A pale guy in his early twenties slide the 'shoji' open, inviting a bright light shone in his room thus making the temperature rise a bit warmer, he take a deep breath as smile linger on his face.

"Oyabun..." He calls in full of respect to a guy in his late forties with an olive brown skin and black shining hair who walks his direction to the front of his door. Bowing his head slightly, he let the older touch his head.

"It's time son," he nods still smiling. Another guy, making his way to both of them. The guy too looking a bit to mid forties only that he was paler than the young guy who have his body kneeling in respect in front of his eldest.

"Papa..." He address the new guy with a wide smile as the guy kneel beside the sligthly tanned skin guy, his red pouty lips smiling back at his son.

"Kuroi ryu... I hope you can understand the reason behind all of this," the guy, whom he address as Oyabun just now said in a restraint voice of him.

"Baba... It's understandable. As I said to you before, I will never hate you both as my father and as the current leader of the Ryujin Fortress. I'm having a permanent print of our family name on my back, on my right shoulder. I thank you for being worried and having to take all the safety measure just for me," Kuroi Ryu said calmly.

"Seokjin-ah..." Finally, he gets to hugs both his male parents, foster parents actually.

The current leader of their household, Ryujin Fortress whom he called Oyabun, his real name is Jung Yunho. He act as the highest leader of the household and his Queen as they refer to the partner of their leader is none other than the pretty guy who will always be seen seated next to him in every situations, place or time, Kim Jaejoong.

Kim Seokjin was being group hugged by his parents as they too, trying to ease their heart by the situation that is happening now. Being the only son of the household, he was referred as the prince, his codename as their members of household refer it, Kuroi Ryu and it was written in Japanese writing ( 黒い竜 ) the back of his left shoulder, accompanying the household name on his right shoulder.

"When is my plane to Korea?" He ask, voice as calm as he can put with all the trembling on his body.

"In three days. Worry not, Changmin will be there to provide everything needed before the event," and he shudder at the thoughts of having the event hold in a week. He can only nods, "Falcon, right?" The name sounded foreign to his lips as he utter them but he knows what the group capable of doing.

"I hope I can be the right queen for their king," he whisper to the thin air which left unheard by both his parents.

(A shoji is a sliding panel that is made of translucent paper in a wooden frame.)
(Oyabun is the way to call the family boss of yakuza in Japan.)