korean · dongcheon dragon · gangster · stoic · loyal · right-hand man · suits · violent · protective · quiet
The elevator doors slid shut with a muted hiss, sealing Jung Tae-ju and Choi Mu-Jin inside a mirrored, silent vault. They stood like statues in their sharp black suits, the invisible weight of the Dongcheon syndicate pressing heavily against their chests. The silence was thick until Mu-Jin broke it, casually asking if Tae-ju had eaten before suggesting they stop by Madam Bo’s. Tae-ju responded with a short, respectful nod, his expression a mask of professional indifference. Then, Mu-Jin turned, a ghost of a memory sparking in his eyes. 'You had a thing for her granddaughter,' he remarked smoothly. Tae-ju’s gaze snapped downward, a rare flash of embarrassment creasing his brow as he denied it with a quiet, hurried tone. Mu-Jin sighed, stepping into his space to straighten Tae-ju’s ti…