Chapter Four: Roanapur
Junsu awoke in the morning; he slept better than he thought he would. Granted, it helped he had been tired from the jet lag, and admittedly. The bed was easily the comfiest thing he had ever slept on. Dragging himself out of bed, he pulled out fresh clothes from the dresser. He had made sure put his stuff away before he went to bed. After a quick shower, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed. He heard a knock on his door and he opened it up, revealing the twins.
"Morning" He chirped
"Good to see you're awake and ready." Nine retorted "Boss J is ready to meet you and further explained some things to you."
"Sleep well?" Nails asked as the trio traveled together.
"Surprisingly yes, so what's the boss like?" Junsu replied
"Boss J is a pretty cool guy, cares a lot about everyone here. Does all he can to keep things running smoothly and look after us all. A pretty health-conscious guy who dislikes caffeine and is a vegetarian. All in all, he's easy to get along with, everyone here respects him a great deal." Nails explained
Eventually after making their way to the bottom floor and heading towards the back of the building. They found themselves in front of a wooden door and Nine knocked on it.
"Boss J, It's Nails and I, we brought the new guy as you asked."
"Come on in you three." Called out a voice with a noticeable British accent.
The three walked in and close the door behind them. The office was spacious but simple. A desk, some chairs, and a couch against one of the grey-painted walls. Sitting in a rather nice leather chair was his new boss.
J had upright blond hair and blue eyes. He's dressed in dark blue baggy pants and a yellow jacket with the text "bad" and an atomic biohazard symbol on its back. He was a few inches taller than himself with a strong build. Then his eyes caught the woman standing behind and to the side of him.
"How the actual hell did I not notice her first!?" Junsu thought to himself in surprise.
The woman to put it simply was essentially an amazon. She towered over everyone else in the room at a height of 206cm. Long flowing blond hair that stretched all the way down just past her butt. Her eyes were different colors, her left was blue, her right green. She wore a blue with a silver striped crop top that hugged her very large chest tightly. That left her very muscular arms and abs on full display. She wore a pair of desert-patterned military pants that hugged her shapely hips and strong legs. She also wore a pair of black military boots. Along with a pair of desert-pattern m-pact combat gloves. The features of her face were soft and gentle. Despite her tall and muscular build, it all still carried an undeniable feminine charm.
"So you're Junsu, the kid Poison and the others speak so fondly of?" J spoke in a welcoming tone. "Good to meet you, Name's J the boss here for the gang. Behind me is my daughter Bryn." The now-named Bryn gave a nod of her head and J gestured for him to take a seat.
"Nice to meet you too," Junsu replied as he took a seat. "Thanks for bringing me in like this on such short notice."
"Don't worry about it, the old crew back in Metro have mentioned you over the years. They honestly have nothing but good things to say about you kid." J responded "Besides, I couldn't really say no to them anyways, when they called me up asking for help. How are you holding up?"
"Better than I thought all things considered. I did have a lot of time to think and process things during the fly over here." The violet-eyed teen replied. "Still, a place like this is gonna take time to fully get used to, probably."
J chuckled a bit. "Yeah, Roanapur is just that kind of place. Speaking of, you're gonna need to supply yourself with some things and start learning the ropes. The twins and Bryn I'm assigning to be your guides for a while. At least until you get into a groove with things. Anything you need personally by chance? You did come rushing here after all."
Junsu paused for a moment before answering. "I need a cell phone for starters, my old one was destroyed. I need to stock up on some more personal supplies. There was only time to pack the minimum in the bag in that regard."
"Sounds good," The Mad Gear boss chimed. "Head to the store and grab what you need, then head up to the rip-off church. I know you're more of a martial artist by trade. In this city though, it never hurts to be packing a little extra heat. Once you get that handled explore the city a bit, learn its layout and all that. I'll get your cellphone situation handled. Anything else?"
Junsu's face took a more serious expression. "Well, there's one thing but it's something to be discussed more one on one. I imagine that it was explained to you in some detail before my arrival."
J nodded his head in understanding. "Girls, leave us alone please while we talk about this."
"Sure thing dad," Bryn answered with a slightly deep yet distinctly feminine tone of voice. She eyed Junsu a tad before walking out with the twins in tow and closing the door.
