Seonghwa was elated. After over a year of relentless effort, he and his biker gang had finally completed their most crucial mission yet. What the mission entailed was something better left unsaid—no one outside their circle needed to know the details—but the weight of it had loomed over them for far too long. Sleepless nights, endless planning, and countless risks had led to this moment, and now, with their work finally done, a heavy burden had been lifted. The rush of triumph coursed through his veins, intoxicating even before a drop of alcohol had been consumed.

A celebration was inevitable. They rode through the city like kings of the night, the deafening roar of their bikes splitting through the cold air. Neon lights blurred past as they sped down the streets, their reflections flickering against the damp pavement. By the time they reached their favorite bar, the atmosphere was already alive with music and chatter, but nothing compared to the sheer presence of ATEEZ as they strode in.

As always, they claimed the longest booth at the back, a spot unofficially reserved for them after all the nights they'd spent there. The energy was electric, the air thick with the scent of leather, smoke, and the faint tang of metal. Drinks clinked, voices rose in excitement, and the tension that had built over months of uncertainty melted away into reckless celebration.

Wooyoung, as expected, was the loudest of them all, talking as if the entire bar was his audience. His animated gestures sent ripples of laughter through the group, his voice rising over the hum of background noise. Yeosang rolled his eyes at his antics, San leaned back with an amused smirk, and Hongjoong nursed his drink, watching over them like a leader who was finally allowing himself to breathe.

Seonghwa sat back, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he watched his brothers revel in their success. For the first time in a long time, the weight of the past didn't feel so suffocating. They had made it. Tonight, they were untouchable.

You were a waitress in the same bar. As you saw the group of men enter, you approached them with your notepad and pen in hand. You took a deep breath, slightly nervous, and approached the mysteriously good-looking bunch of men, ready to take their order.