fallen angel

kim seokjin; salvatore changes his mask like a chameleon changes its color; who knows what lies inside ?? →pimp →racketeer

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have a very casual ooc post! regardless of mi’s status, this day would have come anyway. i’m going to be on a bit of a hiatus for the next few weeks because i’m moving like, across a continent. so things are going to be very up in the air for a while so posting probably won’t be happening for a week or two. however i still should be around for messaging/plotting. the same goes for @mixhyoyeon . thanks for bearing with me guys, i’ll see you soon!

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jihyoxmi:

“Try taking a guess, no prize even if you get it right though,” she spares him a brief glance as they head towards the van. She has yet to trust the lad to the point of revealing everything to him, as much as she’d like to respond to him with a ‘I’m my own boss’. And though he denies it, she doesn’t believe he’s just an innocent citizen who is not involved in some kind of shady business.

Just how much does one have to undergo in order to stay so calm in a situation they were in just minutes ago. Doesn’t one usually faint or freak out if they haven’t been through such stuff? She could still remember how much her hands trembled and how hard she breathed the first time she had her first kill. Not exactly the most pleasant experience.

“No point checking.” Because this is not the first time she’s doing business with that man and he ought to know better than to try scamming her. But whether or not the actual hiring party does tries to scam and pay less is none of her concern. “Even if they do, one bullet ends it all,” she flatly adds.

Reaching the front of the vehicle, she proceeds to rip off the thin sheet of number plate only to reveal a different one beneath it, and then doing the same with the other one before throwing them into the back of the van, along with the cap and mask she had removed. She looks back at him and raises her brows.

“You can keep the cap and mask for memento,” she jokes. Not that she would if she was him. “So where do I drop you off? Or would you like to join me for late night supper?” If he isn’t afraid of her she wouldn’t mind having company for supper. She’s starting to get hungry after all the work, and food she’s craving for would definitely leave Jongkook frowning after her. Might as well settle it outside before heading home. 

Jin silently trudges back to the van, taking a few slow inhales and exhales. Of course he’s seen darker sides of the city than this, but usually his job leaves him pretending on the shiny surfaces of things. It’s been a while since he’s been in a scenario like this, although at the end of the day money is money. “A bullet is all well and good but a bullet through his head isn’t going to get you what you owe.” 

No matter what the stakes are, there will always be cheapskates. Collecting protection rackets from businesses, you pick up very quickly who will try to worm out of payments and who genuinely don’t want any trouble. Seokjin plays the “good cop” so to speak, and he plays it very well; he charms the aunties and he flirts with the young women and talks about sports and cars with the men. Usually they’ll be more willing to interact with him if they feel like he won’t pull a gun on him if necessary. There are those who try and take advantage of that kindness, of course, but all Seokjin needs do is call a number on speed dial and they will regret their actions very quickly. Still, no matter how much he smiles or acts pleasant, he never trusts anybody and he never rests until he has the correct amount, counted and in his hand. 

He forces his frown off his face and finds himself smiling. “The cap suits me, right?” He sends an exaggerated wink her way before posing with his hands under his chin. “I think it’s charming. The mask, though...ah, what a pity! It covers too much of my pretty face!” He peels it off with a dramatic flourish, a heavy sigh for effect. “And ah, supper? I’m never one to say no to food, even if it is being offered to me by a woman who pulled a gun on me an hour ago. I’m a simple man with a simple heart!” Maybe it is foolish, but if he was going to die he’d already be dead. Something about this woman intrigues Jin, and besides, he hasn’t eaten since before his pimp shift started. He’s hungry. “So, noona, what will we eat?”

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She won’t lie that she was a little disappointed at first to the lack of reaction that she was given, that he held his ground against her. She won’t lie that the fear in people’s eyes were a fuel to her, something that only made her more determined, but this…this would do. He was trying to  counteract her threats, to level her back out. But she viewed this as a game now—and she was determined to fight her way to the end of this.

 “I never said I was good, now did I? I didn’t get my reputation being the sweetheart of the organization.” Her smirk grows a little more at the name he brings up. A name she knew very well, and if he was comparing her to this man…then she might as well use him if she could. “He’s not dead yet. Still alive and well. He would be the first to know about you. After all, I’m sure he would be the most delighted to know you’re alive.” The part of Kwon being alive is certainly true…whether or not he would have concern to the situation was something she hadn’t necessarily pinned down, but, given the reputation to the Lotus name, she felt like it couldn’t be too far off. 

