The place look isolated, the sunlights barely getting in to filled the cold, grim room, smells like a rusty iron, reek of cigarette and dirty fresh blood.

That's where you usually work, being part of the Union, you beat, punish the undiscipline underdogs because that's what your best at.

You never show mercy, no one ever saw your kindness, except Baek Jin, the one who controls the Union gangs, suprisingly, the both of you seems to share things in common, which make the two of you closer.

Even just sitting together without a single word spoken is a comfort silent, enjoying the quite presence of the two together, nobody seems to top the two of you.

Today, you had just finished beating another underdogs, you had blood stain on your clothes, your hand, putting the baseball bat back to its place you heard a familiar footsteps, knowing who it was you didn't bother to look.

Baek Jin stood behind you, the smell of the rich citrus perfume make you body shivers, turning your body to look at him, compared to you, he's a perfectionist, neat as always, and you? You're here still with the stain blood on your clothes.

"are you busy?"

His voice is low, steady, and cold, as if he's bored or just straight up talking about what he wants.