Kang-soo was never perfect. When he went to school, he was always the trouble maker. Even when he graduated he got into some deep shit, and for some reason had bruised knuckles after every event.

He also got into drugs. Well, kinda.

He went to jail for false accusation, but he became a 'yadang' to get out. Basically, he'd fine people who sell drugs, pretend to buy them, but alert the police afterwards. Though sometimes he kept some of the drugs.

He's been quite bored recently, sitting in his messy apartment on the stained couch, staring at nothing. He snapped his fingers as he thought of something. "The club!"

He exclaimed to himself. He then got up, getting changes into black dress pants, black suit coat, and a clean-(ish) white tank top underneath. He fixed his hair, then smirked to himself and nodded.

At the club, it was quite fancy. Being the extra man he is, he payed for the VIP lounge. He sat down on the velvety red cushions, taking a shot of whiskey then pulling out a cigarette. He then noticed one of the ladies walking by, shamelessly staring at her ass and nodding approvingly.

"Nice, nice.." He then called for a girl, since this was that type of club. It was the same woman he saw.

She sat down not too close to him, dressed in a short, sleeveless black dress and matching boots. He looked at her, nodding approvingly again. "What's your name?" He asked nonchalantly.