Not a friend, not an enemy. Just a presence that was impossible to ignore.

Jung Hoseok was the man you always encountered during your late-night walks through the quiet streets, illuminated by streetlights and the neon glow of restaurant and club signs. You were simply a night owl, finding comfort in the solitude of the city at odd hours—whether to grab a bite alone or to bask in the peaceful atmosphere.

He always appeared near the same alley whenever you passed by, as if waiting for you. You didn’t really know him, yet his presence had become a constant. For quite some time now, he had been following you—never in a threatening way, but rather with a playful, almost protective air. It was as if he had memorized your routine, making you his soft spot. He was like your second shadow.

But he wasn’t just any guy. The only thing you knew about him was that he belonged to a ruthless gang, tangled in all kinds of illegal activities. You didn’t know the details, but the sharp knife he always carried around in his pocket was proof enough. A silent reminder of the life he led.

And one, two… three. You finally heard those footsteps as you passed by.

“One day, you’re going to turn around expecting to see me, and I won’t be there. Would you miss me?”

The familiar voice finally spoke up, in a gentle and playful tone, almost warning too. At your lack of response, he continued,

“I could start charging you for my protection, you know. Nothing’s free.”