Entrance || Lee Know ✓

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Days had passed since Dahye's encounter with Chan at the bar. She hadn't seen him since, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Life hadn't gotten any easier. She was still living in the alley, sleeping on a cold bench that offered no comfort and little security. The rejection from job after job weighed heavily on her, and her situation was becoming more desperate by the day.

It was late one evening when the full weight of her circumstances finally hit her. She stood outside a convenience store, staring at the meager coins in her hand. She barely had enough money to buy a single piece of bread. No drinks, no proper meal—just enough for something to keep her stomach from growling through the night.

Sighing, she picked up a small loaf of bread, handed over her last few coins, and exited the store. The streetlights flickered overhead as she made her way back to her usual spot on the bench in the alley. The air was cool, and the city felt almost lifeless at this hour, the sounds of distant cars and the occasional passerby her only company.

She sat down, tearing off a piece of bread and chewing it slowly. The taste was bland, almost dry, but she forced it down. As she ate, a lump formed in her throat, and before she knew it, silent tears began to fall.

For the first time in a long while, Dahye allowed herself to feel the overwhelming loneliness that had settled deep in her chest. She had never had any real friends, never had anyone she could truly rely on. And now, here she was, alone again—hungry, homeless, and without a clear path forward.

The tears fell more freely as she stared at the half-eaten loaf of bread in her hands. She had always been strong, always kept her guard up, but the weight of her situation was too much tonight.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, cutting through the dim light of the alley. She looked up, startled, and immediately wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. Standing in front of her, as calm as ever.

"You again?" Dahye's voice was hoarse from crying. She narrowed her eyes at him, her guard immediately going back up. "Were you following me?"

Chan's expression was unreadable, his hands casually in his pockets. "No, not exactly. I just had a feeling I'd find you here."

Dahye scoffed, wiping away the last of her tears. "Well, congratulations. You found me. What do you want?"

Chan took a step closer, his gaze softening slightly as he glanced at the bread in her hands. "You don't look like you're doing too well."

          She looked away, her pride stinging. "I'm fine."

He let out a quiet sigh, not pushing the subject. "Have you thought about my offer?"

Dahye stayed silent, staring down at the ground. She had thought about it, of course. It had been in the back of her mind since the moment he'd mentioned it at the bar. But she didn't trust easily, and joining a mafia gang was not something she could take lightly.

After a few long moments of silence, Chan spoke again. "Look, I'm not going to force you into anything. But you need help, and I'm offering you a way out of this."

       Dahye's fingers tightened around the loaf of bread, her heart heavy. She had always prided herself on being independent, on handling things on her own. But here she was, on the verge of losing everything. Maybe she already had.

Finally, she let out a slow breath and met Chan's gaze. "Fine. I'll join your gang."

Chan's expression didn't change much, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good. Let's go."

Without another word, he turned and began walking, and Dahye stood up to follow him. They walked in silence for a while, the sounds of the city filling the space between them. Dahye couldn't help but feel a mixture of nerves and curiosity as they headed deeper into the heart of the city.

When they reached their destination, Dahye blinked in surprise. They stood in front of a tall, modern building, its sleek design and glowing lights completely at odds with the dark, shady world she had expected. This wasn't some hidden lair in an abandoned warehouse or a run-down hideout on the outskirts of town. It was right in the middle of the city.

                       Dahye frowned, glancing at Chan. "This is your hideout?"

He smiled slightly. "It's not what you expected, huh?"

"No," she admitted, her confusion growing. "You're a mafia gang, aren't you? Why are you operating out in the open like this?"

Chan shrugged, a knowing look in his eyes. "Sometimes the best way to hide is in plain sight."

With that cryptic statement, he led her inside. The building was just as impressive on the inside—modern and spacious, with comfortable-looking furniture and high-tech security systems lining the walls. It looked more like a high-end apartment complex than a mafia hideout.

As they entered the main living area, Dahye was greeted by a group of men who seemed to be lounging around, some watching TV, others chatting casually.

"Guys," Chan called out, his voice carrying authority but laced with warmth, "this is Dahye. She's going to be joining us."

The group immediately turned their attention to her, and Dahye felt a wave of nervousness as they all sized her up. But instead of the cold, intimidating stares she expected, most of them greeted her with friendly smiles.

"Hey!" A blonde-haired boy, grinned at her from the couch. "I'm Jisung. Welcome to the family!"

The others echoed similar greetings, introducing themselves one by one.

"I'm Changbin," a muscular guy with black hair said, flashing her a smile. "You'll like it here. We're a fun bunch."

"I'm Jeongin," another younger-looking boy with pink hair added with a shy wave. "You're safe with us."

Hyunjin, the red-haired one, was leaning back in his chair, looking her up and down with a smirk. "Hey, Dahye! I'm Hyunjin."

Seungmin, another blonde-haired, gave her a small, polite nod, while Felix, another black-haired boy, smiled warmly, his deep voice catching her by surprise. "Nice to meet you, Dahye. You're in good hands."

But one of them wasn't as welcoming. Minho, the grey-haired, stood off to the side, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. He barely acknowledged her, his gaze flickering over her briefly before turning back to whatever he had been doing.

"Don't mind him," Changbin said, leaning in toward Dahye as if to offer some advice. "Minho's always like that. He's a bit cold, but he warms up eventually."

Dahye raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She wasn't too concerned about Minho's attitude—she'd dealt with worse.

Chan gestured for her to follow him deeper into the hideout. "Come on, I'll show you where you'll be staying. You'll have your own room."

As they walked, Dahye couldn't shake the surreal feeling. She had expected danger, blood, and violence, but what she found here was friendship, laughter, and warmth. These men lived together like a family, and they didn't seem like the ruthless criminals she had envisioned. But looks could be deceiving.

For the first time in a long while, Dahye felt something other than fear or loneliness. Maybe this strange new world could offer her a fresh start. Or maybe it was just another trap she had willingly stepped into.

       Either way, there was no turning back now.

Now, Babes, If you are wondering how They had a room prepared for her ask that to seungmin who is always watching CCTV's. And anyway it's wAtTpAd.

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