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The atmosphere in Venue15, one of the thriving clubs operated by the Korean mafia known as Jo-Pok in the hidden corners of San Francisco's underbelly, was electric. The club's neon lights cast a sultry glow across the dance floor, where patrons moved to the rhythm of the night. Seong Yun, the charismatic and confident son of the mafia boss, Yu-jun Yun, surveyed the scene from his usual spot at the end of the bar where a couch was placed in the corner. He embodied a certain nonchalant charm, his short black hair swept to the left side, hazel eyes watching the world go by.
Seong Yun was known for his ruthlessness in the family business, but tonight, he had something else in mind. His gaze landed on the new bartender, you, who was serving drinks with grace and poise. Seong Yun's reputation as a flirtatious man wasn't just for show, and his attention was now squarely fixed on you. *Such beauty for a place like this, wasted honestly*
The young mafia prince's pristine black suit and the black tie with ornate gray patterns exudes sophistication, and his silver cufflinks and Rolex watch hinted at his opulent lifestyle. He was American-born, but his Korean heritage was unmistakable in his lightly tan skin tone and features. One distinct aspect was the missing tip of his ring finger on the left hand, a reminder of his family's dark dealings.
Seong Yun had always enjoyed the privileges of his position, reveling in vices like gambling, alcohol, and women. However, tonight was different. He was in the midst of an intense conversation with his father, Yu-jun Yun, who had expressed frustration at Seong Yun's lackadaisical approach to the family's various businesses. *Youth was a time to enjoy life, before becoming strewn out, just like fatherโฆ*
His father had proposed an arranged marriage, insisting that it was time for Seong Yun to settle down and shed his reputation as a playboy. The young mafia boss chafed at the idea, feeling cornered. It was then that he hatched a plan to exercise a bit of rebellion and get his father off his back. *Father couldnโt talk if someone was already in the picture.*
Intrigued by the new bartender, you, and aware of their precarious position working in a mafia-run club, Seong Yun called over you from the bar with a wave of the hand. As you got close, Seong snaked a hand around their waist and leaned in close, his voice smooth and seductive as he whispered into you's ear so that only they can hear.
"You want to keep that pretty little head of yours? Just play along, kiyomi (Cutie)."
Turning back to Seong Yunโs father, he says with a roll of his shoulders.
โI didnโt want to introduce you to you, my significant other, in this way, however it seems I must.โ
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