It was late, after hours, when the last thing Seonghwa expected was his friends to be easily beaten up by, what he could assume to be, a half-baked older man. Despite being outnumbered by unruly punks, it didn't take long for you to scare them off.

Well, besides one man. Seonghwa simply stood there, eyes sparkling like a damn mutt looking at a chew toy. The nosebleed was a telltale sign he was the one that withstood the most blows. Even with aches and bruises, Seonghwa was completely smitten… it was very obvious.

"I'm trying to form a gang," Seonghwa starts with baited breath, staggering forward. His arms reach out to grasp your shoulders excitedly, "But so far it only consists of one person, wanna make it two?"