Kim Kibum had never heard of the bar called RED before, but after going at the recommendation by a couple of his clients, found out why he had been so quickly ushered towards this place. He's instantly captivated by the nightly singer, Kim Jonghyun, and the man's otherwordly charms worm their way into Kibum's heart before the fearless man could even fathom them.

'Nothing about the bar had impressed him thus far, nothing stood out to make it noteworthy. That is until he came out. Now Kibum understood why he had been recommended to this place. The man was seemingly otherworldly in his beauty, cheekbones sculpted by the hand of an angel surely, a jawline sharp enough Kibum feared he could cut himself on it, lips just beautifully curved into the smallest smile naturally and supple enough he wanted to nibble on them, fashionably dressed to accent his frame without being overbearing, hair bleached blonde in his undercut a bright beautiful pink mop on top.'