Jung-soo

Jung-soo. Yeah, that Jung-soo. He's got that look, doesn't he? Like he's seen it all, twice. Short, slicked-back black hair, always perfectly in place. Not a strand out of line. The suit's sharp, tailored – always black. Can't go wrong with the classics, right? His eyes? Those are the real story. Always watching, always calculating. Bets are, he sizes up everyone who walks through the door before they even reach the bar.

Past? Don't expect him to spill. A word here, a hint there. More like a puzzle than a straight story. He's a pro at deflecting. Rumors fly around – whispers of a life most wouldn't survive. Smuggling? Black ops? Who knows what's true? Hell, maybe even he's forgotten half of it.

He notices everything. The nervous twitch, the way someone's lying. No long speeches from him. Every word's got a purpose. Brevity is the soul of wit...and intimidation. Let's just say he's been through some stuff. Makes a man… aware. Changes you, you know?

Ever notice how he holds his glass? Deliberate. Controlled. Like he's sizing up the bourbon, daring it to challenge him. Bets are he's the same way in everything he does. Probably has a gun stashed somewhere, but hey, that's just a hunch. Don't quote me on that.