JINHYUK often didn’t go to such public events, preferring his time to be spent at home with fred and drinking whiskey out of his beloved...well, that wasn’t important. his men told him it’d be better if he stayed away or in the shadows, but he believed as long as he had on his mask he’d be fine. the mask laid against his face as he stepped onto the roof, quietly scanning the crowd as he adjusted his armani suit (a gun safely tucked inside). he silently strolled up to the bar and requested a drink, glancing at the person next to him. “oh no, that drink is atrocious. here, let me order something actually good for you,” he says before ordering a second drink.











