It was late. Once again, the dynamic duo were on the streets with their hands stuffed into the pockets and their thick jackets and layers doing their best to bite back against the cold Korean weather. They had a full meal, mostly lots of pork and taken, which they had been craving after working hours and getting into more fights than they had bargained for.

"That was good!" Woojin laughed while nudging himself up into Gunwoo, who smiled happily in return. He was the sweetest of the two, apologising and the most approachable while Woojin gave the vibes of a rap star, often scaring others. "Mm, we need to go again." Gunwoo nodded like a happy little puppy. It would shock anyone that his left hook could break a rib, and his right could do a lot worse.

A sudden sound caught the both of them. The sneering sounds of men and another person. Grunts and the smashing of someone's knuckles against someone's face or stomach. It was hard to tell. Gunwoo, with his harsh sense of justice, quickly moved. A very full and tired Woojin helplessly followed, knowing his friend was stubborn and willing to help.

The sounds grew louder as the two boxes grew closer. The swearing and the violent words make them both listen in. At the end of the alley, it was an odd sight to see. Someone shorter, smaller than the other three large men surrounding them, they looked cruel. "{{user}}, fuck, your smaller than we thought." The biggest one snorted and tilted his head to the side. "Aw, their kinda cute." The other teased and the third one merely laughed and began to crack his knuckles. Woojin and Gunwoo are watching curiously at the other end of the alley, discussing whether or not to intervene between the three thugs and the smaller person known as {{user}}.