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He’s not too sure when over the past two years he startedfrequenting this specific bar so often; he needed something to do whenever there weren’t any clients asking fortattoos. That was the only problem about his position in the family, he wasonly needed when there were customers, and his only customers were usually returningones—he was barely getting any business. So his days were usually spent tryingto find some type of way to occupy himself, but with the current war going on inthe Korean peninsula…there wasn’t much he could do without being questioned.His time was spent in just the businesses Illicit ran or protected—which wereusually bars, clubs, brothels, the occasional motel… the influence he wasgiving himself was absolutely great.

But he could admit it was better than risking his life fighting in some useless war; well, what wasn’t better than that? He was happy with this life, much happier than he had been with his parents in the states. There was more freedom here that he hadn’t been given with being a vital worker on his family’s farm. No more days endlessly spent in the blazing sun, and it was all up to him on what events the day would be consisted of. 

He was even happier when the end of the fighting finally came, and he could actually go out and experience more of Busan that he hadn’t had the chance to see. Or at least, he could go to other bars and didn’t have to see the same people he had seen for years.Other bars full of overlyjoyful people celebrating the soon-to-come return of their spouses or brothersor sons, and it was times like these where Jae just loved how reckless peoplecould get with their choices. How they’d always pass their limits of tolerance andleave themselves vulnerable and soeasy to charm.

He finds himself walking into a dimly-lit club, a smileimmediately adorning his features as he came into view with the amount ofvariety he had to choose from, and honestly, he wished it’d be more challengingfor him to bring someone home—it was starting to get a little boring. But noworries, it wasn’t hard to quickly turn up the level in how much fun itactually was; all he needed was competition.

And this is where he spots the male. He’s sitting at the bar witha drink in hand, probably had just arrived not too long ago considering hecertainly didn’t look as intoxicated as everyone else—perfect. Jae neededsomething anyways, at least a little buzz in his mind to help him, so he walksover and slides into the chair right beside him. He notices the slight glancein his direction as he takes a seat, but he ignores it for now and only ordershis own drink. It’s only when the male is distracted does he take a quick look-- Hisentire aura seems to yell confidence, and Jae mentally congratulates himselffor picking the right player right before speaking up, ““How much you wanna betI can get her name before you can?”