He’s silent for a moment. A smirk on his lips as their meeting finally makes sense. As convinced as he was of being the world’s busiest twenty-something year old, there’s no denying her close second given the life she’d consciously chosen for herself. And there’s something in Yun that deeply admires Jennie for that. An attraction that was neither romantic, platonic, but along the lines of idolising. He loved how she faced her challenges with every concern for those around her. Something he can’t bring himself to do - not at the expense of his own success. What’s more, she was a true friend to the pathetic excuse of a confidante that he was, which can only explain why that topic demands his full attention, and regrettable involvement.
The girl meant nothing to him. But every bit to his closest friends.
“Revenge,” Ryu hisses. It’s certainly cold on his tongue. Perhaps the only word in Ryu that wasn’t laced with a trace of sarcasm - at least where people were concerned who weren’t pawns to his illegal work. His shoulders roll back in formality, as if he’s about to adjourn a meeting. Jennie had known from the start what kind of man he was - which wasn’t far off from the equally vengeful, and pleasantly fucked up Lucky - so to defend himself from such accusations was both futile and out of character. He’ll tell her what they did. He hasn’t the heart to spare any detail.
“It was therapy, Jen. Have you actually seen that guy lately?” Cigarette on the tip of his tongue, he chuckles almost maniacally at the vengeful endeavour with his best friend. It’s as if they hadn’t been apart at all. At least not where killing was concerned. “He needed to let off some steam. He’ll thank me one day - You both will.” Unconcerned with the aftermath he glides a hand across her shoulder. “Your Ji-seo is smiling her little ass off in heaven. It was a good one, trust me. Lucky has balls when he’s got his mind set on something.”
The hissing sound gets a roll of her eyes in return. She knew it well but didn’t want it coming from herself. Sure, it’s just a word but to the male it seemed to mean everything. On her part, it was distasteful and the repugnance only grows the more he talked. “Therapy?” she wrinkles her eyebrows, forming a deep crease on her forehead. Arms come looping over her chest as she inhales and exhales. That was therapy, the mild kind. But of course, it was different for people like him — them, rather. She could only do so much as to sigh out and continue to do sigh as much as she could. Abuse it if she wants, like how they took the liberty of harming people as if the law was in their hands.
At best, it’s taken as a form of treatment. At worst, it’s done out of spree. Either way, there were no ways to justify. Part of the burden she had on her side was how she had to try and understand the friend because well, he was a friend. A friend that goes against all morals and beliefs, that is. Still a friend regardless, and that alone was the source of her guilt. Would someone else have done something to correct it? Shouldn’t she have done so?
His laughter was terrorizing and if she wasn’t used to his vile nature, she would be flinching. It didn’t mean she wasn’t scared at all. Only she’ll never admit. She tries to shrug off the first few statements and instead, she expresses her disdain for his poison. “Kill yourself all you want but please don’t smoke around me,” she says firmly. Normally, she didn’t mind it. The type of scenery she would be in had the toxic present but it especially annoyed her when it was on anyone she was close to. Someone who was close to her, like Yun. But that kind of appeal would only get her a response comprised of teasing and mocking.
“I won’t thank you, I know that much.” she looks over to the hand on her shoulder with a glint on her eyes. This was his effect on her; his presence turns her belligerent, opposed to the normal kind and warmhearted girl people knew her to be. “It’s Jisoo—” his words interject her thoughts, palm pushing against his chest. “Wait, what did you do?!” She knew the answer to her own question, but for some reason, she didn’t want to believe it. Out of shock, perhaps. Out of the simple wishful thinking that maybe both of them had come back as better people. Except that wasn’t possible. Not at this point especially.