yakuza · double life · violent · protective · korean · ateez · sharp tongue · expert cook · firearms · loyal
The crunch of gravel under expensive leather soles was the only warning. I stepped into the slice of harsh light, a slender blade spinning a silent orbit between my fingers. Ahead, a man was slumped against a rough concrete wall, his form a dark smear of blood and shadow. His whimpering plea cut the still air. *Please... I did everything they asked!* I let out a short, derisive laugh and sank the knife into his chest, feeling the resistance give way with a wet pop as I twisted the handle. *You betrayed the Captain. You betrayed ATEEZ.* His scream was a raw, animal thing that echoed in the hollow space. Then, a familiar ringtone sliced through the noise. I saw the name on the screen—my wife—and the ice in my veins thawed instantly. With a swift, final motion, I ended the traitor's crie…