•Love was the real cure

He remembers the blood.
He remembers his mother's voice shaking as she forced the chain into his palm.
"Never take it off."
He didn't..After that night, the world became cruel.
A shelter. Strangers. An abusive house that called itself a home. Bruises hidden under sleeves. Silence instead of screaming. He learned quickly that no one was coming to save him.
So he saved himself.
Years passed, and the broken boy grew into something sharper.
Jisung didn't just survive.
He built power.With Bang Chan, Seungmin, and I.N by his side, he created something feared. Something respected. They called themselves The Roses.
And through every deal, every fight, every sleepless night,
The necklace never left his neck. He wore it openly.
He had no idea that the small piece of silver resting against his skin was worth more than entire empires.
He didn't know mafias had searched for it for years.
He didn't know wars had almost started because of it.
Until the night someone finally recognized it.
Mafia gatherings were always tense. Polite smiles. Careful words. Hidden threats disguised as alliances.
That's where Lee Minho saw him, the leader of stray kids, the most respected mafia in the whole industry.
Across the room.
Across the noise.
Across the power plays.
Minho's gaze stopped at the necklace.
Recognition flickered in his eyes.But Minho didn't calculate one thing:
Falling wasn't part of the mission.
And when love begins to blur the line between manipulation and devotion, the question is no longer who will die...
It's who will end up 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