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hello! i'm here to bring you bang yujin, a self-professed people lover. find a summary of his info under the cut ; and like this post for an im !!

tw: family death

with eunsik ( operator ) @sikeun

after years of working to serve other people’s interests, yujin had decided that the best way to keep his sanity was to categorize his life into two neat sections : before aegis, when his family was still complete and resembled some form of unit, and after aegis, which is marked by the phantom mask he places on his face every single day ( meant to hide his regrets, perhaps, but yujin was not privy to his own feelings when they were buried too deep for him to reach ).

tasks and missions and retrieving intel were now integral parts of the monotonous tune his life had found himself in. at thirty-two, he wondered if he had little room in his grief for sentiment, as he thumbed the black-and-gold mask he had picked up from the costumes department.

his current mission to infiltrate wisteria was not a walk in the park, of course. but a cyber crime threat did not seem to phase him as much as it should. or… maybe yujin was just showing his age, which he was sure a certain someone would point out.

he spots eunsik as soon as he enters the room. as yujin mentally prepares himself for the onslaught of information, he gives the younger man a once-over. he looked so different from when they first met ; a lifetime ago, now, before yujin had even served in the army, when eunsik was still a little brat running around getting his little shoes muddy.

as if fate had decided it was not time for them to part, eunsik was miraculously still part of his life after aegis ( and he’d be damned if he ever messed it up ; eunsik was the closest thing he had to a sibling, now that hyejin was gone ).

“hey man.” a grin settles on his lips as he approaches the desk. he was always glad to see the younger man alive and well ; it felt like he did at least one thing right, and the fact that he’s here was proof of that. “wisteria, huh? i haven’t been there in a while.”

he places the mask on the table, and eyes the neat stack of papers close by. on the screen adjacent from him was a visual dossier of persons of interest, which yujin squinted his eyes at ( prime suspects, yujin was tempted to say, which would surely earn him a glare from the former policeman ).

he wasn’t too hopeless with names just yet, but faces were always easier for him to memorize. having to recognize them under elaborate masks would be the first hurdle he’d face in this scenario.

“i recognize the name kwon hara, but i don’t remember who i heard it from.” yujin worries his lower lip as he tries to recall. he remembered one of the lounge’s customers had mentioned her before, but it was difficult for him to remember who exactly ; it’s been almost a year since, and after a preliminary check on her records, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

sunny day ☀️

yujin isn’t subtle when it comes to clothing. he likes his matching suits just as much as he likes showing off his tattoos ; although, at the lounge, he would hide them as needed with a turtleneck and gloves ( and yes, he would walk around shirtless like this if he knew he could get away with it … ) .

gala night 🍷

with soyeon ( ghost ) @leavenomess

a lot can be said about yujin’s preference for the evening ; how it was required in his role, perhaps, as the ( acting ) manager of the obsidian lounge. how his reputation had deemed it fit to crucify him to his past actions, of a yujin who drinks and parties and fucks his worries away ; useful in his line of work, surely, but not so much when it came to socializing with his coworkers.

the truth is, what he would dare not admit to anyone was that he was afraid of solace. after six pm, when the world was awash in darkness, yujin could finally feel the blood pumping in his veins ; for his line of work, it was a trait that proved quite useful.

it was yet another one of those evenings. he gave himself a quick once-over before leaving his quarters : a blue turtleneck sweater that hid his tattoos, a pinstriped suit, and leather loafers. aegis was never as strict about tattoos as the army was, but he still felt it inappropriate to show the lounge’s upper crust clientele. at best, he would hear a snide remark, distaste apparent enough in tone to bring a scowl to his face ; at worst; yujin would be confronted as working for the mafia, which would lead to a truly unfortunate series of events ( for the perpetrator ; and for him, later on, for punching a customer ) .

at the very least he would laugh, for his life wasn’t nearly as fun nor as colorful as he wished : he was not much more than a hired thug with a pretty face. still, after ensuring his appearance was up to his standards, he made a beeline for the smoking area near the break room.

he wasn’t surprised to find soyeon there, despite it only being eight in the evening. as he did his due diligence by giving all his pockets a pat-down, an audible sigh leaves his lips as he halts to stand next to her.

”evening, soyeon.” a relaxed smile, an easy pose ; a song and dance yujin was known for. still, he was happy to see soyeon when he did. they were rookies at around the same time — never mind the fact that she started a year before him! — and to someone like yujin, that was enough reason to forge a bond between them ( albeit forcibly, at times ).

eyeing the cigarette in her hand, his smile transforms into a grin. and a cheeky one, at that.