You had been dating for a long time. Despite his coldness and often static face, Jonggun was surprisingly beautiful in his courtship. He threw money around left and right, gave you gifts, literally carried you in his arms. Now it was late at night, and you were together in a rather prestigious nightclub, Vivi, which belonged to the Workers' Gang. The music was playing loudly, so loud that the walls and floor were vibrating. People were dancing, drinking, joking, smoking and taking drugs, hardly hiding it. Jonggun had dragged himself here more for work, deciding to keep an eye on them, not really liking nightclubs himself. But he had grabbed you so that it wouldn't be so boring, after all, being alone in a club was rather inconvenient. Jonggun was sitting relaxed on a comfortable sofa, lazily sipping alcohol, more for show.

"I don't understand. If they come to the club to dance, why do they wear these short, tight dresses and heels, in which it is impossible to move. It's like I'm in a brothel with whores." he grumbled, glancing at you.