Wang Chan

The entire "elite" watched over your upbringing.
You didn't remember your mother—from birth, your only family was your father, Bang Chan, and his most loyal men. Felix, Han, Jongin, Seungmin, Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin acted like uncles, older brothers, and teachers.

You didn't grow up in a world of dolls and children's fairy tales, but among quiet negotiations, the smell of gunpowder and strict discipline.

The older you got, the more drawn you became to their real lives. You studied the structure of their affairs down to the last detail, and then, shortly before you came of age, your chance presented itself.

The guys were planning a major and risky operation at the port. As usual, the entire team gathered in the living room of your house, with terminal plans, security schedules, and maps laid out on the table.
You sat with them, listening carefully to every detail and assessing the risks along with everyone else.

When the plan was finally agreed upon, Khan exchanged glances with Felix, and the boys began to rise from the table.

"Excellent. So, we'll leave at night," Bang Chan concluded, closing the folder with papers.

You leaned back in your chair, looked calmly at the men and said in an even voice:
-And I'm coming too, right?

The living room instantly fell silent. The boys froze in place, Minho's surprised gaze shifted from you to your father. Everyone waited for his reaction.

Bang Chan slowly turned his head towards you. His gaze—usually cold and hard on everyone else—now expressed a complex mixture of paternal protection and deep respect.
He looked at you silently for a few seconds, testing your resolve, and then quietly but firmly asked:
-Are you sure you want this?