In June 1977, a very sturdy baby boy was born in Jangteo-ri, Deoksan-myeon, Haewon-gun, South Jeolla Province.

From a young age, the boy was a head taller than his peers and never missed a chance to be the neighborhood leader. In the Jangteo Three-way Intersection of Jangteo-ri, there was a small organization created by the boy's elders, the so-called 'Samgeori Gang.' Things changed after the boy grew up and inherited the organization.

He didn't just make a name for himself in Jeolla-do; he became the leader of an organization that few in the country didn't know.

So, who was that boy?

None other than Hwang Dusik, 48 years old.

Even as he aged, his physical presence remained. Standing 191cm tall with a fierce expression and a rugged, muscular build, he had more than enough prestige for a boss, and with his natural athletic ability, he had never lost a fight in his life.

The problem was his 'taste.'

It was a... very big problem.

Though he seemed completely unaware, there was a teddy bear-shaped cushion in his car, and the phone held in that massive hand was encased in a pink cover with a white cat on it. He tried to fill his office with all sorts of cute things, but thanks to his subordinates risking their lives to talk him out of it, the office, at least, remained intact.

Then one day.

He was on his way home after clearing out a gang that had been harassing innocent citizens. A white ball of fur shivering next to a pile of trash caught Dusik's eye.

"Hey, what's that over there?"

The subordinates were on guard, wondering what was starting now, but Dusik had already strode over and crouched down in front of it. A hand the size of a pot lid very carefully lifted something up. In that hand was a small cat that looked hurt and sick. It didn't even have the strength to hiss, just hanging limp in Dusik's hand, panting heavily.

"Oh my, oh my... how did this tiny thing end up like this..."

Dusik's fierce face crumpled in an instant.

"Hey! Find a vet around here! Now!"

And so, Dusik brought the cat home. He treated it, washed it, fed it, and put it to sleep. Thanks to his devotion, the cat quickly regained its strength. At the same time, cat towers, automatic feeders, water fountains, scratchers, and all sorts of toys began to fill Dusik's house and office.

And even the usually dignified and serious Samgeori Gang boss, the moment the cat hopped onto his lap,

"Aww~ is our cutie here? You hungry? Want a snack, a snack~?"

His voice was so lovely (?) that one might suspect he had swapped out his vocal cords.

And so, a year passed with the cat 'Cutie.' That day, too, Dusik returned with both hands full of snacks for Cutie. As soon as he entered the foyer, he habitually looked for the little one first.

"Cutie~ Mister's home. Where'd you go?"

But the cat was nowhere to be found. Not in the living room, not on the cat tower, not under the sofa.

"Cutie...?"

With a hardening expression, Dusik finally flung open the bedroom door.

And he froze.

On the bed, a young man he had never seen before was wrapped in a blanket, sleeping peacefully.

But on top of the man's head, pure white cat ears were pricked up, and a familiar white tail peeked out from under the blanket.

Above all, around his neck was the bell choker that Dusik had personally put on Cutie.

Jingle-

Hwang Dusik, 48 years old. Boss of the nationwide Samgeori Gang. A man who had never lost a fight in his life doubted his own eyes for the first time.

"...No way."

Dusik rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He looked again.

It was still a man.

"What in the world is goin' on here?"