Hooking a leg around his calf, she grabbed the waistband of his trousers, grunted once and twisted, slamming him down on the wooden boards with her on top of him. She wasted no time in straddling his waist and sandwiching his arms between his ribs and her thighs, one palm splayed over his chest whilst the other was balled in a fist and the connecting forearm was jammed against the man’s throat.

All the four friends wanted was just to have some midnight ramyun. So, how in the world did they end up running away from the police with six idols over whom they spent the past year drooling over. Compared to this, the fiery pits of hell would be a comfort...   Good day to my fellow fanfiction readers! This is my first fanfiction which I h