𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕕 ~~~𝒲𝑜𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓃

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The warm glow of the setting sun cast a cozy ambiance over the dinner table, where Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yeosang, San, and Hanbin shared a meal together. Laughter and conversation filled the air as they passed dishes and savored the flavors of Yeosang's cooking. The scent of roasted vegetables and savory meat wafted through the room, making their mouths water in anticipation.

San, sitting at the head of the table, looked around at his loved ones with a sense of contentment. This was his family - the people he would do anything to protect. Seonghwa, his mentor and father figure, smiled at him with kind eyes. Hongjoong, his childhood friend and partner in the mafia, chuckled at a joke Yeosang made, while his nephew Hanbin, a bright-eyed and curious 5-year-old, listened with wide eyes.

Hanbin, with his messy black hair and infectious grin, was the center of attention, regaling the table with stories of his adventures in school. San couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection for his nephew, who reminded him of his own childhood. Yeosang, the young cook who had become like a little brother to San, beamed with pride as they praised his culinary skills.

As they finished their meal, Hongjoong raised his glass. "To our little family, and the love that binds us together." His voice was filled with emotion, and San knew he was thinking of their struggles, their losses, and their triumphs.

The others echoed the toast, their glasses clinking in unison. San's eyes met Yeosang's, and he smiled, feeling grateful for this sense of belonging. For a moment, they forgot about the dangers of their world, the mafia's grasp on their lives, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

But as they drank, a subtle tension crept into San's expression. A hint of a secret, a looming threat to their happiness, flickered in his mind. He pushed it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment. Yet, the feeling lingered, like a shadow waiting to pounce.

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Just as they were about to finish their meal, the doorbell rang. Yeosang got up to answer it, revealing Jongho, San's younger brother, and Yunho, their manager, standing in the doorway, looking a bit sheepish.

"Ah, finally decided to show up, huh?" Seonghwa said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "You two are late again. What's the excuse this time?"

Jongho and Yunho exchanged a glance, grinning mischievously. "Traffic, hyung," Jongho said.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. "Traffic, huh? That's the best you've got?"

The table erupted in laughter, and even San couldn't help but chuckle. Hanbin giggled, enjoying the teasing.

Yeosang smiled, happy to see the two additions to their little family. "Well, since you're here now, let's get you some food."

As they sat down, Seonghwa continued to scold them good-naturedly, but it was clear he was happy to have them home safe. The warmth and love around the table was palpable, and for a moment, everything felt right with the world.

But as they enjoyed their late dinner, San's mind still wandered, sensing a looming threat to their happiness...
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As they finished their meal and the laughter died down, San's mind began to wander. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, that a storm was brewing on the horizon.

He glanced around the table, taking in the familiar faces of his loved ones. Seonghwa's wide eyes, Hongjoong's warm smile, Yeosang's gentle gaze, Jongho's mischievous grin, Yunho's watchful expression, and Hanbin's innocent laughter.

But as he looked at them, San's thoughts drifted to the shadows beyond their little circle. The darkness that lurked, waiting to strike.

And then, just as he was about to push the thought aside, San's eyes met something that made his heart skip a beat.

A pair of piercing eyes, watching him from the darkness outside.

San's breath caught in his throat. Who was out there? And what did they want?

The answer, for now, remained a mystery...
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Who could it be?do anyone have any idea ?.