You asked me to show you something cool

The cold night air brushed against their faces as Po and Jin-Woo stepped out of the dungeon. The world outside felt sharp and alive after the oppressive darkness they had fought through.

But the night was far from quiet.

The smell of blood. The sounds of battle.

Jin-Woo's sharp senses immediately caught onto it—the clash of steel, the cries of Hunters, and the unmistakable aura of something... powerful.

His eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming:

Another boss. And it was close.

The scene ahead was chaotic. Civilians were being rushed away by soldiers, their faces lit by the flashes of camera phones as some onlookers stopped to snap photos.

Jin-Woo heard the clipped commands from a Hunter squad:

"Healers! Focus on the tank!" a Hunter shouted, their voice strained from exertion.

From behind the frontline, one of the healers snapped back—

"We are focusing on him! But he's taking too much damage!"

Another yelled, frustration thick in their voice—

"The Damage Dealer-group isn't doing enough! It's not even scratched!"

Jin-Woo's eyes swept over them—a mess. Uncoordinated, called in last minute, they were barely holding on.

Po stood beside him, observing the scene with an amused smile.

He nudged Jin-Woo's shoulder lightly. "You took Kaska. This one's mine."

Jin-Woo's brow arched. "That thing's a D-rank. It's weaker than what we just fought. You're really going for bragging rights?"

Po's grin turned playful. "Maybe."

Jin-Woo shrugged. "Fine. Show me something cool then."

Po raised his hand, casually shaping his fingers into a finger gun.

Jin-Woo almost laughed. "Seriously?"

But before he could finish the thought—

CRACK!

A sudden shift in the air.

Jin-Woo felt it—the pressure, a raw burst of force so quick and sharp that his enhanced senses barely caught the movement.

Po's finger flicked forward.

And from it—

A bullet of air—compressed, fast, and deadly—ripped through the night.

The boss monster, towering and armored, barely had time to turn its head—

Before it was obliterated.

Blue Claws, magical innerts, and armor disintegrated in an instant, the monstrous body reduced to a mist of red and shredded debris.

The battlefield... fell silent.

The Hunters froze, their jaws slack in disbelief.

One of them—staring at the empty spot where the boss had stood—finally managed to croak:

"What... the hell just happened?"

Another Hunter whispered, their voice shaky:

"Did... Did someone nuke it?"

The tank, still shield raised and panting heavily, muttered:

"No. It was... something else."

A healer dropped their staff, eyes wide:

"One hit… The boss... just one hit."

But Po and Jin-Woo didn't stay.

Po turned on his heel, casually walking away like nothing had happened.

Jin-Woo followed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well. That was... dramatic."

Po shot him a wink. "Hey, you said to show you something cool."

Jin-Woo shook his head with a chuckle. "Next time, warn me before you break the sound barrier."

The duo made their way through the night streets.

Jin-Woo glanced over. "You got anywhere to stay?"

Po rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "Not really. Guess I didn't think that far ahead."

Jin-Woo shrugged. "Then you're staying with me. I've got room. Plus, I kinda like having you around."

Po's grin softened. "Thanks, man. Guess we're roommates now."

A bond formed in battle.

A friendship forged in trust.

Skip to when they are Home:

Jin-ah opened the door, leaning on the frame with a playful smirk. "So… you and my brother, huh?"

Po chuckled, crossing his arms. "Nah, we're just bros. Partners in crime… and dungeon slaying." He winked.

Jin-ah, never one to back down from playful banter, raised an eyebrow. "Sure, sure. But you're bunking with me tonight." She grinned mischievously, clearly trying to get a rise out of her brother.

Jin-woo groaned from the side, "Jin-ah, really?"

But Po, ever the smooth operator, shot back, "Oh? Hope you're ready for a movie marathon—because I'm picking the flicks!"

The night melted into laughter, snacks, and a deep dive into a streaming binge. Animated comedies, martial arts classics (Po insisted), and a few cheesy rom-coms kept them entertained until the clock ticked past midnight.

Jin-ah was surprised—Po was effortlessly cool and easy to talk to. Between bites of popcorn, they swapped stories—Po, with his over-the-top adventures and Jin-ah, sharing the highs and lows of school life. She even confessed how worried she was about Jin-woo and his dangerous new path.

Po, with his usual warmth, reassured her, "Your brother's stronger than he thinks. And he's got me watching his back."

Her heart softened at the sincerity in his voice. "I can tell. You're a good guy, Po."

As the night faded, the only sound was the soft hum of the TV and their steady breathing—Jin-ah curled up on the couch and Po slouched beside her, a blanket draped over both.

The next morning, Jin-woo found them still there—surrounded by empty snack bags, the remote on the floor, and his sister using Po's arm as a pillow.

He sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "Looks like you've got another fan, Po."

To Be Continued...