“Might not be an immediate catch up, since that would be too predictable, but definitely so.” There’s a small shrug of her shoulder, the smirk falling off her face as if she’s dwindling down — but that’s the exact opposite. She doesn’t intend to quietly step away, she didn’t necessarily  really want to put harm to him physically…but if she could leave a mark, that would be good enough. “It’s a little naive of you to think this would be a dead end for me. It would be naive of me to think I’m invincible, of course…but I don’t intend to let my research die here.” she casually crosses her arms, pausing for a moment before she continues to speak. “I wasn’t assuming you worked alone. I’m not that bloodthirsty to just go and assume you’re a weak, accessible target, I know better than that…but you should know better than to ever underestimate your old friends.” 

“I never believed you to be anyone’s sweetheart,” he says, “only I’m confused as to why you wouldn’t expect me to think low of you.” Of course, Jin doesn’t have the same amount of loathing for Eris that comes for some of the other Black Lotus members. He knows that she is a killer and that she has put in a lot of work to protect the organisation he hates so much, and that is enough reason for him to keep away from her. But she never exhibited the same cruelty that others did in Lotus, at least not to him. Sure, Kwon and his underlings were awful, but many others were cruel simply on the basis that he ranked under them, and Eris was never that level of petty. She never caused him any harm. Except right now, he feels anxiety rip through his body. She’s going to turn him into Kwon and his cronies and if he ends up back in their hands—well. He doesn’t think he’d be lucky enough to be killed. Not immediately, at the very least. 

It’s the stuff of nightmares threatening to become reality, but he has no guarantee that even if he gives her what she wants she wont through him to the dogs. He can’t help the way his eyes flicker around the room, seeking out the familiar face.  “A surprise visit? Very well. A lot can happen in a little time. Maybe I would like to catch up with them too.” Only if it means putting a bullet through Kwon’s forehead. Now that is a meeting he would enjoy. “Of course I wouldn’t expect you to give up here. But I do believe this task could be made a lot more difficult for you.” He shrugs, pulling out his phone, tapping the screen with a manicured fingernail. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if your target was tipped off that a certain organisation wanted his head? His security detail is already impressive, and if he increased it further...I’d imagine you would have quite a difficult time.” 

The name is in his contacts. Seokjin loathes the man, but right now he’s clutching at straws, desperately needing something to create a barrier between himself and Black Lotus. “Alternatively, you could walk away now. I wouldn’t have any old catch-up, and you won’t have any unforeseen tip-offs. It might be the better option.” Seokjin doesn’t beg for anyone (not anymore) but this is as close as he gets. “I’ve never underestimated you,” he adds quietly, “that doesn’t mean you aren’t overestimating yourself.” 

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What was the last lie you told?

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"the last lie i told? now, that is a hard one." jin tilts his head. it's not a complete exaggeration. "you must understand that there are two things i do for a living. i lie, and i threaten.” sometimes the lies come during the day, when he’s collecting protection rackets. he lies about what will or wont happen if they do or do not comply, he lies about what the money goes to, he does whatever it takes to secure the money. however, during the night his lies are far more effective. he butters up unassuming men and women that hold power or secrets, tempt them with his lies and promises them pleasure, introduces them to one of his employees. most of the time, the only pleasure they get is spilling their secrets and having their money scammed. 

“as a result, much of my day is filled with small, inconsequential lies. it’s hard to keep track of them. i couldn’t pinpoint just one. however, if you want to know the last significant lie i told...i told eris that i wanted nothing to do with black lotus. that’s a lie.” he smiles here. it’s genuine. “i want to watch black lotus fall and burn. better yet, i want to be the reason they do. i don;t think that counts as having nothing to do with them, do you?”

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Eris allows him the chance to finish speaking before she says anything, her expression remaining neutral, indifferent even. Her hand with the card drops, as if she’s going to withdraw with defeat at the attempt to pull information out of him — but no, she’s not finished here.

The stance of a diplomat was swept off the moment she realized he wasn’t going to buy it, and if he so wished, she’d let him believe at least for a second that he had won this little discussion. But really…she didn’t plan on allowing ‘no’ to be the final answer. She wasn’t going to give it up that easily.

