Woo Bin froze just as he was about to let go.

Cops. Uh oh. Should I go for it anyway?

He looked up to see Yi Jung and Ji Hoo's horror-stricken faces.

No. I shouldn't.

He couldn't leave the other two to deal with the cops.

A movement by the trees caught his attention. He strained his eyes to see, but it was too dark to be sure.

Is someone out there?

The bushes by the house rustled and he could see a figure crouched behind it.

There you are. Were you watching us the whole time?

The shadow darted in and out of the darkness, too fast for Woo Bin to get a good look.

"Hey!" he called out, but the shadow was gone, and the trees and bushes were still once more.

That's odd. What did he...

His eyes widened when he scanned the ground.

Their makeshift rope was gone!

Their wallets. Their phone. Their pants. All gone.

"Hey! Give that back!" he shouted, but his words landed on thin air.

That thief! he fumed. When I get my hands on that thief, he'll be sorry!

He decided right then that he would let go. He'd go after the thief.

But Yi Jung and Ji Hoo's hold on him had tightened, and he found himself being pulled up against his will.

...

...

Ji Hoo almost let go of Woo Bin's hand. He squinted at the lights, his body buzzing with fear.

I'm going to jail, he thought. I can't believe I'm going to jail.

What would Grandfather say? Would he be angry? Upset? Disappointed?

Gasp! What would Jan Di say? Would she want to marry a criminal?

If he could have jumped out the window right at that moment, he would have done it. Not that it would have done him any good.

"I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR OR I'LL SHOOT!"

The voice was firm. Authoritative. Angry. Ji Hoo swallowed hard. He couldn't speak. All he could do was slowly shake his head. Yi Jung's eyes were wide with terror.

A gun. A gun was pointed right at them.

I'm going to get shot, too. Oh my gosh. Jan Di's going to be a widow before we get married.

Ji Hoo tried desperately to calm the wildly erratic drumming of his heart.

Don't panic. You're a calm person. Calm down. Calm down, Ji Hoo.

He took a deep breath in, looked at Woo Bin, (who seemed to be focused at something below him), then at the blinding light. "W-we can't," he choked out. His voice shook. "Look officer...we'd love to, but you see, our friend is out this window and if we put our hands up in the air he'll fall."

The light came closer. Ji Hoo's vision swam with dark shadows. Someone darted to the left side.

"Pull him in," the voice ordered.

Together, he and Yi Jung slowly pulled Woo Bin back inside. Woo Bin seemed heavier than normal. It was as if he was resisting them. No, that wouldn't make sense. Why wouldn't Woo Bin want to come in?

They barely had time to exhale when a figure grabbed each of them and before they knew it, they found themselves kneeling on the floor, hands handcuffed behind them. Ji Hoo bit his lip at the pain lancing through his leg, his eyes shedding tears of agony.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and WILL be used against you." Another voice, this one a little softer, recited.

When his vision was able to focus again, Ji Hoo saw that there were only two officers standing in front of them. One was tall, his clean-shaven head visible under the standard black cap he wore. He was burly and broad shouldered, and his face showed he meant business. His eyebrows were so thick and so close together he reminded Ji Hoo of Oscar the Grouch. He did look grouchy, though. This was not a guy they could joke around with.

The other officer was short, with a head full of hair under his black cap, and a crooked grin on his face. He looked amused at what he was seeing, like someone who couldn't decide whether to laugh or arrest them.

"You guys part of some gang?" the short officer asked, as he paced in front of them. He paused in front of Woo Bin. "What's the name of your gang?"

Woo Bin glared daggers at Yi Jung. "The when-are-we-ever-going-to-learn-our-lesson-and-not-listen-to-Yi-Jung Gang."

The officer scratched his chin, seeming to consider this. "That's a pretty long name for a gang. You guys may want to shorten it. Hmm. How about...The Yi Jung Gang?"

Woo Bin's shoulders slumped. Ji Hoo couldn't believe his ears.

"Hey, I like it," Yi Jung grinned. "It's got a certain... OW!"

Woo Bin had elbowed him right in the ribs. Yi Jung frowned and stuck his lower lip out.

