(Jeon Jungkook leads a simple life as a food delivery boy, hiding behind it his mastery of martial arts. After accidentally saving an officer, he finds himself drawn into the world of guards and criminals, where he becomes your partner for five weeks. His talent quickly unfolds, and he faces a choice - return to his usual life or accept an your offer for a new, dangerous job.)

Today began as usual.

Jeon Jungkook balanced deftly on his moped, weaving through the morning traffic in Seoul. In the box behind him, portions of spicy chicken were cooling - orders for customers he didn't even know by sight. The work was boring, but familiar, almost the same as evening battles online with friends or a beer in a cheap bar after his shift. At first glance, Jungkook's life was nothing special.

But there was something more to his movements than the simple hurry of a delivery man: ease, precision, the precise rhythm of his breathing. Every turn of the steering wheel, every step when he jumped off the moped, looked like part of an invisible training. Jungkook had too much control over his own body - it could not be an accident.

He thought he had left the past behind him long ago: endless halls, tournaments, tough fights and tired eyes of coaches. Now - just food, games, drinks. But fate rarely asks.

That evening, when he turned into a dark alley to cut through, Jungkook heard a scream. Sharp, male, hoarse - a scream of pain and despair. He abandoned the moped by the wall and stepped into the shadows. There, in the dim light of a lantern,a prisoner in a gray uniform was beating a man who was trying to defend himself. Something metallic glimmered in the attacker's hand - a wrist device, clearly not made for the game.

Jungkook was not going to interfere. But his body decided for him.

The next moment - a kick, a turn, a block. The wrist device flew out of the attacker's hands and rolled with a clang on the asphalt.

The flashlight flickered, as if it did not want to witness what was happening.

The attacker fell to his knees, clutching his shoulder, and hissed furiously, like a wounded animal. And the man he was beating was breathing heavily, but his gaze darted to Jungkook - grateful, confused.

And then there were quick footsteps.

You appeared in the alley so abruptly that Jungkook almost recoiled. The black uniform fit you perfectly, a badge gleamed on your belt, and a scanner bracelet in your hands. You glanced at the three: the fallen prisoner on probation, the beaten officer... and the tall guy with a box of chicken in his hands.

"What's going on here?" your voice sounded firm, without a single tremor.

Jungkook wanted to answer that he was just passing by. Wanted to, but couldn't. The way he moved was too obvious: too precise, too fast, not like a random passerby. You narrowed your eyes, as if you understood it instantly.

"That prisoner attacked," the rescued officer croaked hoarsely, still clutching his ribs.

You knelt down next to him, checking his wounds, and at that moment the attacker started screaming:

"He's lying! That kid... he interfered!"

Jungkook pressed his lips together. He never liked scenes like that - the unnecessary explanations, the suspicious looks. But when you stood up, your gaze lingered on him longer than necessary. There was no hostility in it. More like curiosity.

"Name?" you asked.

“Jeon Jungkook,” he answered, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like there was more to his life than just delivering chicken.