“I don’t want you to have anything to do with the organization, either. But I do want you to know something…” there’s the hint of a quiet smile on her lips, as if she means no harm with her words, but her eyes say otherwise. “What’s really too bad is how easy it was for me to find you, Jin. And I wasn’t even looking for you in particular, but I do know for certain there’s some old faces that would just love to know that you’re alive and thriving.”

She had gone into this situation without expecting to threaten him, or at least having to resort to that, and beforehand she might have even thought it to be a little cruel; someone she used to know so well, perhaps cared a little for even — but she hadn’t earned her place with being nice and playing a mediator. No, she had gotten there by doing whatever she felt necessary to finish her work.

“Now I personally don’t want to touch a hair on your pretty little head. Not when the only thing I’m looking for right now is Jang Wooshin, and I would really like to keep my focus on him. I could forget about you then — I would be happy to, honestly, but…if I don’t have anything to come back with after this, I gotta give ‘em something they might like.” 

There’s a moment where Jin has a flicker of hope. Maybe this is it. Maybe Eris will honor whatever form of friendship they had by leaving him alone to live his life. Maybe this is the last he’ll see of her. It doesn’t last very long, because while Jin hasn’t spoken to Eris in years, he knows that she’s not that type of person. And he wonders what way should his threat fall? Will she pull out a weapon in public? Maybe she has a car outside. Turns out, it’s far worse. 

Sure, physical pain hurts a lot, but it’s relatively easy to deal with, but Eris goes for the weak spot Seokjin pretends he doesn’t have. 

It’s only through practice at schooling his emotions that he’s able to keep his face neutral, the only indication of otherwise being his hands clenched into fists. In reality, an ice cold fear is flooding him, the old fear of the monsters he never truly escaped. Eris was never like them but she’s on their side, and any notion that she was somehow better than them is thrown out. She won’t hesitate to throw him into the dog pit. 

So he laughs. “You just chided me for thinking you would step on those in the lower ranks,” he says, “but all it took was one refusal for you to show that you’re far worse. You’re right up there with Kwon-ssi.” It’s been years since Seokjin has directly referred to him, and he feels a little sick. “I can assume he’s one of these old faces? I never heard about him dying.” 

He taps his fingers on his thigh, needing something to distract himself. “Something they might like...which, in this case, would be me. And then what? They get to...catch up.” He doesn’t even want to imagine what that would entail. “You still remain on the outside with Jang Wooshin, and you probably end up with a bullet in your body because you don’t know who you’re dealing with. Where does that leave you?” Tap, tap, tap. “Besides, you shouldn’t make the mistake of assuming I work alone now. If something happens to me, there will be consequences.” 

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“The only thing I’m really disappointed about is that you would think I would be so quick to step on those in the lower ranks. But then again.. I really shouldn’t be. You have every right to think that and worse of me.” She could play the card of someone diplomatic; even if his response did rub her the wrong way, she knew it wasn’t worth losing her temper over. And it wasn’t worth jeopardizing her motives. 

This was not a companion she had trusted anymore—one she had been half convinced was as good as dead before now. But she had never fully believed that to begin with.

And if she had wanted his head, she wouldn’t have given him the warning, nor would she have approached him so quickly and easily. It was true, that she had no remorse for traitors to the Lotus — but one that was obviously secured elsewhere and out of reach, well, she wasn’t willing to risk killing him and causing unnecessary trouble. 

Not without order, at least. So to anyone who asked — she knew nothing of him. She would know nothing of him, unless she needed to. Although, this wasn’t something she was going to assure him of, not when she wanted an upper-hand in this situation.

“I’m looking for information on a man…one that I have no doubt you know of.” Eris slips a rectangular piece of paper from one of her front pockets; a business card of said man — her actual target of interest. Or at least the primary one. 

“And of course, I would be willing to make a little deal on this, if you’d like. Wouldn’t want you to leave empty handed, after all.” there’s a smirk on her lips, holding out the business card for him to take. 

Jin never understood the metaphor of describing someone as a loaded gun, but now, he thinks he does. He vividly remembers one of his training sessions, where his superior had all but thrown his gun onto the desk, fully loaded with the safety off. And despite everything that had been running through his mind at the time, there was a pulsing fear of that gun going off. That’s what it feels like to see Eris in front of him; she’s dangerous, seemingly constantly poised to strike at any minute. She is a fully loaded gun that doesn’t even have a safety switch, ready to fire at any second if he should make a single misstep. 

