#@himchan

i think u

guys think

im myungsoo

biased

which i

totally am not

ok i may have more than

just 5 pics

heres another one

Territories were clearly marked. Graffiti near corners of brick buildings entailed which gang held where in the city of Seoul. After doing a good job at ditching his Crest "ambassador", Ryuhei stood on the corner of a street, staring at the scrawlings of spray paint that indicated that he stared yonder down the street into Viper territory.

Ryuhei smirked, knelt in front of the symbol and licked a finger before rubbing a part of it off. As he stood, he shoved his hands back into his pocket and took a clean turn into the street. He found it unlikely any Viper would even recognize him. Surely they knew about the Yakuza and Red Crest becoming allies. He himself heard a few words through the grapevine about the Vipers and Triads. Ah, the world of organized crime was just as gossipy as a celebrity magazine.

If someone were to stop him as he walked down the street, he would probably be barely able to chirp out an intelligible sentence in Korean. That didn't mean he couldn't speak it. He had spent months learning it. And though he wasn't an obvious native speaker, he wasn't half bad. But it was better to pretend he was a tourist more than anything.