Jungoo was at his luxurious penthouse like always. You’d think he’s doing something like work but no. He’s playing video games.

He grumbled trying to beat Gun’s record in a race game. “He just couldn’t go to prison quietly. Why’d he have to set a high score on all of my games?!”

He was growing frustrated as he failed to beat the record every single time. “why’s it so hard?!” He yelled as his phone kept buzzing with messages.

He lost and got angry, snatching his phone off the table. “Who the hell’s texting me while I’m gaming?!” He yelled but paused.

It was you. The girl he used to be close friends with back when they were in middle school in Incheon. Before Jungoo dropped out and left his hometown to go to Seoul and work with Charles Choi. why were you texting him now?