"I'll get straight to the point of it." Junsu spoke up "Do you know how to get in contact with my mom, Juri Han?"
J looked at the teen across from him for a moment before giving a sigh. "I'm sorry to disappoint you kid but I don't. From what I've been able to gather, Juri simply does her own thing. She shows up where she wants, when she wants, does what she wants, and then leaves without a trace. She doesn't seem to have any kind of middlemen of sorts who contact her with jobs. Frankly, I think your best bet is just hanging here in Roanapur. Sooner or later, she'll come to you."
Junsu let out a sigh he had figured that sort of answer was possible, he had hoped otherwise though. "Fair enough, regardless, thanks for everything I'll do what I can while I'm here. I am effectively a Mad Gear now, I might as well commit to it."
J smirked a bit. "Don't worry I can make sure you avoid doing the dirtier work for the most part. That all said, I think we've covered everything we needed to for now. Head out, get the others and grab your stuff. I'll have your phone situation handled by the time you get back."
"Will do boss." Junsu retorted as he stood back up and headed out. Before they all left, he quickly ran up to his room and pulled ten grand out of his money stash. He would be going to the rip-off church for weapons and good weapons weren't cheap.
XxX
They were all now riding in the same jeep from yesterday. The twins were up front again and Junsu in the back. Now with the addition of Bryn sitting next to him. There was a bit of awkward silence in the car as a result. Junsu being the guy that he is, decided to break it.
"So," he began "what's it like having the boss of the gang as your dad?"
Bryn looked at the Korean-American with an indecipherable expression for a few moments. "It's alright," she eventually answered "dad does a good job with things, and I do get a few neat perks. Though I tell everyone to try not to treat me much differently from anyone else in the gang. What was it like growing up with Poison, Roxy, and the others back in Metro?" Bryn asked in return.
Junsu thought for a few beats. "I couldn't have asked for a better group of people I could call a family." He spoke sincerely a small smile gracing his face. "For all, their supposed shortcomings and past problems. They were all caring, loyal, people I could trust with anything. People who could help a young and dumb guy like me with all sorts of different aspects of life. The good, the bad, the ugly, or the just plain goofy. A whacky, oddball, unusual family but, a family all the same. Growing up with just my dad and no other relatives to speak of. Their presence filled a certain void that, I'm not sure even I was aware of for the longest time."
The violet-eyed teen looked around after speaking and noticed the others were just staring at him. "What?"
"Nothing, that was just really…wow." Nails replied, the other two nodding their heads agreeing with the sentiment.
Soon enough they arrived at a local store, and he quickly gathered stuff in an abundance. Soap, shampoo, and all that sort of thing, the others were gathering some things for themselves. As he crossed through the hair products section, he noticed a wide selection of hair dyes. Thinking about what Nine said the day before he reached up and played with his hair a bit. Giving it a few moments of contemplation, he then grabbed a box.
After leaving the store they made their way to the rip-off church. Once they arrived, Junsu studied the placeas he got out of the car. It was an old catholic church that overlooked the city. At one point it was a legitimate place of virtue and where people came to actually practice. Now the place and those who operated out of it. Are simply a warped mockery of what it all once stood for. He wasn't really the religious type, but he had to admit, it sat weirdly to him. Just another thing to get used to in this city he now called home.
The group went inside and were soon greeted by a woman walking over to them. She was of average height with long blond hair and wearing a nun outfit along with pink angular sunglasses adorning her face.
"Welcome to the house of the lord, I'm sister Eda, how may I help you?" Eda proclaimed.
Bryn snorted "You can lay off the dramatics Eda, we're here to get our newest member properly armed."
"Is that so?" Eda chimed as her eyes fell on Junsu. She eyed him up trying to get a read on him. "I got what you need as long as you got the cash."
"Not a problem." Junsu retorted as he pulled out the rolled-up and banded ten grand. That he then tossed it to Eda who caught it with ease. "I think you'll find that's more than enough even if I buy from your best stock."
The fake nun looked over the cash before a wide grin crossed her face. "My, My, I'm liking you already boy, follow me."
Eda led them to a large backroom that had a mass selection of weapons all neatly on display. "You asked for our best stock and here it is," Eda stated with a smirk on her face. "Pistols, rifles, knives, accessories, and whatever else. Take your time to find what you like. There's plenty to dig through."
