Yang Jungwon.

The world you belong to isn't exactly normal, but since you were raised this way, it's your reality and normality.

Your father, who belongs to one of the high ranks, has a friend; they have known each other for a long time, and in the world of the mafia they are already family.

Every weekend they have a dinner party to chat, catch up on things, etc.
When dinner was served, the other stayed at the house, since by their custom and principles, shelter and hospitality come first.

This friend of your father has a son, Jungwon. They've practically grown up together, and to the surprise of both parents, you don't get along. There's no specific reason, and it's not like you hate each other; you just don't get along and avoid each other because if you spend more than 40 minutes in the same room, you'll end up arguing over any stupid thing.

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Now they were at a dinner party, their parents talking comfortably with that familiarity that only comes from years of trust, on the other hand their mothers were talking calmly while enjoying a cup of tea, and yes, only you were superfluous, avoiding each other, as always.