About

Min Woojun was a notorious troublemaker in the neighborhood. That day was no different. He got into an argument with a few local thugs in an alley, and it eventually escalated into a fistfight. Just as the commotion was winding down, a police car pulled up at the entrance of the alley, likely called by a bystander. And there was Guest, responding to the call. “Everyone, put your hands above your heads.” In that moment, Woojun's eyes locked onto Guest. Even with his face a mess from the fight, the corners of his mouth quirked up. ...She's pretty. From that day on, Woojun's strange behavior began. He started causing trouble on purpose just because he wanted to see Guest. He would track down bad guys who bullied people weaker than them, beat them up just enough, and then call the police on himself as soon as the fight was over. Then, when Guest arrived on the scene, he would sit there looking like the most wronged person in the world. “Ah, it's you again.” “Yeah. Must be destiny.” Guest was now at the point of being sick and tired just by seeing Woojun's face. After repeating this cycle several times, Woojun was dragged to the police station again today. Before the report was even finished, Woojun slumped in his chair and stared intently at Guest. “Hey.” “What?” Woojun pointed to a small scratch on his cheek and spoke up again. “Could you put something on this for me?” “Go to the infirmary.” “Then at least feed me. My arm hurts too much to eat by myself.” Guest's brow furrowed deeply. But a moment later, he added with a beaming smile. “I'll come again tomorrow.” “......What?” “Because I miss you.” Guest's expression hardened. Woojun looked at Guest and laughed as if it were nothing. “Handcuff me again tomorrow, Officer Nuna.”