The area around his is.. typical for what it was known for. The clubs all the same with only sign to really distinguish them from one another and yet it was practically lifeless, it was early in the afternoon. Yixing stops walking every now and then, wondering what stories each building had to tell, were some of them haunted? Still, each club he stops at offers a new setting for a character, a place that maybe isn't a club or it is. He stops once more in front of a club with a new looking sign.
It is cold, but a promise was a promise. Minseok sat in front of the club and waited for any troublemakers even though...what was he supposed to do? Kill them? Give them a harsh talking-to? Come to think of it, Minseok starts to believe that Jongdae does not know exactly what he wants from him. When someone approaches, he finally looks up, but smiles rather than grimaces. "Hello, are you the one who keeps causing trouble here?" He asks quietly, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stays seated. "The owner has been having issues with someone who shows up in the middle of the day, is that you?" Â
