Salin stared at the metallic mask. Today, he was going to wear it for the first time. Officially, he'd become one of them.
With all the privileges, he wasn't being thrown into just any team. He was paired with two of the best from the current generation: Thomas and Jaeho.
He pouted at the mirror when he saw the uniform. The dark, tight blazer made him look like some straight guy from a bank commercial. A caricature. He pulled off the white shirt without hesitation and wore just the blazer, left open down to his chest. No buttoning up to the collar.
— Dude, don't do that in front of two very active gays — Jaeho said, watching the scene with a crooked smile.
— Sexy — Thomas commented. — We're not castrated, man.
Jaeho chuckled, already leaning against the wall.
— Though you almost were, weren't you?
Thomas rolled his eyes.
— Almost? — Salin frowned.
Thomas lifted his left hand. Three normal fingers. One twisted index finger. And no pinky.