Eris can play the diplomat all she likes. But ultimately she’s the key bridge that could finally rejoin Seokjin back to them, and he’s going to do anything to avoid that. Which means, avoiding her. 

“No,” he says simply. “I don’t care what you could offer me,” he says. “I don’t want anything to do with your organisation again. Too bad, Eris — I’m not willing to make a deal.” He can’t help himself; the corner of his mouth pulls up into a smirk. Out of curiosity (just curiosity he tells himself, there’s definitely not information he wants on Black Lotus) he glances at the business card in her hand, and he laughs. 

“Jang Wooshin? Good luck getting to him.” Jang Wooshin is not someone Jin feels any loyalty to. Rather, he makes his skin crawl, but business is business, and Mr. Jang offers a lot of money (and a lot of slurred information) once Jin or one of his girls slips something special into his drink. That alone is hard enough to do, out of all the times Jin has been with him he’s never been far from a bodyguard, has always been searched down for weapons. And Jang is rich, and has the best money can buy. “You’re good, Eris, I’ll give you that. Have fun trying to take this guy down from the outside.”

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“You might be just a little obsessed with this, don’t you think?”

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Jin flops down in one of the chairs, hooking his knees over its arms and reclining back. "Maybe you aren't obsessed enough," he says. “Black Lotus, at the moment, has the most power in Seoul. You’ll have a hard time progressing if they remain on the top. If I were you, I would pro-actively be trying to dismantle them. In fact,” he snaps his fingers. “I am. But that’s why you think I’m obsessed, right?” 

Their relationship is a strange one. Neither of them trust each other. Neither of them are on the same side. In fact, Seokjin’s not even 100% sure that Thanatos even likes him. Yet here he is, lounging around in his building, lecturing him about battle strategy. Enemy of an enemy doesn’t necessarily make a friend...but it’s a lot better than having nothing in common. Seokjin, at present, has no desire to see Thanatos dead. And he doubts Thanatos sees him as a threat; he probably sees him as a harmless racketeer, a lowlife with a smooth tongue whose company he puts up with for some unknown reason.

“We both have different plans for this city,” he says, holding eye-contact. “You and I, our positions aren’t comparable,but we have a common obstacle. Neither of us can progress while the Lotus is in full bloom. It’s as simple as that.” Jin cocks his head to the side. “And if I have some personal reasons to fuel my desire to see them burn, does that really matter?”

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“That might have been illegal. We should leave.”

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"Might?" Jin still has a smile plastered on his face, glued to his features as he turns to send a goodbye smile to the manager of the bar, who waves as they make their way to the exit. “Might have been illegal? I don’t think there’s any doubt about it, and even if there was, I doubt you would care.” He pushes the door open, holding it for Doyoung. “Besides. You never struck me as the type to care too much about legality.” 

Spending an hour chatting and distracting the manager while Doyoung slipped into the office to gather information isn’t how Seokjin usually spends his Saturday nights. It’s particularly nerve wracking, working as a pair. Especially when he knows one mistake could lead to them both getting busted. Especially when the person he’s working with isn’t even a certified Salvatore member. He’s mentally kicking himself. Since when did he get so reckless? 

“We should walk closer to the city center before grabbing a taxi,” he says, “in case anyone’s looking too hard.” He watches as Doyoung shifts his bag from one shoulder to the other, and glances around. Nobody is too close, so he asks. “Did you just take photos?” he asked, somewhat incredulous. “Or did you get into the harddrive? Most people wouldn’t keep sketchy shit lying around on paper.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Why did I agree to this?” He looks at Doyoung out of the side of his eye. “This information better be worth it, punk.”

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“You know, I meant that as a compliment.”

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"Right." It’s not that Seokjin dislikes Eris, it’s just that he doesn’t trust her. That, and the fact that she’s a loyal and active member of the organisation that ruined his life and haunts his members, the very one that he wants to see burn. Maybe she wasn’t the worst to him when he was in Black Lotus, but anyone under their banner automatically sends alarm bells ringing through his nervous system. That, combined with the fact that Eris is an extremely dangerous individual that doesn’t take kindly to traitors...

Well. Not even Jin can hide his tension. He shrugs in an attempt to keep his cool. “Of course not. Calling someone clever isn’t condescending at all. I mean, you don’t have to sound so disappointed about it.” You’d always been clever, after all. “I know, it must be surprising to someone as skilled as you that we in the lower ranks have functioning brain cells, huh?” 

