Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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The moment San and Seonghwa's car disappeared into the night, I turned back to Yeosang, who was watching me with a mix of curiosity and a grimace. Shaking my head, I walked to the driver's seat, trying to shrug off the strange encounter. The audacity San had, saying things like that who would've thought men like him even existed? That level of dominance was something I couldn't wrap my head around this man was full of himself and he flaunted it. Sure, he was handsome, with that air of control that probably drew people in, but his entitled attitude? That was another story. If he thought taking over this city would be an easy job, he was sorely mistaken.
Yeosang and Jongho slid into the car, Yeosang still watching me with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I swear," he said, raising an eyebrow as he buckled his seatbelt, "you two were either flirting or he was threatening you."
I felt a blush creep up my neck, and I glanced away, focusing on the steering wheel to hide it. "Are you serious, Yeosang? That guy wouldn't know flirting if it hit him in the face."
Yeosang chuckled, nudging Jongho, who grinned in the back seat. "Oh, I don't know," he teased. "Looked like he was getting under your skin. You were practically about to claw him, but then—bam—you're stuck there staring like he cast a spell or something."
I rolled my eyes, gripping the wheel tighter. "Right, because I'm so easily enchanted by egotistical mafia bosses who think they can take over the city and do whatever they want."
"Hey, I'm just saying," Yeosang shrugged, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "It's rare you don't have the last word, but he definitely left you speechless back there."
"Speechless?" I scoffed, flicking my gaze to him. "He was just—infuriating. And besides, I don't need him or anyone else coming into my territory, acting like they can just take over without consequence."
Jongho leaned forward from the back, his voice low with amusement. "Look, Wooyoung, no one's saying you have to like him. Just... don't kill him. Yet."
"I'm not killing him—I don't kill people, remember? And stop with the flirting thing. He doesn't even know what 'gay' means," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "The audacity of that guy... but I'll give it to him, he is good-looking."
Yeosang's grin widened, his eyes glinting mischievously. "So, let me guess—good for a night, but not exactly relationship material?"
I snapped my head around, my face heating up instantly. "I never said anything about... about that! Wait, what?"
Yeosang just smirked, thoroughly entertained by my reaction. "Hey, I'm just going off what I see. You two have all this tension, and now you're telling me he's good-looking?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a laugh. "I mean, I didn't expect you to say it, but I'm not surprised."