Ji Hoo was sure he was dreaming. After all, things like this did NOT happen to them, did they? It must all be a dream. He was probably home in his warm, cozy bed resting comfortably. Any minute now he would wake up...

Officer Tall grabbed his chin and lifted his head so they were looking at each other eye to eye.

"You!" The officer barked. His breath smelled like he swallowed a gallon of Listerine. "You look out of it. What's the matter with you?"

Any minute now, I'll wake up. I'm sure of it, Ji Hoo repeated to himself.

Officer Tall poked him with the end of his black, steel-toed boot. "Are you purposely ignoring me?"

Ji Hoo weakly shook his head. Why wasn't he awake yet?

The officer leaned closer and sniffed. "Are you guys drunk?"

"We were but we're sobering up real fast now," Yi Jung said, trying to smile at the officers. "Tonight is actually his bachelor's party." Yi Jung pointed his lips at Ji Hoo.

Officer Tall crossed his arms in front of his chest. He did not smile back. "What kind of bachelor's party breaks into someone's private property?"

Ji Hoo glared accusingly at Yi Jung. "Apparently this one," he hissed.

"What's up with their uniforms?" Officer Short asked.

Officer Tall snorted. "These are the worst gang uniforms I've ever seen. Shirts and boxers, huh? You guys even glow in the dark." The officer leaned forward and lowered his voice. "You know you guys are supposed to blend in with the night, not stand out from it, right? I mean, if these walls were any thinner, we'd probably be able to see you right through it." He peered closely at each of their faces. "You're the best-looking group of thieves I've ever seen, though. Tsk. Tsk. What a waste. With faces like that you guys could have been anything, instead you had to choose a life of crime."

Ji Hoo wanted to bang his head against the wall, but it was too far from him. He was so tired. The cuffs were digging into his wrist. His leg was sending bolts of pain throughout his body.

He thought of Jan Di. What would she say? Would she think less of him now? Maybe even refuse to marry him?

"There's been a misunderstanding," he tried to explain. "We're not thieves. I'm actually a doctor at the hospital. We were just here to grab my friend's painting."

"Oh sure. And we're just here for tea and cookies." Officer Tall crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why were you trying to escape if you're not guilty?"

Ji Hoo sighed. Because we're idiots, he wanted to say. "We panicked."

What could he say to make the officers believe them? They needed proof.

Their wallets! Their identities!

"We have proof," Ji Hoo said, as he pointed out the window. "Our wallets and phones are in our pants. It's outside. On the grass."

Even as he said it, he knew it sounded ridiculous. But it was the truth. And the truth should set them free, shouldn't it?

Officer Short snickered. "Oh, that's where your pants are. What's it doing outside?"

"It fell," Ji Hoo said simply. He didn't want to elaborate.

"Um guys," Woo Bin began, slowly shaking his head. "Actually..."

"Yes! He's right," Yi Jung chimed in enthusiastically. "We're telling the truth. Look outside. You'll see. We're actually really rich! We're heirs. We don't need to steal." He puffed up his chest a little. "You guys might be a little embarrassed you didn't believe us when you find out who we are."

Officer Short looked out the window. He turned to face the boys, his face devoid of emotion. "You guys think you're funny, huh?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Hoo asked, confused.

"Someone stole them," Woo Bin answered. "I saw someone grab them and disappear."

Officer Tall clicked his tongue several times. "How convenient."

"It was really there," Yi Jung tried explaining but they had lost all credibility to the officers.

"That's it," Officer Tall said, hauling each of them up. "We're bringing you boys in."

"What? But we're not criminals!" the boys protested.

"Right. Should we list the crimes you committed?" Officer Tall took something out from his pocket. Ji Hoo saw it was a pen and a black notepad. "Breaking and entering," the officer listed. "Drunk and disorderly conduct," he raised an eyebrow at them.

"What drunk and disorderly conduct?" Woo Bin asked.

"You guys are disturbing the peace," the officer answered.

"Peace? There's no one around for miles!" Ji Hoo exclaimed.

"Arguing with an officer," the officer wrote. Ji Hoo did not know that was a crime.

Officer Tall's eyes went to the mahogany table, which was now missing one leg. "Destruction of property," he scribbled. "Expensive property," he intonated.

