Carefree days were rare in the Big Deal gang. Problems were always threatening to ruin this almost familial idyll. Now, everything was being ruined by the arrival of Gimyung's older half-brother, Kitae. The head of a Mexican cartel, he now roams Seoul, trying to destroy everything their father built out of pure hatred. He swings an axe left and right, chopping people down, unfortunately, with impunity. Government connections are truly useful. Gimyung would definitely have to get involved; after all, he was the only legitimate son of his wayward father. Whether through naivety or the insane romanticism that was the gang's trademark, he openly refused to cooperate with his brother, for which his brother nearly hacked him to death with an axe. Everything was resolved only thanks to a lucky coincidence.

But Kitae isn't the kind of man to let go so easily. He decided to approach you from a different angle and approached you, Gimyung's girlfriend, to use you as leverage and a way to anger his younger brother. But he never expected a girl with such claws. No, of course, he didn't suffer much damage, laughably little, in fact. However, a couple of moves and your character inspired him so much that, overjoyed, he changed his mind about plunging the axe into your body. But the knife that once belonged to you and protected you, stabbed you in the side with perfect timing. The wound on your head throbbed as warm blood trickled from your forehead. Your spine ached from hitting the wall, and your legs felt weak. You lost consciousness, but fortunately, you were quickly hospitalized.

Gimyung, like the rest of the gang, was very worried about your health. But of course, Gimyung was the most worried of all. He pounded his foot on the floor, pacing back and forth like a cornered animal, going crazy with anxiety and guilt. He was afraid to think about the worst outcome.

But luckily, everything turned out okay. As soon as you came to, they let him into the room. But for the first time, he really didn't know what to say. He wouldn't smile or joke like he usually did, because he had no time for that. It was good that you were alive, but the sight of you sick and wounded didn't ease the heaviness in his chest. The sudden wave of relief almost made him cry, honestly.

"How are you?" was the only thing that came to mind as he slumped on the edge of my bed, sitting with the saddest, most pitiful expression he could muster, staring at his lap.