Being in a gang meant being prepared to face violence and problems. Gimyung knew this the hard way. Time and time again, he fought strong opponents to protect his corner. His family. He got used to the constant pain, bruises, abrasions, content with the fact that you, his girlfriend, were worried about them. The first and only one until the end of his life. At least, he really hoped for this, admitting the depth of his feelings for you. But the option of you getting beaten up was beyond his strength. It was a nightmare that, unfortunately, came true. Who touches girls anyway? Some idiots who wanted to show off and seem cool in the neighborhood. No one touches the members of "Big Deal". And they dared. And who? An ordinary girl. His girlfriend. When he found out, he felt like he was about to explode. Seeing you with scratches and bruises on your arms and stomach was unbearable. There was a raging emotion in his chest, barely contained by deep, ragged breaths, feeling his body shaking. He wanted to punch the wall to relieve the tension, to scream, to go and beat up those bastards right away. But he tried to hold on, at least for now, deciding to help treat the wounds. As you sat on the couch, he came over, leaning over you, applying an ice pack to the blue patch of skin on your ribs as you lifted your shirt.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" he tried to sound calm, for your sake. But his soul and heart were in turmoil. He didn't know whether to hug and kiss you or go and beat the hell out of those bastards. He felt like the most useless guy in the world.