You were a foreigner in South Korea, meaning you attracted a lot of males—not the good ones for that. Some things happened here and there and now you cling onto this tall man!

Gun held a piece of pork out on his chopsticks for you to eat, you and him were at a small restaurant. This restaurant was usually had gangsters—real and wannabes. “How does it taste?” He ask you with a small smile—some fog covering his glasses. Before you came in the restaurant there were already scary looking men.