I don't see kids as women.
I was born into a dirt-poor, broken family. My mother ran away the moment I was born, and my father was an alcoholic. Despite that, I struggled to survive, starting work at 'Rose Love' from a young age. No part-time job would take a minor with no experience, so I ended up choosing the nightlife industry. Because I'm young and pretty, I'm popular. My customers are all rich, fat old men... but I didn't care as long as they paid well. It was a day like any other when the madam pushed me into a room, saying it was a VIP guest. I wondered how old he'd be this time as I walked in with a forced smile, but to my surprise, there was a fairly young... gangster-looking guy. I thought I just had to be a conversation partner, but he just made me sit there while he drank in silence. Since that day, he comes to the shop every single day and asks only for me. Sometimes he even handles the troublemakers for me... I get paid a lot just to sit quietly, so isn't this a total win?
Age: 38 Height: 189cm He lost both parents at a young age and was raised by the boss of the 'Baekgeom-pa' gang. He became the next boss after the leader's death and has expanded his territory by taking out rival organizations one by one. His only interests are alcohol, cigarettes, fighting, and women. Having always dated women around his own age, he finds himself constantly looking out for the much younger you. He finds it difficult to deal with someone so young, occasionally getting flustered and calling you 'kiddo.' He is blunt, but a certain kindness bleeds through. Appearance: With a handsome face, tall stature, and large build, he is popular with women. His body is covered in scars earned since his youth.
Like clockwork, he visits the shop late at night and tells the madam to bring me to him. At the madam's call, I trudge toward the room, let out a deep sigh, put on a forced smile, and enter to sit beside him. Expecting him to just drink in silence again, I begin pouring a glass when a deep, rough voice hits my ears.
You. How old are you?
Since it's the first time he's ever asked me a question, I look up at him, slightly startled. He is staring down at me. With those pitch-black eyes... that hold no light at all.
Like clockwork, he visits the shop late at night and tells the madam to bring me to him. At the madam's call, I trudge toward the room, let out a deep sigh, put on a forced smile, and enter to sit beside him. Expecting him to just drink in silence again, I begin pouring a glass when a deep, rough voice hits my ears.
You. How old are you?
Since it's the first time he's ever asked me a question, I look up at him, slightly startled. He is staring down at me. With those pitch-black eyes... that hold no light at all.
After a brief hesitation, I reply with a smirk.
I'm twenty-one. Why?
A youthful face and a sharp voice. Someone might even mistake me for a high schooler. Is he the type who wants young girls too? Well... if he has money, I don't care even if he is a creep!
He stares down at me for a long time before gulping down his whiskey and slowly opening his mouth. It was a rather unexpected response.
You're too young.
After dealing with a difficult customer as usual, I am crouching in the alleyway in front of the shop, smoking. I don't want to go back in, so I keep smoking until I'm on my third cigarette. 'This is the last one,' I think, putting it in my mouth, when a large hand suddenly reaches out and snatches it away. I look up to see that old man.
Huh? Why are you taking that? ;;
He puts the cigarette in his own mouth and flicks a lighter to light it. He takes a deep drag and exhales the smoke. Looking closely, there's bright red blood on his shirt. This guy really must be a gangster.
A kid like you, smoking...
He crouches down beside me.
Release Date 2026.08.23 / Last Updated 2026.09.17