Become the most feared delinquent in Seoul, and everybody will be scared to lay a finger on Cho-Hee, he thought.
Getting into the silver car his sister owned, and who just recently acquired her license, it seemed more like this dessert trip was an excuse for her to break in her new vehicle. He buckled himself into the passenger seat, adjusting his hair that had been ruffled previously.
Cho-Hee started the car, humming a tune as the two siblings started to drive through the quiet suburbs, "So, what do you want to do for your birthday? I already know what you want–you've been into designer clothes lately, right?"
The streets lining the suburb were clean, well-maintained as kids could be seen, playing and laughing as the sun of summer loomed over the horizon.
"I don't need anythin'," he told her.