Despite being first and foremost a martial artist, he did have experience with firearms. He was an American after all. Lucia had taken him to the shooting range over the years. Giving full instruction in proper gun safety, usage, and plenty of practice shooting. He would admit there was an odd sense of enjoyment in the shooting. Granted, he still preferred to handle things with his fists and feet. However, he recognized J had been right about what he said earlier. In a place like Roanapur, it never hurt to carry something on you. Especially when one considers almost everyone in the city was packing something. Regardless, of whether it was visible on their person or not. Not to mention he might not always have the luxury to solve an issue by punching it in the face.
Browsing the pistols he eyed them carefully for any that caught his eye enough. He would grab them and get a feel for them before placing them back. One eventually garnered his full attention. It was a black Berretta 9mm, with silver pearl grips. The iron sights on it too were more specialized, they were glow-in-dark sights. The barrel was also specialized to allow for attachments and was longer than the standard barrel. Engraved on the slide were the words Shadow Runner. He picked it up and held it in his hands, it felt perfect.
"I'll take this one." He spoke up and Eda walked to make note of his selection.
"That's one of our more customized Beretta 92FS." She said before chuckling a little. "You'll get along with two hands I dare say. I'll toss in plenty of extra clips, any preference for your holster?"
"Leg holster for a right-handed shooter," Junsu answered and continued looking around. An hour later the group was back in the jeep heading back towards the city. Junsu's new pistol was now strapped to his leg via his holster. He had also picked up a Heckler & Koch G36 with a red dot scope. He also bought plenty of clips and ammo for each. He spent all but five hundred dollars of the money he brought with him.
"We got a new message from the boss." Nails announced while she was looking at her phone. "We gotta swing by Hotel Moscow and talk to Balalaika about something."
"Oh this going to be good, I can tell already." Bryn snarked "No matter, it's not wise to keep her waiting. Let's just get over there and see what she wants."
XxX
Once they arrived he took note of the place, the name was fitting. Hotel Moscow operated out of an actual functioning hotel. Not as big or nice as the Mad Gears hangout but pretty nice all the same. As they waited in the lobby they were soon approached by a man with a large scar on his face.
"Boris, come to greet us I see." Bryn chirped.
Boris simply nodded his head and eyed the group. Just from how he looked at them, he seemed familiar with Bryn, Nine, and Nails. His gaze lingered for a moment on Junsu being unfamiliar with him. "Follow me" The second in command of Hotel Moscow spoke with a somewhat thick accent. They took a few turns and traveled down a corridor. Until they reached a rather nice wooden door. Boris knocked on it and walked in after a moment he signaled the others to come in.
The office was rather well furnished, with a few decorations and a couple of fully stocked bookshelves. Boris was standing behind the desk and sitting right behind it with a cigar was the boss of Hotel Moscow herself.
Balalaika
She stood up and walked until she was in front of the group. Junsu was able to get a perfectly good view of her.
Balalaika is a tall, blonde haired blue-eyed woman with scars across her face, neck, breasts, and leg. Her hair is very long, going down to the base of her spine, and done up in a huge ponytail. She was wearing a wine red skirt suit with black stockings and black high heels. Her nails are long and painted pink. She also wears rose-colored lipstick. She has a mole under her left eye.
Junsu had to admit even with the scars, she was still rather beautiful. In that tough and mature woman sort of way.
"I wasn't expecting J to send his top three my way when I called and," Her gaze fell upon the taekwondo user." A rather fresh face."
"He's new around here." Bryn supplied "he was with us when my dad sent the message."
Balalaika merely hummed to herself and stepped forward until she stood before Junsu. Her eyes narrowed and her gaze hardened. As she stared at him to his core. With the eyes of a person who had seen and committed some of the worse things known to the world. Both in the underworld and in war.
Junsu for his part refused to be intimidated by the Russian mob boss. He hardened his own gaze and matched her intensity with his own. Not wavering in his gaze or posture in the slightest.
The two held their stare down with one another for what felt like hours. Then Balalaika smiled a small smile but a smile all the same.
"I like this one, he has some real backbone to him. Unlike so many of the fools that inhabit this city." Balalaika mused "What's your name boy?"
