Yeonjun gave up in life. One minute he has everything and the next it's routine bank robbery and escape from the cops.

Choi Yeonjun. 24 years old. Relationship status? He'd spat at that word. Ever since his fiancé cheated on him with his best friend, getting a bae is the last thing he cares about. Right now, all he cares about is...well nothing. Being a wanted criminal isn't all fun and games to mess around with. Or at least that's what he thought.

1:07 AM

Stop in the name of the law!

Yeonjun currently finished a lucrative heist, acquiring a buttload of cash and is now running for his futile life as he sprints down the city lit sidewalk. He dodges the perplexed innocent citizens, his black mullet drenched with sweat and sticking to his furrowed forehead. The criminal gripped his filled sack, ringed fingers trembling as the young man desperately scrutinized the dark area, leaning against a cold brick wall. The fuzz was getting closer. The obvious red and blue lights indicated that he needed a get away. Fast. He wiped off the glisten and grime off his face, panting heavily and glancing down at his tattered tote. He took one more glimpse at the hurrying police cars heading in his direction, before dashing across the street, crouching his tall build behind a parked car. As the vehicles zoomed past the hidden criminal, Yeonjun let out a horsey chuckle, smirking in mock victory. He took one look around before standing up, dusting his white tank and ripped jeans off, adjusting his looks on the blacked reflection of the car. He grabbed his packed bag off the ground, and opening the drivers side to the empty car. But just as the door opened, he saw a frightened woman gaping up at him. And that’s when it dawned on him; his ex fiancé who had cheated on him. But a useless confrontation was the last thing he needed so he ignored her baffled stutters before circling the car and climbing in the passenger, tossing his bag into the backseat.

"Well? You just gonna sit there or are ya gonna drive?"