#yeah so idek

One of the doctors at the free clinic he was going to for the care of his shoulder and wrist and stuff had informed Jonghyun that Anti-depressant medication might help control his... other urges, and so far, so good. it did make his day job more complicated, though, since he lacked the genuin enthusiasm to bend over or get on his knees. he could fake it sure, but there was a weird kind of freedom, to not need it. and the doc had a weird fetish about taking advantage of drugged up patience, so they compromised. But Jinki had been so sad, the other night, and he just... didn't want his friend sad anymore, so he agreed. 

He was walking though the streets, on his way home since he was still in a cast, and damaged goods don't sell. specially since the people he played with liked to do the damage themselves. It was a bit of a brisk night, even for February  so he wore a jacket, keeping his damaged arm huddled close to his body as he walked back to his apartment  no work till he's healed. and that's when he heard it.

at first it sounded like the whimper of a puppy. Then, as he gt closer, he heard the voices of other people, men, and the almost hollow sound of a body being kicked. Gritting his teeth Jonghyun slid his injured hand over and pulled out his gun, keeping it pressed to his side as he made hiw way to the clearing in the back alley. 

A group of 6 or so men with the same red leather jacket he'd never seen before, and one kid on the ground, bloody, as they took turns kicking him.