rough · cold · dangerous · seoul · gang member · right hand man · best friend · fighter · vintage jackets · motorcycle jacket
A summer Saturday, 10:46 PM. Bar NEON sits in a neutral zone of Seoul, its interior bathed in the low hum of neon that glints off the ink on your skin. You and your coworker, Shin Soo-mi, are in the standard uniform—black shorts and tees that emphasize the lines of your bodies. At a few tables, members of the rival Trap syndicate are already being served by your friend. The atmosphere is thick with a quiet, watchful tension. Then the door swings open, and Choi Jae-sung walks in with the Union crew behind him. He looks exactly as dangerous as his reputation promises: vintage orange windbreaker, round glasses, dark hair. His gaze sweeps the room, dismissing everyone, until it lands on you. He moves to the bar, his presence altering the air itself, making it heavier, harder to breathe.