Maybe he’s being a little harsh. The fact remains that he doesn’t know if Eris has a gun in her pocket and is about to shower him with bullets, either of her own volition or under someone’s command. The fact remains that there are several people still in Black Lotus who would love to get their hands on him to pay him back for bailing on them and spilling information to the police, and Eris might be the one to deliver him to them. The fact remains that Eris is like a ghost from a past life, approaching him in this coffee shop, and Jin is waiting for her to deliver her form of justice. The fact is that she is much stronger than him, and realistically he has no chance. 

It’s through sheer willpower that his hand doesn’t shake when he brings his coffee to his lips. “Well, Eris-ssi,” he says, “what can I do for you?”

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“How do I know you won’t use this against me?”

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"Use it against you?" Jin laughs lightly, an attempt to cover up the slight hurt he's feeling at the question. "What would I have to gain from using information against you?” His gaze shifts from Himchan to the glass in his hand, staring into the amber liquid like it has the solution to all of his problems, a solution he’s been coming to more and more frequently. “We’ve exchanged lots of scraps by now,” he says. “First of all, if I was going to use information against you, I would have done it long before now. We’ve been speaking for how long, hyung? I can’t even remember. Why would I throw you under the bus now?” 

Pause. A sip. “Second,” he says, and his voice comes out a little harsher than he wants, so he covers it up with saccharine sweetness. “Second, this...” the word friendship rests on his tongue, but he replaces it. “This partnership is mutually beneficial. Using something against you would be shooting myself in the foot, and third; if I used something against you, it would mean you would have free ground to use it against me. Why would I risk jeopardizing myself when I don’t even view you as an enemy?” 

The truth is that these reasons all are valid, but the real reason he never even considered it was because he considers Himchan as a friend. Against his better judgement of course (his idea of safety has always been to keep his distance) yet here he is. It’s probably a good thing, he tells himself, that Himchan has made it obvious they are uneasy allies who shouldn’t trust each other. Jin takes another drink to try and counteract the rapidly spreading bitterness.

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“Hush hush, I was just kidding. You’re no serial killer, I get that,” she clicks her tongue in defeat and slight annoyance. She was merely messing with him and in return she got back his long winded explanation. He speaks too much and her ears are ringing from it. Of course it isn’t criminal to walk outside at night, but ordinary citizens would go out of their way not to stay too late out in the street for obvious reason. Nights in Seoul aren’t for the faint-hearted.

“Cash for this guy,” she answers frankly. “A hefty sum for his death. Must have offended a lot of people.” Not that she cares. She gets her money and at the same time helps the world get rid of a jerk. Killing two birds with one stone. It is a job very worth her time and effort.

“Of course you’re taking it as a compliment. Now go do as I say, pretty boy,” she shoos, and despite how carefree she seems, her eyes are trained on him and the surrounding as she takes extra caution to walk behind him on purpose. As much as she is now certain the young lad isn’t going to be of any danger to her, she still doesn’t let her guard down. She never does, especially around people she wouldn’t trust her back to.

She doesn’t answer him, for a man emerges from the dark so quietly and out of nowhere as though like a shadow, clad in black outfit and a mask over his face just like them. And wordlessly he opens the body bag as if to check for the identity of the corpse, before passing a yellow envelope to her. She doesn’t react much to the man’s appearance and actions, and instead nonchalantly takes possession of the envelope handed over to her.

She looks over to young lad, gesturing with her head for him to follow her, and if he is smart enough he would best shut his mouth and reserve any questions he has until they’re out of the warehouse. 

Over the years Jin has consolidated his control over his identity. He considers himself a master at controlling his expressions, at hiding his feelings. However, the appearance of the newcomer takes him by surprise, and well, he’s never been one for jump scares. It takes all of his control not to jump at the sight of the man, but he fights his reflexes so all that shows is a widening of his eyes, the barely noticeable intake of a breath. He doesn’t want to draw any attention. Not out here, alone, with two dangerous strangers. 

He exhales slowly as the man fades back into the shadows, taking the body with him. Seriously, it’s like something out of a nightmare the way he disappears into the darkness. But their job is done now, right? The body has been taken care of, the money delivered. And he feels relieved. He just tries not to show it. She might still have a bullet planned for him at the end of the night. 

He hopes not. She’s kind of fun to tease. Also, dying like this would suck. 

