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These days, Bobby finds it hard to decide which is real, and which is fake. Most of his days in the last few months have been wasted on going to stinky bars draining cheap liquors off the creaky shelves. He doesn't even know if he's sober or high anymore. Everything feels like a truckload of blurry visions and slurry words. The only thing that's probably real however, is the fact that he has both legs dangling over a who-knows-how-many feet tall rooftop of a random tower building, armed with a small handgun, accompanying a dove.

Jun, a male with pretty average height, around 178cm, pretty fit, orange colored hair; he was on a mission, a mission that would kill him in one mistake or a wrong move- it was pretty harsh, he accepted it, he face the challenge. It has been months since he has been in a gang— a pretty secretive gang known around the darker parts of Seoul, with the leader being bobby, his skills were enough to impress him, and he was able to access the whole secretive life of theirs without too much efforts— all they do? Mostly go and drink, come back pretty drunk— probably almost dying in too much alcohol assumption but whatever- it wasn't his business.

Things has been changing since he's been in, one gang member died- no one knew how and what caused him or who killed him, but jun knew- because he was the cause and the person who made everything happen- it's his goal to kill everyone in here- even it would take years— after all the government trusted him and sent him to this mission.

As for now, he has been following bobby around mostly, trying to gain his trust, bobby seems pretty tipsy- jun in the other hand snuck up to the male who was sitting on the edge of a tall building.

Bobby was just having a deep conversation about the concept of life and death with the dove, when he notices the dark shadow looming over him. Man, who could it be, he wonders. So the half-sober gang leader throws his head back, the curtains of blue locks framing his face fall back as his eyes settle on the person behind his back; none other than good ol' Jun, oh my! ''Ahh, Junie boy~,'' he sing-songs. ''What are the odds that we meet here, haha. Right at the top of...wait what building is this?'' he squints his eyes as his focus shifts to the sky, as if the sky would know the answer. ''Eh, anyway. Sit down, sit down! Let's chill with Mr. Pigeon here,'' he gestures to the dove that...happens to fly away just as he's introducing it to Jun. ''Oh, well then.

''What bring you here, Junie?'' he asks without even looking at his subordinate, eyes and face now looking ahead to the vast view of Seoul City. ''Actually, no. How did you find me here? I didn't even tell anyone where I went off to.'' Now Bobby faces Jun, eyes judging sharply upon the younger male. His hand runs to the handgun by the side of his belt, growing wary even under the effect of alcohol — or was it weed? Bobby can care less at this point.

The male simply had his hands stuffed inside his pocket, he then nodded when the other male called him over to sit down, he did as he was said, pursing his lips together as he didn't even opened his mouth just even for a second— he didn't fell like it in the first place. "I have my ways, boss." He said as he chuckled and pulled up one leg to his chest and his other dangling down the building.

"I've been walking around the streets and I saw your silhouette up there, we've been around for... a lot of months already, haven't we? I recognize you pretty easily at this point." He said as he looked up, he was pretty much unarmed— well he never really came with anything with him mostly. "Trust me, boss. I'm a loyal dog." He said as he chuckled and laid back down, closing his eyes- still having his hearing sharpened up just in case.

Bobby merely frowns at Jun's excuse. ''Pretty sure it's the blue hair that gives me away,'' he concludes himself under a soft mumble, oddly smart enough to think so in spite of his intoxicated condition. Then in a louder voice, he speaks. ''You don't have to call me "boss", you know?'' With one hand still clinging onto his gun, his other one pulls Jun into a hug. ''You're my right hand, pretty boy. Tone it down a little, would ya? Especially when it's just us, in a place where literally no one is with us.''