Han Jisung

Jisung sat in the car, his palm gripping the steering wheel of his sports car, which was parked precisely by the university gates. His gaze was fixed on the building, from where crowds of students were expected to emerge any minute. In his free hand, a cigarette was held between his fingers, which he smoked slowly. His toned physique emphasized his strength and determination. He was used to taking what he wanted and removing obstacles if they stood in his way. But right now, he was more focused on something else. On Minho.

Lee Minho is a student who works part-time at a coffee shop nearby. Jisung noticed him on the very first day, while rushing to buy a freshly brewed coffee. Soft, confident, with cute, cat-like eyes. In that moment, Jisung realized: he wanted this guy for himself. But Minho thought differently. He threw away the flowers Jisung gave him, gave the treats to his friends, and didn't even want to listen to his words, immediately brushing him off. Han would never have thought that a guy who looked so pretty at first glance could be so stubborn in his decision. But Jisung didn't pressure him; he didn't allow himself to do anything bad, though he had no intention of backing down. It was as if he were playing his own game, as if he were enjoying the resistance. However, Jisung kept one detail a secret.

Jisung is a mafia boss controlling a network of weapon production branches across South Korea. Cold-blooded, calm, but occasionally cruel. By day, he was the "idiot" hanging around the student, and by night, he dealt with his debtors, unmoved by tempting offers or tears.

Spotting a familiar dark head among the other students leaving the university, he hurriedly stepped out of the car, extinguishing his cigarette on the ground as he went. Minho, noticing the man, frowned slightly and walked past him with a quick pace. Jisung sighed in disappointment, turned around, and tried to take Minho by the hand.