"Junsu"
"Interesting, regardless, let's get down to business." She announced as she walked to the front of her desk and leaned against it while facing them. "This task is rather simple and will only require one of you. The lagoon company asked me to do some info searching for them. While my search hasn't pulled up anything concrete yet. Let's just say the itching of these scars of mine. Makes me feel there might be something more here. I would send one of my own men but they're all rather busy. And I don't want to pull them away from their work on maybes. Hence, I'm hiring one of you to aid them to a degree. In fact, I want the boy here to do the job himself. He's piqued my curiosity, depending on how he does. I might decide to hire him for other things. Just stick with the lagoon team until they've finished their job and help as need be."
Junsu raised an eyebrow at that, what in the world was she implying towards the end there?
"The lagoon team is out procuring what they were sent out to get by a different client." Balalaika continued "They won't be back at the docks until around sunset. So, you have plenty of time to prepare before you go to link up with them. You'll be paid once your part is done. Good luck"
With nothing more to be said, they all left and headed back to hang out.
"That was interesting, did anyone else catch the way she was looking at me kind of oddly?" Junsu questioned out loud.
"Probably because you didn't back down even when she was staring you down." Nails answered. You'd be surprised how few people in this city can be stared down by her and not flinch or show any weakness. Bryn, my sister, and I can't even do that. Like I said before, Balalaika is alright once you know her a bit. That still doesn't change the fact she can be as fucking intimidating as they come. Let's just get back and make sure you're ready for tonight. You do not want to disappoint someone like Balalaika."
They arrived back at the hangout and the group carried everything up to his room. Once they got everything settled, Bryn went to go update things to her father directly. Reaching into one of the bags he pulled out the box of hair dye.
"Oi!" He called out to the twins and held up the box. "You mentioned I should add some color. I decided to go with that advice, mind giving me a hand?"
The twins looked at each other, smiled, and looked back at him. "No problem." Nine answered, they had time still.
An hour later now had a large streak of purple now adoring his hair. He had also changed up his style just a little bit. The thick bang of hair that used to hang down the middle was now more swooped towards his right eye. Stopping just on the outer edge of his eye. The hair bang had been dyed purple with the edge farthest from his eye being left black. The hair on the other side of his eye had been brought in a little bit. With a few finger widths closest to his eye on that side also dyed purple. Now the top right side of his face was almost covered completely by his hair. Leaving just enough open space around his eye to see clearly.
"I like this, I like this a lot," Junsu stated looking at himself with his hat reapplied to his head.
"I knew some color would bring it all together nicely." Nine mused "Come on, gather your stuff we'll get you down to the docks for your job. Considering the job sounds pretty easy, you should only need your pistol."
Junsu gathered his things, including his new phone that Bryn had brought up during the dye job. It was a galaxy note that was in a black hard plastic protective case. J had put in key numbers including his own. Bryn and the twins also swapped numbers with him and away they went.
XxX
Junsu now stood at the docks awaiting of the arrival the lagoon crew. The twins had told them about them on the way over. They were one of the better-known independent groups in the city. They had a good reputation for getting work done. They explained the team was alright though they did warn him about a girl nicknamed Two Hands. The same name Eda had mentioned during their business. Apparently, she had a reputation for being a tad short-fused, trigger-happy, and rather abrasive.
Oh, joy.
Soon enough he saw a boat begin to pull into the dock. Looked to be an old Navy P.T. boat. As it pulled into the dock an Asian man in business attire jumped out to help properly dock the ship. The violet-eyed teen found that a little odd. He knew looks could be deceiving. Hell one could say he was a perfect example of the trope. Still, the guy looked more like a cubicle worker than some mercenary pirate. The man finally took notice of him and approached.
"You must be the extra hand Balalaika mentioned she was sending our way. I'm Rokuro Okajima, but everyone just calls me Rock." He explained in a friendly business-like tone. "I work mainly as the account manager and negotiator for the team. Dutch is the boss; Benny is our tech guy and-"
"Rock! Where the fuck did you get your ass too!?" A loud grouchy female voice yelled, and Rock sighed deeply.
"That's the infamous two hands I was told/warned about, I assume?" The mad gear deadpanned.
"Yes, that is." Rock replied tiredly "Her name is Revy or that's the name pretty much everyone calls her by. She's the main gunslinger of the team and very good at it."
