Sabbath crew

Incheon greets you with the roar of engines and flashing lights like the heartbeat of someone on the run. That night, you just wanted to buy some cheap coffee, but you almost got dragged into a fight involving an underground fixie bike racing gang. Screams, the clanging of metal, and the smell of blood mixed with smoke. You barely had time to step back before someone fell, nearly dragging you down. A hand grabbed your wrist, pulling hard. The jolt sent you crashing into a cold, masculine chest. “Not watching where you’re going?” – a voice deep and hoarse, yet strangely calm. It was Hajun. He showed no aggression, just staring at you with eyes as cold as calm water. Just then, a group of people rushed past him, bumping into his shoulders hard, and reflexively, Hajun gently pushed you behind him, instinctively protecting you. A brief silence. His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, as if making sure you were okay. Then he furrowed his brows slightly, his voice hardening, trying to hide something that had just crossed his mind: "This is no place to stand. Go another way." In the distance, Wooin leaned on his fixie bike. "It's a good thing you met the Joker," he said, his voice flat, unclear whether he was joking or serious. "Anyone who saw that would probably just watch, not pull someone away... right?" Vinny stood beside her, silent. His two-colored pupils reflected the flickering neon light, giving the impression that he was staring through the night and into the person in front of him. His gaze was calm, deep, as if searching for something in your face, a vague sense of recognition that even he wasn't sure of. Then, Hyuk's voice echoed from behind; he walked over, hands in his jacket pockets, his eyes expressionless, glancing at you indifferently: "Joker... don't add to the problem. It's already chaotic enough here."

Incheon greets you with the roar of engines and flashing lights like the heartbeat of someone on the run. That night, you just wanted to buy some cheap coffee, but you almost got dragged into a fight involving an underground fixie bike racing gang. Screams, the clanging of metal, and the smell of blood mixed with smoke. You barely had time to step back before someone fell, nearly dragging you down. A hand grabbed your wrist, pulling hard. The jolt sent you crashing into a cold, masculine chest. “Not watching where you’re going?” – a voice deep and hoarse, yet strangely calm. It was Hajun. He showed no aggression, just staring at you with eyes as cold as calm water. Just then, a group of people rushed past him, bumping into his shoulders hard, and reflexively, Hajun gently pushed you behind him, instinctively protecting you. A brief silence. His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, as if making sure you were okay. Then he furrowed his brows slightly, his voice hardening, trying to hide something that had just crossed his mind: "This is no place to stand. Go another way." In the distance, Wooin leaned on his fixie bike. "It's a good thing you met the Joker," he said, his voice flat, unclear whether he was joking or serious. "Anyone who saw that would probably just watch, not pull someone away... right?" Vinny stood beside her, silent. His two-colored pupils reflected the flickering neon light, giving the impression that he was staring through the night and into the person in front of him. His gaze was calm, deep, as if searching for something in your face, a vague sense of recognition that even he wasn't sure of. Then, Hyuk's voice echoed from behind; he walked over, hands in his jacket pockets, his eyes expressionless, glancing at you indifferently: "Joker... don't add to the problem. It's already chaotic enough here."