❂Sumiyoshi-kai (住吉会):

@Jeong Yunho❂(住吉会) The male before him seemed so relaxed despite the injuries covering his body. If Seongwu wasn't so distracted by the fact, he would've otherwise made some note about how Yunho was acting like an old yakuza uncle, with his lax appearance and lopsided smile. "We were supposed to have dinner with all the members, but here you all were getting into fights with random people," the former huffed exasperatedly. He wasn't truly angry with missing out on dinner — it wasn't as if he was looking forward to it in the first place — but witnessing the aftermath of the gang's activity was adding to Seongwu's frustration. "Say whatever excuses you want, but I'm patching you up."

Ignoring Yunho's teasing, the former disappeared into one of the other rooms and reemerged with a bundle of bandages in one arm and a box of traditional medicine in the other. "Your injuries aside, I'm kind of thankful you're bruised cause then you won’t run away from me," Seongwu said half-jokingly as he plopped down next to the other. Before pulling out all the materials he needed, he gestured to the other. "Move your ankle over here." Of course, he intended to treat the older gently, but he couldn't help being a bit rough moving Yunho's leg, just to spite him. "Now, what were you saying about 'just a sprained ankle?’," he goaded with a slight sneer.

Seongwu focused on the area of attention, carefully observing the other's ankle with a crease in his brow. Though it wasn't broke, it was obviously swollen and that meant Yunho wouldn't be able to walk normally on it for a few days. If he was a normal citizen, the former wouldn't be as worried; but because he was a yakuza, the thought of someone jumping the limping male was a strong possibility. Cracking open the medicine box, he grabbed a dark brown bottle of questionable liquid before soaking some bandages. He was used to the smell, of course, but the same couldn't have been said for others. Wrapping Yunho's ankle with the damp fabric, he made sure that the bandage was secure before turning his attention elsewhere on the male.

@Jeong Yunho❂(住吉会) It was a rare occurrence for Seongwu to show face at the Sumiyoshi–Kai house. And it was only at his father's bidding did he agree to go. Stepping into the entrance-way, he was greeted by a guard who bowed deeply in welcome. That's odd, the male thought. It was unusually quiet in the house – Seongwu half-expected someone to burst through the sliding door. But, no, most of the members were nowhere in sight. "Where is everybody?" he questioned the guard as he walked to the end of the hallway. "They had some business to take care of in the next ward over, sir. Something to do with a rival gang." "Ahh, I see," Seongwu responded aloud, adding under his breath, "Glad I avoided that mess."

Still, it was too unfortunate for him to come all the way here to just leave. So, against his better judgment, Seongwu decided to take a seat in the tea room and enjoy a cup himself. Not more than ten minutes after he settled down, however, did he hear the rumbling of cars in the driveway. Guess they're back, he reckoned, turning to get a better look at the doorway. As soon as the front door opened, the ruckus of laughter reached his ears. The gang members scurried to bow their heads, but Seongwu just waved them off, wondering why on earth they had such big grins on their faces when they had such big bruises to match. It wasn't until he saw a friendly face that his head perked up. "Yunho?"

Seongwu was flabbergasted – the male was practically being hauled in by their subordinates, who sat him on the couch. "Yeah, my father asked me to come by for dinner, but– what the hell happened to you?!" He eyed the injuries worriedly. Of course, he knew Yunho was an involved member of the gang, but he didn't realize just how reckless the boy had gotten.