"That's not real mahogany," Yi Jung muttered to himself.

He looked at what the boys were wearing and raised an eyebrow. "Indecent exposure to the public," he muttered, his pen working feverishly to jot it down.

"Um," Yi Jung raised a finger to interrupt, but a glare from both Ji Hoo and Woo Bin silenced him right then.

"I don't think anything we say is going to help us right now," Woo Bin advised.

"I'd listen to him if I were you," Officer Short urged.

"Let's go."

…

A very long, uncomfortable, and embarrassing car ride later, the boys found themselves inside the police station. Passersby gawked at the three handsome young men wearing nothing but super bright shirts and boxers. Ji Hoo tried to save whatever dignity he had by trying to walk straight and not limp, and he was thankful there were only a few steps to get inside, but he knew he was going too slow. Someone prodded him behind.

"Hey, go easy on him," Woo Bin gritted his teeth. "His foot is broken."

As soon as they got inside, the boys were ushered to a gray, nondescript room, containing of only a desk and several chairs. There was no one else in the room.

"How are you doing?" Yi Jung asked, his eyes on Ji Hoo's foot. "I'm sorry," he said, seeming genuinely apologetic.

After a few minutes the door opened and Officer Tall plopped himself on the chair opposite them, looking grimmer than usual. He had taken off his hat and placed it on the brown table between them.

"Let's get to know each other, shall we?" Officer Tall leaned forward and clasped his hands together. He grinned at them, but it's the scary sort of grin that made Ji Hoo's skin crawl.

Officer Tall eyed Woo Bin first. "Name?"

"Song. Woo. Bin." Woo Bin enunciated each word. He stared at the officer's face to see if his name sparked recognition.

No such luck.

Officer Tall turned to Ji Hoo.

"Name?" The officer asked Ji Hoo.

Ji Hoo hung his head. "Yoon Ji Hoo," he said, quietly.

"Doctor Yoon Ji Hoo," Yi Jung added, but the officer neither seemed to notice nor care.

"Name?" The officer moved on to Yi Jung.

"So Yi Jung," Yi Jung replied. "You should look us up."

This time, the officer paused and looked at Yi Jung.

"Maybe I will," he said, his face dead serious.

Officer Tall stepped out of the room for what felt like hours. He came back with a smirk.

"Did you find out anything interesting?" Woo Bin raised an eyebrow.

Officer Tall leaned back and crossed his arms. "You boys think just because you're rich that you're above the law, don't you?"

"We're telling the truth," Ji Hoo tried again. "We weren't stealing anything. It's his painting."

"We'll see about that," was the officer's reply. "We're contacting the owner of the house to see if he knows you guys."

Great. Just great. Could this night get any worse? Ji Hoo thought glumly.

Officer Tall seemed to have noticed Ji Hoo's face. "Hey, you rich boys should know each other, right? "

That's what I'm afraid of, Ji Hoo thought.

"Some days I wish we didn't," Woo Bin said under his breath.

...

The door opened again and a young man around their age stepped in.

"Ah, there you are," Officer Tall said. "Take these boys for processing, will you?"

The young officer gave a small nod, and then ushered them out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Yi Jung asked, apprehension evident in his voice.

A small smile appeared on the officer's face. "Pictures." He gestured to a wall that had a camera pointed at it.

"It's just like in the movies," Yi Jung said, in awe.

"Except I wish we weren't in this one," Ji Hoo grumbled.

"This won't take long," the officer said. "My name is Officer Wu, by the way."

The three of them lined up to get their mug shots taken.

"Look on the bright side, Yi Jung. Instead of giving Ga Eul a painting, you get to give her your mug shot," Ji Hoo said, sarcastically.

"How is that the bright side?"

"You can always make another painting. But how many times is she going to get a mug shot of yours?" He was teasing Yi Jung and he knew it, but he didn't care.

"Your sense of humor is twisted, Ji Hoo," Yi Jung said, as he shook his head. "But you have a point."

Ji Hoo's eyes widened as he stared back at his friend. Is he serious right now?

Woo Bin's picture was taken first, then Ji Hoo's, and last, but not least, Yi Jung.

"Wait!" Yi Jung called out to Officer Wu. "Can I see that picture?"