He doesn’t say anything until they’re out of the shadow of the warehouse, mentally making a note of the location. If one of the gang bosses is using this warehouse as a pickup, it could be a good idea to investigate. He’ll get one of the Salvatore hackers to do a run on who owns the building, see if anything leads from there. “So, was that like...your boss, or just a client?” 

He bites his lip nervously. Most people don’t take that much notice of him, usually because he takes measures to appear amiable and harmless. However, the thought of some dangerous stranger who may have gang ties knowing his face from a body drop-off, that’s a different scenario altogether. Jin just hopes he doesn’t run into him on one of his own jobs again. Though, he muses, it’s nothing one of his special tablets in a drink wouldn’t be able to fix. 

He pushes these thoughts out of his head and cranes his neck to peep at the yellow envelope. “Aren’t you going to even check what’s in it? What if they’ve tried scamming you, or paying you less? I mean, I think someone would be foolish to try scamming an assassin but I’ve met a lot of fools in Seoul recently.”

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“I would be a producer,” he corrects, “People usually want the autographs of the popular singers, unless that’s what you meant by asking for an autograph in advance.” He chuckled, “In which case, I’ll see what I can do.” 

The food’s a lot better than he was expecting, though Jaebum feels as though any food at this point would taste great to him. Sure, he’s had much fancier meals, but this was much more accessible and somehow fairly homey. It’s comfort food, and definitely appreciated. 

Jaebum shrugs, “Protect those who can’t protect themselves, right? I don’t see there having to be another reason why.” At least that was how his school senior had pitched it to him. It was a why to stop the corrupted people at the top, and combat the wickedness of those at the bottom. Sure, it was a gang, an organization, but it was a means to an end. “It’s got nothing to do with my passions or success. I just want to do something to stop the city from going to shit.” 

He takes a sip from his drink, “Besides, I like watching guilty people squirm.” It’s only a slight nod to just how much he liked to play with his targets. Information was power, and when he had so much of it, people were easy and rather fun to manipulate. He had never really expressed such thoughts aloud though, it was mostly just for him. A secret sort of sadistic streak. 

"Waah, producer sounds so professional. Producer-hyungnim!" he says. "Whenever your song plays I'll tell my friends that I know the super suave producer who helped to make this song. You'll be my claim to fame, hyungie." A pause to gulp down some more food. "Remember me when you're rich. You can buy the meals then." He catches the eye of the waitress and waves for some water. 

Seokjin listens quietly while Jaebum speaks. He always finds it interesting to learn people's motivations, especially in Salvatore. There are those, even among Salvatore, who crave power. Then there are those like Jin, who have nowhere else to go, or who have a desire based on experience to watch the other gangs burn. And those like Jaebum...well, they must be the ones with the strongest moral compasses. They have no ulterior motive. They have no thirst for revenge, a desire to see the other gangs fall. They simply want to do what's good, and Seokjin respects that. It's one of the reasons he likes Jaebum so much. 

"That's good, hyung," he says, "there aren't too many people today who go out of their way to do good for the sake of it." A grin does curl at his mouth. "I can't blame you for that. There's no feeling better than knowing justice has been served, and knowing those guilty fuckers have gotten what's coming." His grin widens. Sometimes, Seokjin comforts himself with the thought of the ugly end those people come to. He thinks of every bastard he's ever had to charm to survive, and he hopes he's meeting a painful end. "It's what they deserve, more often than not."

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“No, I’m certain that’s infected.”

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Jin sighs, leaning forward to look at the cut. The skin around it is still an angry red despite it being a few days old, and there's a worrying tinge of white in there too. He thought it was just a simple scratch and threw a bandage on it, but it doesn't look too good. "Define infected," he says. "Like, go home and rub some disinfectant on it and it will be fine type infected? Or go to a doctor and get some antibiotics type infected?" 

It’s always the small things that come back to bite you, like the thorns on a rose. Seokjin doesn’t even remember how he got the small wound, only noticing it that night when he noticed the faint streak of dried blood in the shower. It didn’t even cross his mind to get it checked out, and now-- 

Well, now he’s getting told by Jongsuk that he probably as an infection. Brilliant. As if his day couldn’t get any better. “I mean, it’s not that big, right? It probably isn’t too bad..? Besides, I mean, you’re not a doctor. How can you be sure?” Reasoning never cured anything, but the last thing Jin wants right now is to have to go to one of the medics.