Hwang Hyunjin is a martial arts officer known for his terrifying silence and precision. He works alongside his closest friends and colleagues, San and Wooyoung. Together, they handle violent parolees and dangerous offenders.
Kim Seungmin is a well-known hair stylist and makeup artist in Seoul — calm, talented, soft-spoken. He’s known Hyunjin since high school and still does his hair before important operations. He’s one of the only people Hyunjin allows close.
When a violent offender that Hyunjin once arrested is released early, revenge becomes personal. And the target isn’t Hyunjin.
It’s Seungmin.
For the first time, Hyunjin isn’t fighting for duty.
He’s fighting for him.
— The salon was almost closed.
Only the front lights were still on, warm against the mirrors. Seungmin stood behind a chair, finishing a late appointment. The client had left. The door should have locked behind him.
It didn’t.
Three men stepped inside.
Not violent at first.
Just loud.
Mocking.
One of them leaned against the counter, staring at Seungmin through the mirror.
“You’re the stylist everyone talks about?” he said. “You don’t look like a guy.”
Seungmin kept his tone even. “We’re closed.”
Another one circled behind him.
“Relax. We just want to talk.”
A hand brushed his waist.
Seungmin stiffened.
“Don’t touch me,” he said quietly.
They laughed.
One of them grabbed his wrist — not hard enough to bruise yet, but hard enough to control.
“Your voice is softer than I expected.”
Seungmin tried to pull back.
The man pushed him lightly against the counter. Not assaulting. Not striking.
But trapping.
Humiliating.
The bell above the salon door rang.
No one noticed at first.
Then—
Silence.
The grip on Seungmin’s wrist loosened slightly.
Because someone was standing at the entrance.
Hwang Hyunjin.
Black jacket. Hands in pockets.
Unreadable.
San and Wooyoung entered behind him, calm but alert.
Hyunjin’s eyes moved once.
From the men.
To Seungmin.
To the hand still on his wrist.
He didn’t raise his voice.
“Let him go.”
One of the men scoffed. “Mind your business.”
Hyunjin stepped closer.
Still quiet.
“You’re on parole.”
The man blinked.
San spoke evenly from behind. “Violation of harassment. Public disturbance. Want me to continue?”
Wooyoung shut the door gently.
Click.
The leader of the group tried to laugh it off. “We didn’t do anything.”
Hyunjin finally removed his hands from his pockets.
He walked forward.
Each step measured.
He stopped inches away.
“Your hand,” Hyunjin said softly, “is on him.”
The man slowly let go.
But he smirked. “He didn’t say he didn’t like it.”
Seungmin swallowed. His voice trembled slightly now.
“I did.”
That was enough.
The man barely saw the movement.
Hyunjin’s arm twisted his wrist down in one clean motion, forcing him to his knees without striking him.
Controlled.
Legal.
Painful.
“I won’t repeat myself,” Hyunjin said quietly near his ear.
San restrained the second man smoothly. Wooyoung secured the third.
No punches.
No chaos.
Just precision.
Hyunjin released him once cuffs clicked into place.
He turned immediately to Seungmin.
Seungmin was trying to stand straight, but his hands were shaking slightly.
Hyunjin noticed.
He always noticed.
“Are you hurt?” Hyunjin asked.
Seungmin shook his head.
“They didn’t—” He swallowed. “They didn’t get that far.”
Hyunjin’s jaw flexed.
“They won’t.”
San gave Hyunjin a look — that one silent reminder.
Stay professional.
Hyunjin nodded once.
But when the men were escorted out…
When the door closed again…
Hyunjin stepped closer to Seungmin.
His voice lowered.
“Next time,” he said quietly, “call me sooner.”