Officer Wu looked puzzled but turned his camera for Yi Jung to see.

"Can you take another one?"

"Huh?"

"I'm going to give it to my girlfriend, and this one isn't a very good picture of me," Yi Jung said. "Can I have a retake?"

"You want to retake your mug shot?" Officer Wu asked, still unable to comprehend what he was hearing.

"Yes, and can you email that to me?" Yi Jung said. "I'd pay you, but that might be considered a bribe."

Woo Bin and Ji Hoo stared open-mouthed at Yi Jung.

"Hey, Ji Hoo's right. This would be a once-in-a-lifetime gift for Ga Eul," Yi Jung explained. "This may be better than the painting."

"How are we even friends?" Woo Bin finally found his voice.

"Just lucky, I guess," Yi Jung shrugged, as the officer got ready to take another picture of him.

When they were done, they were taken to a holding cell at the back of the police station. Officer Wu took out their cuffs, and Ji Hoo rubbed his wrists, relieved to be free. The three of them sat on the small cold metal bench side by side, wishing they had more clothes on. Ji Hoo could hear Yi Jung's teeth chattering.

"Don't we get a phone call?" Yi Jung said.

"You watch too many Hollywood movies," Woo Bin sighed. "We don't have a right to a phone call in Korea."

"Well sorry. I've never been in jail," Yi Jung said.

"Neither have I," Woo Bin said. "I just know these things. We can ask the officer to call someone for us, though." He cast a sweeping glance around. Not a soul in sight outside their cell. The officers must be in the adjacent room. "Unfortunately, no one's around right now."

Ji Hoo just stared at the ground.

"How's your foot?" Yi Jung asked him.

"My foot is doing way better than the rest of me," Ji Hoo answered. "Who are we going to call?"

"Someone who'll get us out of this mess," Woo Bin said.

All three of them sighed and leaned on the wall behind them. They tilted their heads back and closed their eyes as weariness took over.

"Just so you know, this is the worst bachelor's party I've ever been to," Woo Bin said out loud.

"Me too," Ji Hoo agreed.

"I can't even argue with you on that," Yi Jung's voice was faint as a whisper.

Ji Hoo wondered what the girls were doing that moment. They were probably fast asleep.

On that warm, comfy bed.

In his warm, cozy house.

"I miss Jan Di," Ji Hoo said, after a few minutes of silence.

"I miss Hye Jin," Woo Bin said.

Yi Jung sighed. "I miss my pants."

The other two opened their eyes to look at him.

"It's cold in here," Yi Jung explained, as he wrapped his arms around himself. "I miss Ga Eul but I know she's okay. Right now, I'd like my pants back." He scooted closer to Ji Hoo, who was sitting in the middle.

"What are you doing?" Ji Hoo asked.

"Trying to keep warm," Yi Jung explained. "And don't tell me you're not cold. I can hear your knees knocking."

"We should ask them for a blanket," Yi Jung suggested.

"Sure, while you're at it, ask them for room service too," Woo Bin snorted.

…

Ji Hoo woke up to the sound of a cell door opening.

Officer Tall and Officer Short stood in front of them, quietly observing them.

He nudged the other two awake.

"You guys are free to go." Officer Tall had a lopsided grin on his face. It was the first time Ji Hoo ever saw him attempt a smile.

"Here you go. These were turned in earlier," Officer Short handed them their clothes in neatly folded piles.

The boys inspected their clothes. Their wallets and phones were there. Even Ji Hoo's coat was there. Nothing was missing.

"But how -" Yi Jung began.

"The security guard at the house took your clothes so you wouldn't get away. The homeowner decided to drop the charges after seeing the surveillance video, though. He said that was enough punishment for you guys," Officer Short explained. "You really made his day. I've never heard anyone laugh that much."

"Gee, thanks. I think," Woo Bin said, unsure whether to feel delighted or insulted.

"And your father called to explain," Officer Short added, nodding at Yi Jung. "Just don't go breaking into houses again."

"We won't," the boys promised.

Officer Tall narrowed his eyes at them. "You boys stay out of trouble. I'll be keeping an eye on you."
And with that he left.

