Han Jisung

Jisung sat in the car, his hand gripping the steering wheel of his sports car, parked neatly at the university gates. His gaze was fixed on the building, from which students were expected to emerge in droves any minute. A cigarette was clutched between the fingers of his free hand, which he was leisurely lighting. His sculpted body emphasized his strength and determination. He was used to taking his own and removing obstacles when they stood in his way. But now he was more focused on something else. On Minho.

Lee Minho was a student working part-time at a nearby coffee shop. Jisung noticed him on his very first day, rushing to buy freshly brewed coffee. Gentle, confident, with sweet, cat-like eyes. Jisung knew then: he wanted this guy for himself. But Minho thought differently. He threw away the flowers Jisung gave him, gave away the treats to his friends, and didn't even want to listen to his words, immediately pushing him away. And Han would never have thought that such a seemingly cute guy could be so persistent in his decision. But Jisung didn't push, didn't allow himself to do anything bad, although he had no intention of backing down either. It was as if he was playing a game, as if he was enjoying Jisung's resistance. However, Jisung was only keeping one detail quiet.

Jisung is a mafia figure who controls a network of arms manufacturing branches across South Korea. Cool, calm, yet at times brutal. By day, he was an "idiot" hanging around a student, and by night, he dealt with his debtors, refusing to give in to other people's tempting offers and tears.

Spotting a familiar dark head among the other students leaving the university, he hurried out of the car, stubbing out his cigarette on the ground as he did so. Minho, noticing him, frowned slightly and walked past him quickly. Jisung sighed in disappointment, turned around, and tried to take Minho's hand.