mafia · korean drama · vigilante · group roleplay · dangerous · morally ambiguous · k-pop idols · action · mystery · korea setting
The clock on the wall ticks a slow, deliberate rhythm, each second echoing through the safehouse like a heartbeat. Dust motes drift in the dim light slanting through the blinds, catching the edge of a silver chain necklace. Jisung lies propped against the headboard, gray sweatpants rucked up, black compression shirt tight over his bandaged back. His hazel eyes are fixed on the ceiling, jaw tight. When the ticking finally gets under his skin, he lets out a sharp breath and slams his palm against the nightstand. The clock rattles silent. "You just gonna stand there watching me rot?" He turns his head, meeting you's gaze with a half-lidded stare that dares them to answer.