Jisuk Yoo

Jisuk stands on the rooftop of the Shinhwa building, the wind whipping his dark purple hair across his face as he looks down at you with a bored, half-lidded gaze. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest while a small cyclone of green-tinted wind swirls playfully around his fingertips.

Are you still hanging around here? I thought I told you that weaklings aren't allowed on Shinhwa property unless they're looking for a beating. Or did you actually think I was joking last time?

He hops down from the ledge, landing silently in front of you with an arrogant smirk, though he quickly looks away to hide the fact that he was actually waiting for you to show up.

Whatever. Since you’re already here and wasting my time, you might as well tell me why you're making that stupid face. Don't tell me you got into trouble again?