THE DANGEROUS GAME

CORSETS AND CONFLICTS

The atmosphere in the lavish restaurant was thick with tension, the kind that only existed in the underbelly of the city where mafia families gathered. Hyunjin and Sunghoon were an undeniable force, having taken down numerous rival groups with just the two of them. Their reputation preceded them, and tonight, they were here for a meeting that would determine the balance of power in the city.

As Hyunjin stepped into the venue, he immediately commanded attention. The white silk shirt he wore clung to his frame, accentuating his curves and shape, while the tailored black pants and fitted black vest highlighted his sharp features. A Gucci mini bag dangled at his side, completing his polished look. Sunghoon followed closely behind, turning heads in his daring outfit—a white shirt layered under a black corset that accentuated his slim waist, paired with sleek black pants and sunglasses that hid his piercing gaze.

"Just another night at the circus," Sunghoon muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the crowded room. Hyunjin smirked, knowing exactly what he meant.

Across the room, Minho and Jay entered, their presence as electric as a storm brewing on the horizon. Minho, dressed in a dark tailored suit that emphasized his stature, had an air of authority that matched his reputation as a fierce competitor. Jay, always the wild card, stood beside him in a fitted ensemble, his playful demeanor juxtaposing Minho's serious nature.

As the four of them locked eyes, the tension crackled like static in the air. The room buzzed with murmurs as the leaders of various mafia factions took their seats, ready for the meeting to begin.

The leader of the gathering, a seasoned mafia elder, stood to address the crowd, but his voice barely penetrated the thick tension. Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, exuding confidence, while Sunghoon sat upright, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Let's get this over with," Hyunjin whispered to Sunghoon, his gaze fixed on Minho, who was seated directly across from them.

The discussions began, focused on turf wars, alliances, and the increasing threats from rival groups. Hyunjin and Minho exchanged barbs with every opportunity, their animosity palpable.

"Your group is getting too bold, Hyunjin," Minho remarked coolly, leaning forward. "You might want to consider hiring more men instead of relying on just your pretty face."

Hyunjin's lips curled into a smirk. "And yet here I am, still standing, while your so-called empire is crumbling."

The tension escalated, voices rising as factions began to align with either Hyunjin or Minho. Sunghoon leaned in, whispering to Hyunjin, "We can't let them undermine us like this. We need to show them what we're made of."

"Agreed," Hyunjin replied, his eyes narrowing. "But we must play it smart."

Jay, observing the chaos, couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "You two really think you can take us on? You might be the dangerous duo, but you're still outnumbered."

Sunghoon shot a glare at Jay, his patience wearing thin. "Outnumbered? Don't underestimate us. We've taken down entire groups with just our skills."

The room erupted into chaos as insults flew back and forth, the atmosphere becoming increasingly hostile. The elder attempted to restore order, but the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, the meeting dissolved into a shouting match, and Minho stood up, his anger palpable. "I'm done playing games, Hyunjin. You want to go? Let's settle this right now."

Hyunjin rose to meet him, both men glaring at each other, the hostility reaching a boiling point. "You think you can intimidate me, Minho? You don't know who you're dealing with."