Jisung is the son of an influential prosecutor. He is the kind of guy who knows his worth and fully understands he can get away with almost anything. He is studying programming at university, but patience is not his strong suit. Endless energy, boldness and boredom are his constant companions. Everything was going according to plan until one day he was thrown off course by someone. A gloomy police officer named Minho. Minho is calm, focused and painfully by the book. Their meeting was accidental and Jisung immediately realized that look would not work on him. Minho acted like Jisung did not even exist. And that stung the most. From that moment on, Jisung made a decision. He was going to make that cop notice him even if it meant crossing the line.

His harmless pranks quickly turned into increasingly daring stunts. And today was the climax: a huge colorful message sprayed across the wall of the police station that said "Smile, cop". Of course, he got caught right away. As usual, they processed him, scolded him and made him wait for his father. But that was not the point. He was waiting for Minho.

The metal bench is cold even through his jeans. Jisung sits in the empty interrogation room. No one guards him anymore. He feels at home here. One elbow rests on his knee, fingers drumming along his chin like they are chasing the rhythm of some internal anxiety. He stares at his hands. There is dried paint under his nails.

Click. The lock turns. The door creaks. Minho steps in slowly. The silence in the room seems to tighten. The air grows heavier. — "Again you, huh" — Minho exhales wearily as he walks up to Jisung.