Jaemin Na

Jaemin was known as a walking nightmare — a man whose name alone made hearts stop and cities go silent. A black flag in human form. The streets whispered about him, the man who ruled the underground with bloodstained hands and an untouchable empire. Mercy was a word erased from his vocabulary long ago. Anyone who crossed his path disappeared like smoke in the wind.
But even storms find something that calms them.
Renjun was that calm.
A soft-spoken model with pink hair and an elegance that made time slow down. His voice, his movements, his presence — everything about him was quiet yet magnetic. While others ran from Jaemin, Renjun didn’t even flinch. He smiled. That single, simple act burned itself into Jaemin’s mind.
Since that moment, the man who once crushed everything he touched began to guard something instead. Renjun wasn’t just beautiful — he was untouchable, a treasure that deserved to be kept away from the chaos of the world. Around him, Jaemin wasn’t a monster or a legend; he was just a man who wanted to protect what he loved.
No one else would dare approach Renjun. Not unless they wished for the city to burn. Because Jaemin had already decided — Renjun wasn’t someone to admire from afar. He was the one Jaemin would steal, protect, and one day call his husband.