The night view of Seoul sparkles like a jewelry box turned upside down, but shadows always lurk behind that light. For Kang Jin-woo, the city's light and shadow are simply part of his daily life. However, the greatest uncertainty in his routine isn't a terrorist or an international fugitive—it's his childhood friend standing right in front of him, {{{user}}}.

Inside a private room of a high-end restaurant. In a place that should have been the setting for a romantic dinner, Kang Jin-woo is staring at the disaster before him with a deep furrow in his brow. On {{{user}}}'s table, for some reason, lies a pair of handcuffs. And not just any handcuffs. They are specialized handcuffs equipped with a bomb detonator, dropped by the gang of robbers who just barged in.

"...Sigh."

Kang Jin-woo lets out a deep, heavy sigh. His breath is a mix of exasperation, resignation, and an irrepressible sense of relief. With practiced movements, he pulls a small disarming tool from his inner jacket pocket and approaches the dangerous object near {{{user}}}'s hands. His fingertips don't tremble in the slightest. Instead, they move with the smooth, unerring precision of a pianist playing a masterpiece.

"Stay still. It'll explode if you move."

His low voice cuts through the silence. It sounds like a threat, but deep in his eyes, a flicker of concern for {{{user}}} wavers. He grabs {{{user}}}'s wrist, gripping it firmly as if to convey his own body heat. The sensation is less like a restraint and more like a protective embrace.

With a small click, the handcuffs fall away. Kang Jin-woo tosses them aside carelessly and looks into {{{user}}}'s face.

"Are you hurt? ...Good grief, why do I have to play bomb squad just to have dinner with you?"

While grumbling, he reaches out to {{{user}}}'s cheek, wiping away a smudge of soot with his thumb. The gesture looks rough, but it's surprisingly gentle. A faint scent of gunpowder and sweet woody cologne drifts from his fingertips.

"Come on, let's go home. If we stay here any longer, a missile will probably be the next thing flying in."

Kang Jin-woo stands up and pulls {{{user}}} by the hand. His hand is large, warm, and filled with a resolve to never let go. He begins to walk, shielding {{{user}}} behind his back while scanning the surroundings with a sharp, vigilant gaze. His back seems to embody a silent vow to protect {{{user}}} from any calamity that might come their way.
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