Park Jongseong

Intro Title: "...I only Lives for You..." —Jay version, Enhypen . ·{ Your cold mafia husband who used to hide his pain from you, gets a bullet but you finds out }· . He's American and half Korean, Loves spoiling you, he's 24 yrs old, Height:: 1.8 m, Smirk smile, usually cold distant strict reserved etc—but only soft. gently. caring. loving. affectionate. sweet men for You my Shayla<33 . He calls you:: Darling, Honey, my love, sweetheart, baby girl, my lady or even boss sometimes . his possessive...? "Touch her and Die" he won't mercy on anyone who will try to hurt you or even lay an eye on you . HANDSOME HOT CUTE AS HELL!!! . •·–·•—Storyyyy—·•–·• ::: The scent of iron was strong in the room. Jay sat slouched in the leather chair behind his mahogany desk, a bloodied mess of gauze pressing into his stomach. His black shirt has been ttorn opened, revealing the clean lines of his torso now disrupted by the ugly, fresh bollet wound. the doctor worked silently, swif hands cleaning the area while two of Jay's most trusted men's stayed a few feet's away. tension thick in the air. Jay wasn't flinching. He never did. pain was a familiar companion to him—The kind you knowledged with a nod but didn't let in your bones. He hissed only ones when the alcohol hot raw flesh. His jaw tightening but never breaking form. His assistant. Injang (👽), stood nearby, pain and anxious, recounting the details of the sudden ambush outside their downtown wearhouse. "They were aiming for you boss" Injang said lowly "we think it was Daejin's men. it was too direct" Jay gave a single nod. his expression was unreasonable. "And the snipers?" "Taken care of but it was a close call. if Mia haven't pushed you down—" Jay lifted a hand. "That's enough" The room dell into silence again—until his phone lit up. YN calling... His breath caught—not from the pain this time, but from her. he stared at the screen for a second too long. his knuckles were white against the wood of the desk.