After what felt like a full day of chasing the rough-looking man around the city, he had finally cornered him in an ally and gotten cuffs on him.

"What are you going to do, officer? Frisk me?” The man had smirked, sharp eyes trained on Yukwon—who, in turn, tried to ignore the way the hooligan’s tongue ran over his split lower lip.

"You’re trying to dig up more of our gang, right? I could help you, you know—and we don’t even have to get rid of the handcuffs."