http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brt_QVrSrCc

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That night, L. Joe was out of his mind. All he did was drink and drink. He roamed the streets, helplessly drunk. L. Joe staggered and bumped into random people who gave him queer looks. He didn’t care but deeply downed his beer with closed eyes. A tear ran down the corner of his eye.

L. Joe shook the empty beer can. He tossed it away. He needed more. L. Joe went to the pojangmacha and drowned himself in soju. *Niel and ~~~~~. Niel and ~~~~~. Niel and ~~~~~.*

His close friend and his loving girl.

*No.* L. Joe squeezed the soju bottle in pain. He was about to pour himself a drink when someone yanked it away. L. Joe looked up and peered at the person. He frowned when it was Jiwoo. She sat in front of him and poured him a drink, “Soju isn’t good alone.”

L. Joe emptied the glass on the ground and poured himself a drink.

Jiwoo frowned and crossed her arms, “Why are you so hung up over her like this? She’s going to betray you, you know. Don’t you see the way Niel looks at her? She isn’t exactly saying no either.”

L. Joe stopped and glared at her, “If you’re going to add fuel to a burning house, I suggest you leave.” He poured himself another shot.

Jiwoo smirked and took his hand. L. Joe looked at her. She pouted, “I’m here for you, L. Joe. I always was. I’ll tend to your wounds from now on.” He didn’t look away. Jiwoo took the opportunity to ge