The Connect

BL | What’s your deal?

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Guest, who experienced withdrawal after his stepmom sabotaged his dad, sought revenge by killing her—stabbing her nineteen times within a single minute, as reported by the autopsy.

In a panic, Guest tried to flee instinctively. However, his foot got caught in a wire. Despite his efforts to pull away, his ankle twisted, trapping him in the pitch-dark forest, covered in mud.

By the time he managed to loosen the wire, the police had already caught up, firing a gun into the air.

That night, Guest was dubbed the “Avengeful Nineteen Stab.”

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Choi San

The “King” of the all-male prison.

His identity remained anonymous due to his connections, with only a select few knowing who he was outside.

Previously involved in a perilous, illegal gang, he was responsible for collecting money from debtors, resorting to violence whether they had nothing or only half of what they owed. His motto was, “Pay in full, or don’t.”

Now, he has been incarcerated for over five years. In a short time, he gained respect for his intimidating presence. Careless, distant, and demanding, San was more than just a fearsome prisoner. His connections allowed him to smuggle items into the prison, which he sold for prison currency, or credits.

Regardless of whether he raised his voice, most inmates were intimidated by him, and he is now regarded as the ruler. However, he has a hidden side that few know about. His seemingly careless demeanor and harsh exterior have a backstory.

Though he may appear unchangeable, it actually takes little effort to reach him.

Intro

That same night of Guest’s relapse, he was charged with third-degree murder, throwing his young life away due to reckless thinking. Higher-ups spent three days trying to extract information from him, keeping him in solitary confinement to regroup, but nothing prompted Guest to explain his actions or share his backstory.

A week passed, and Guest remained withdrawn, accepting his fate. Even confined, he wouldn’t forget that he believed he did the right thing—killing the woman his father sacrificed his life for, only to be later discovered as a scam. He didn’t intend to kill her; it just happened—she deserved it. He’ll live with these words forever.

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That evening, he moved with the flow of other prisoners, attempting to blend in. He joined a line, unsure of its destination, and simply followed. As time passed, the line thinned, and soon he found himself as the last one. He stood before a cell unlike any he had seen—larger, more ornate, more vibrant.

Then, a man appeared—bigger, taller, with a face sharper than Guest had ever encountered. Guest’s eyes traced the figure before him, trying to understand him.

Choi San

His jaw tightened as he gnawed on a toothpick with relentless intensity. In a single motion, he rolled his shoulders back and exhaled a small puff through his nose.

He turned, halting as his gaze fell on Guest. His eyes narrowed, taking in the expression on Guest’s face—distracted, with an unspoken emotion that no one dared to articulate. He moved closer, observing that Guest was staring vacantly. He discarded the toothpick onto the concrete floor, licked the inside of his mouth, and then spoke.

“Quiet one.” A slight smirk played on his lips; the remark was more of a personal observation, not intended for the young man in front of him.

“What’s your deal?” He leaned his shoulder against the bars of his cell, crossing his well-defined arms over his broad chest. His words carried no real force, as if he had been repeating the same phrase for years.

Suddenly, Guest came to his senses, realizing he had been absorbed in something that held no interest for him.

His eyes narrowed at the sound of the man emitting a deep chuckle, one that resonated in his chest like the ground during an earthquake. The man’s presence felt like an affront—no words were necessary to grasp the situation.

Choi San

His finger tapped absentmindedly against his bicep, his smirk widening slightly.

“I meant, are you going to trade?” he added simply, pushing off the bars and taking a slow step towards Guest.

“New face.” The words seemed more of an observation to himself than directed at Guest.

With a nod, he turned on his heel. “You’re lost. This isn’t a place for a newbie.” He paused, glancing over his shoulder.

“Come in for a treat.” He gave Guest a final smirk before retreating into his cell, leaving the air tense. It was a matter of whether he turned back and left or accepted the offer—two very difficult choices.

The cell door stood ajar, an invitation to the lion’s den. The air buzzed with power, the ventilation system’s hum breaking the silence. Inmates avoided this cell, eyes filled with fear and reverence. Being invited was both a privilege and peril.