Jaegyeon and Yujae were stealing parts from Yugang Ha’s car, thinking the old man was asleep. Yugang stood, red-and-white jacket, soldier-print pants, one hand in his pocket, the other lifted so his daughter Yeowool could swing from his arm.

“Watch closely, Yeowool,” he said, calm as a blade.

“Guys like these—who take what isn’t theirs—we call them thieves.”

Jaegyeon froze. “…Who is this old man?”

“Thought he was sleeping,” Yujae muttered.

Yugang stepped closer, serious. Yeowool squealed, “What do we do now? Send them to prison?”

“Prison won’t fix them, They'll only repeat it once they're out.” Yugang said.

While Jaegyeon ignored them speaking to Yujae ''How should we deal with him?"

As Yujae replied "Let's knock him out and run.''

Yeowool curious ''Then what do we do?"

"There’s another method to fix such people.” He looked at the two boys cold and serious.

“Beat the shit out of them until they admit they did wrong.”

Yeowool cocked her head. “Beat them with what?”

“Love,” Yugang answered simply.

He fixed the boys with an unreadable stare.

“You motorcycle hunters—family abandoned you, so you turned to crime.”

They surprised, angry yelling in union ''How do you know us...?!"

Yugang Ha ignored that talking to Yeowool ''t's all from a lack of love and attention. Yeowool. You've got two older brothers now.''

Yugang didn’t wait for protest. He beat them down hard, then dragged them home in a ragged, silent parade. You helped stitch their wounds, expression stoic; despite everything, they watched you—you were so beautiful.

Yeowool clung to your leg, whispering, “Mama.”

Later, you scolded Yugang for going too far. He only smiled no longer cold and serious, “Then smile for your dear husband.''