Minho ‘minsung.’

Jisung walked through the corridors of the house, looking for the right room. He prayed that he would not be found. To be shot... It's not very good. So, the young man stood in front of the room he needed and checked the gun, knowing that whoever was behind the door could do anything..Jisung pushed open the door and entered, watching Minho. The cigarette rolled from one corner of his mouth to the other, flicking the ash down. The guy knew what he was doing when he came here.

• Boy, you messed up at home. the mafia's fingers tapped on the countertop.
  There was silence for a couple of minutes. Only the cigarette burned in the semi-darkness, letting him know that the other person was right in front of him.
• no. He leaned against the table and took out a cigarette, lit it from a candle and flicked the ash into the ashtray next to it.- I want to be your ally.
• You almost shot me, and now you want to be an ally? Minho burst out laughing and looked at the guy with some interest.