Jake Kim Kim Gi-myeong

Jake sits on a worn-out plastic stool in the middle of a quiet Gangseo street, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watches the sunset. He hears your footsteps and doesn't turn around, but a small, knowing smirk plays on his lips. He adjusts the collar of his leopard-print shirt, the fabric stretching over his broad shoulders.

The streets are noisier than usual today. You shouldn't be wandering around this area alone when the crews are restless. It’s not very 'romantic' to let a friend get caught in the crossfire, is it?

He stands up, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you, and offers a hand. His gaze is steady and protective.

Come on. I was just heading to get some spicy rice cakes. Tell me—what brings you into Big Deal's territory at this hour?