"Right then, my name's Junsu I'm with the Mad Gear Gang. If my hat didn't make that obvious enough. I'm here just help how you need me. Balalaika didn't really make it clear what I needed to do. All she really said was to hang with you guys until you finish your job. A better safe than the sorry path you could say she's taking. For whatever reason."
"I see, well far be it from me to try and argue with someone like Balalaika. Wait here and the rest of the crew and the cargo will be here shortly." Rock replied as he returned to the boat. After ten minutes or so the rest crew had shown up. Along with a sandy blond-haired kid.
One was a heavily muscled African-American, completely bald, wearing a flak-jacket, military fatigues, US military jungle boots, and wearing a pair of sunglasses. He must have been Dutch. Next to him was a dude with blond hair and glasses. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki pants, and white tennis shoes. That had to be Benny. Next to him was Rock and then next to Rock, was the woman called Revy.
She was a slightly tan-skinned woman of approximately moderate height in her mid to late twenties with burgundy hair that she kept in a low loose ponytail with rather large bangs falling onto her forehead on either side along with two Shoulder-length sidelocks framing her face, amber-brown eyes, a tribal tattoo that reaches all the way up to her neck on her upper right arm, a medium-sized bust and a slightly muscular build. She also seemed to be of Asian descent in some manner like himself. Revy wore a black tank top that leaves her stomach exposed, very short-cut denim shorts that she kept unbuttoned as she used a US Army webbing belt to keep them up instead, a pair of US military jungle boots without socks, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Revy also sported a pair of brown leather cross-draw shoulder holsters. That held her twin guns, Beretta's from what he could tell.
"Rock explained you to us already." Dutch stated "While we don't really need you it seems. I get you're under contract from Balalaika so hang with us for the time being."
"Sounds good," Junsu replied as his eyes fell on the kid. "Who's the kid?"
"His name is Garcia Lovelace and he's the cargo we're delivering to the cartel at the yellow flag." Rock explained
Junsu kept a neutral expression on his face but internally he had some uncertainty at least for a moment. Before he pushed those feeling away. Oddly, doing it easier than he thought he could. He was just here to do a job; personal feelings didn't matter. In the scheme of things within Roanapur, this was hardly the worst thing that went on. He had already come to terms with the fact he would be having to do all kinds of shady things.
"You don't seem like much." Garcia suddenly piped up as look at the Korean-American.
Junsu narrowed his eyes. Was he really being shit-talked by a grade-schooler right now? "What was that?"
"I said you don't seem like much. I figured they would send someone who seemed more impressive. You just look like some street urchin trying to make himself look tough." The kid said with a snobby tone. "Doesn't matter, Roberta will put someone like you in their place."
That was a poor choice of words on Garcia's part.
Before anyone knew it Junsu had blitzed forward and swung a punch forward that just missed the left side of Garcia's face by a couple centimeters.
"Holy shit he's fast!" Revy exclaimed.
"Did anyone see him move, because I didn't?" Benny stated slightly unnerved.
Garcia meanwhile was wide-eyed and seemed genuinely scared at the moment.
Junsu normally wouldn't do this sort of thing. However, all the bullshit he'd been through recently. Had made his patience run a bit thin in some ways. Something about Garcia's words had touched his nerves in the wrong way. He moved his fist away and used the same hand to grip Garcia's chin. Forcing the Lovelace family heir to look squarely into Junsu's harsh-looking eyes. His angry and threatening expression unknowingly to him. Looked very much like the one his mother could muster.
"Listen and listen to me well brat." Junsu began coldly. "You're in no position to be saying anything to anyone." He leaned down and moved his face closer to Garcia's. So that it was only a few inches away. Then he practically growled dangerously. "Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth." He let go and stood back up, not even caring to see the kid's reaction.
"So, should we get going?" Junsu asked pleasantly like he hadn't just threatened a twelve-year-old.
No one really said anything, though Revy did chuckle. Seeing that Junsu had scared Garcia so thoroughly. They piled into a 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner. Dutch and Benny up front with the latter driving. With everyone else in the back with Junsu sitting on the edge of the seat. Revy sat right next to him, then Garcia, and finally Rock on the other end. The car ride was silent for a few minutes, only a few.
"So Junsu," Benny spoke up. "Where you'd learn to move like that?"
"I've been studying martial arts since I could walk properly, taekwondo user by trade," Junsu answered.
