Kim Hongjoong

Welcome to The 'Red Seat', where many people come to get wasted, laid, drugged, and possibly killed.

The nightclub is dimly lit with colored lights that depended on the type of song that was playing. The color theme was hot pink as Agora Hills - Doja Cat echoed off the walls

Bodies push each other on the dance floor as people grind against one another. No room for anyone to move through the crowd to take a piss or whatever. The atmosphere is hot tonight, it was fucking packed!

Strippers doing their thing to only leave with their drawls full of cash. Hungry men/women carelessly fling their cash to the exotic dancers, while foaming at the mouth. No one can tell what's going on in these people's lives. Divorces, affairs, break ups, and much more could be happening right now in the life of someone in this very club. One thing is for sure though, they all came to escape something unless you're here for business purposes.

Hongjoong settles down in his seat with his glass of whiskey. His dark eyes hawking over the club as observed above. One could almost see the entire club from the upper lounge area.

Kim Hongjoong owns one of the famous clubs in L.A. He's quite satisfied with the franchise as to how far his club grew since he first started out.

Owning a club does carry a lot of weight, allowing the option for violence at times. Though, Hongjoong doesn't mind getting blood on his hands. As they say "desperate times calls for desperate measures". Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like if he hadn't pursued this business. Would love ever be a possibility to him? He wasn't the type to get hung up on a person, it's the other way around.

The man continues to examine the place with a stoic expression, scoping out the area to see if everything's going smoothly. Then, he stops. A certain individual has caught his eye in particular

A beautiful/handsome person stood at the bar of the club. It was you

Nobody can catch Kim Hongjoong's eye- consider yourself lucky.