They quickly got dressed and headed out the door. Ji Hoo didn't bother putting his boot back on. He just wanted to get home. Woo Bin called his driver to pick them up.

"Wait!" a voice called out just as they were about to step outside.

Officer Wu ran up to them and handed Yi Jung a small envelope.

"Your picture," he said. "I saved it on to a stick."

Yi Jung's face broke into a smile. "Thanks! My girlfriend will be thrilled to see this."

"Thrilled isn't what I'd use," Woo Bin said, shaking his head.

"Hey, do you guys want yours, too? I'm sure we could ask them to -"

"NO!" Both Woo Bin and Ji Hoo replied. The last thing Ji Hoo wanted was proof that he was there.

A sleek black car pulled up in front of them. All three boys gave a huge sigh of relief as they stepped inside.

"Where to, young master?" The old man asked. He never asked them why he was picking them up from the police station.

"Home," Ji Hoo answered. "Just please take us home."

...

...

Jan Di was surprised to find Ji Hoo, Woo Bin, and Yi Jung sitting on the couch (with ice packs on top of their heads) when she woke up that morning.

"Wow, I didn't think you guys would actually pull an all-nighter," Jan Di said. "Did you have fun?"

The boys just groaned in response.

They must be really tired, Jan Di thought. She noticed their clothes were all wrinkled and dirty. Must have been some night.

Ga Eul came from the kitchen carrying a pot of coffee, which she poured out in individual mugs for the boys. She set it on the coffee table in front of them, but none of them moved. They seemed frozen in place.

She looked at Ga Eul questioningly, but only got a shoulder shrug in response.

Hye Jin appeared right then and pulled the girls aside.

"I think the boys had a really wild night," she whispered to the other two.

All three of them turned to look at the boys again. They were already passed out.

"What makes you say that?" Jan Di whispered back.

"Woo Bin called me earlier mumbling about them walking around half naked in Seoul."

Ga Eul gave an involuntary gasp and Jan Di's jaw dropped open.

Those three? Half-naked? Did she hear her correctly? Weren't they cold? What were they doing?

She had so many questions to ask Ji Hoo, but he looked absolutely exhausted. She knew whatever it was, there was a good explanation for it.

"Yi Jung messaged me early this morning, too," Ga Eul whispered. "He was all excited about having found an amazing birthday present for me. He said I would lose my mind!"

"Ooooh," Hye Jin's eyes lit up. "That sounds so romantic. Maybe he got you a car?"

"Or a trip around the world!" Jan Di gushed. Ga Eul was one lucky girl.

Ga Eul's lips twisted to the side. "I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but he kept insisting it was one-of-a-kind. Now I just want to wake him up and ask him!"

She glanced at Yi Jung, but he was somewhere in la-la land, snoring quietly on the couch.

"Pants," Yi Jung muttered in his sleep.

Ga Eul's eyes widened. "Did he just say 'pants'?" she whispered. "That better not be a code name for a girl he met tonight."

We should probably leave them alone to rest, Jan Di mouthed to Ga Eul and Hye Jin. We can ask them when they wake up. The girls nodded and quietly turned to go back to their room. All three of them shared the guest room for their sleepover.

Jan Di was about to close the door when she heard Ji Hoo's faint voice call out.

"Did you say something?" she asked.

Ji Hoo removed the ice pack on his head and forced a smile. He opened his eyes but could only manage it half way. Jan Di could see the bags under his eyes and the strain of the evening on his face. His always-impeccable hair was mussed up and she just noticed his boot was missing.

"Where's your boot?" She knelt in front of him and checked his foot. Thankfully, it wasn't swollen. She looked at the other two boys but they were still sound asleep.

Ji Hoo pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around him. She started stroking his head and saw the lines on his forehead disappear. She felt him relax as he seemed to melt into her arms. They held each other like that for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"Jan Di?" he managed to croak out.

"Yes?" Did he need anything? Was he in pain? Should she take him to the hospital?

"I changed my mind. What time does yoga start again?"

…

*Author's note:

I hope you liked this bonus story. Ha ha ha! This was so much fun to write. Bonus Stories always are, for me. I'm really, really sorry this took so long to update. Some big life changes happened to me these last few months so that took over most of my free time.

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