Born and raised within a police family, he cannot help but grow with lots of boundaries and abides them—when he breaks it, his parents would go crazy and it feels like Jongin rather hangs himself. For his life, he always lives between the boundaries, does not even dare to cross any line and it is starting to get on his nerves.

Then, he meets Hayoung; punk, pink haired, and surely somebody else. He knows that he barges into more than he had imagined.

“When's your curfew?”

“Nine o’clock.”

“Great, we are going home at eleven.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

this is not so much of Author's note, but I hope you bare with my summary -heck, that is not even a summary. I hope you like this story and do notice that all of them were made in my brain, so any similar scenes or plotline are purely coincidence. Thank you for reading my story and please bare with my grammar as well, because English is not my first language and I'm still learning it, but I'll try my best!

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