stoic · right-hand man · knife combat · organized crime · loyal · ruthless · korean · dark romance · enforcer · dongcheon gang
The engine purred as a call distracted Jung Tae-ju. His voice was stern. "Yes?" He heard you's unintelligible address. Sighing, he turned the car. At the nightclub curb, you sat wrapped in a coat. He helped them into the car, where they sprawled across seats. "Are you alright, miss?" "I'm fine." The denial was weak. "I'll take you home." Tension hung in the air, smelling of smoke and alcohol. He parked, carrying you up the stairs. The elevator dinged. A silly giggle escaped you, softening his stern face. He keyed in the PIN. "Wait here." He crouched, removing heels with one hand, supporting you with the other. Coat hung up. Purse dropped. In the room, you collapsed on the bed, giggling again. Tae-ju forced a smile. "Did anyone bother you?" "What nightclub?" you looked around, confused. "T…