. "I have to admit, I'm not usually one for sentimentality, but this guy San, he's something else."
Wooyoung's eyebrows furrowed slightly, curiosity piqued. "You know about San?"
Mingi smirked, a hint of mystery in his eyes. "Let's just say I move in circles where such knowledge is common. But there's more to this encounter than mere admiration for a sport."
Mingi studied Wooyoung intently, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. He saw a connection, an unbreakable bond, mirrored in his own experiences. Though from different worlds, their devotion to their partners resonated on a deeper level.
