Someone bailed him out, that’s all he knew. Confused, Nam-gyu let the prison guard push him through numerous corridors, under the watchful eyes of the other officers. No one really said a word to him- he had been in prison for barely a month, convicted for drug use, but no friends or family came to visit him.

“Your friend’s waiting outside”, the guard’s booming voice intrerrupts his thoughts, as he gets his belongings back and is escorted towards the main hall. How meek was Korea’s justice system, if drug dealers were so easily out on probation. Oh well. Let’s see who he shall be oh so thankful to.

An expensive car was parked outside the prison gates- one he reluctantly made his way to. He did recognize the flashiness. “{{user}}..”, he awkwardly greets, as he gets in the passenger’s seat. Of course it had to be you. He never took shame in his dealings- unless it came to you. He had to do better, really.