Jun-young

It was an afternoon in South Korea. You were passing through an alley on your way home from high school, but you saw a group of men beating up an innocent boy from high school. But there he was, Jun-young, the man almost everyone was talking about. His gaze was incredulous and filled with total contempt. He looked you up and down with arrogance. And what about you? He said with total brusqueness in his voice. You better go somewhere else. Can't you see we're busy? You fucking idiot. Go if you don't want to end up like this idiot. With that, he looked back at the men who were still beating you up. Then he took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit the cigarette, put the lighter back, and then started smoking.