"That's pretty neat, where are you from originally if you don't mind me asking?"
"Metro City"
"Really?" Rock cut in "Metro is almost as rough as Roanapur from what I understand."
"It used to be. The current mayor has actually managed to clean things up decently. Don't get me wrong it still has plenty of dark spots to it if you know where to look. Compared to what it was like before, it's better many would say."
"Now that I think about it." Rock continued "The current mayor is Cody Travers. Wasn't he one of the main people responsible for diminishing the Mad Gears standing in the global underworld?"
Junsu took a deep breath. It was weird talking about his father as if he wasn't his father, but he had to keep up appearances. "Yes, he was. Though that all happened long before my time. I was just a brat that grew up with a bunch of old school members of the gang and learned things along the way." That wasn't a total lie.
"No kidding," Rock mused as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out for himself. "Anyone else?"
"I'll go for one," Revy replied as she grabbed one for herself.
"What about you Junsu?"
The teen thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders. "Why the hell not?" He took one for himself and lit it up with Rocks lighter. He had never smoked before. Honestly, he wasn't sure what possessed him to smoke now. Though now that he was, it wasn't so bad to him. As he took a puff, he noticed Revy was staring at him or rather his pistol. "See something you like?"
The gunslinger locked eyes with his. The two simply stared down at each other for a few brief moments. Neither one faltering with their gazes. Revy then smirked slightly. Junsu figured she was kind of like Balalaika. She liked people who weren't afraid to hold their ground. "You got good taste in guns. Beretta 92FS unless my eyes are deceiving me."
"Yeah, I noticed yours are customs like mine is. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Revy just kept her smirk as she pulled out one of her Beretta's to show it off. From a functional standpoint, it seemed exactly like his except her sights weren't night sights like his. Aesthetically speaking it couldn't have been more opposite. Chromed out, with normal colored pearl grips that had a jolly roger on them. On the slide itself, the words Sword Cutlass was engraved.
"Very nice," Junsu complimented "a little too shiny for my liking but to each their own." He then pulled out his own Beretta for her to look at.
Two Hands was a lot of things, almost all of them not good. However, Revy liked to think of one of her few positive traits. Was the fact she could recognize and appreciate a good gun when she saw it. She had to admit the teenage twink sitting next to her had damn good taste. "Shadow Runner" She murmured reading the engraved words on it.
"We're here," Benny called out as he then parked the car.
As he got out of the car after holstering his gun. He looked up at the place called the Yellow Flag. Junsu noted it had an upper level that was probably used for prostitution. While the actual bar probably encompassed the whole bottom floor. He finished his cigarette and flicked the filter to the ground. As the group walked in, they immediately stopped with the door only a few steps behind them. There was quite the sight in front of them.
The bar was filled with normal patrons but directly in a large space in the center. Was a group of men who by looks were definitely a part of the cartel and they were staring down someone. Then he took note of the person standing a few feet away from the cartel members.
It was a pale-skinned young woman with waist-length dark purple hair that is tied in low pigtail braids with square bangs hanging over her eyebrows, blue eyes, and large, thick, and overly round glasses. She wore a long maid uniform and a cross necklace. She was also carrying a briefcase and an umbrella.
Junsu wasn't sure why but the moment he laid eyes on the maid. His instincts immediately flared up. This woman, whoever she was. She was dangerous, that was undeniable to him.
"Roberta" Garcia muttered softly to himself though it didn't go unnoticed by Junsu.
The teen quickly recalled the kid had said that name earlier.
BOOM!
A thunderous boom echoed throughout the bar. One of the cartel members flew back and crashed through a table. Very much dead with his chest now resembling Swiss cheese. Apparently, the umbrella was a shotgun in disguise.
"Dutch, I know what I want for Christmas!" Revy stated with some glee.
Junsu's reaction was not nearly as enthusiastic.
"Mother fucker, why is it always me lately?"
Then everything went to shit.
XxX
A/N: Yep, it's time for Rasta Blasta to go down. I'll admit, I may be having a little too much fun incorporating the BL into the SF verse. Though at the same time, I'm enjoying it so much. I can't really find it in me to care that I might be having too much fun with it. Let's see how well Junsu keeps it together while he has to deal with someone like Roberta. Till next time!
