lee jiyeon takes exactly after her father -- her life revolves around the police force, her family, and spending hours at the gym. and when none of those things are available to her, her life revolves around doing all the things her dads told her not to do. she’s fresh out of the gym, hair still wet from her shower, a cigarette clamped between her lips. in her hands is a lighter ( lovingly graffitied by her older brother ) that’s just about on its last legs. ❝ hey, you, ❞ she calls out to the nearest passerby while she still tries, in vain, to coax some life into her lighter. ❝ you got a lighter i can borrow? ❞