Niel's POV

2.00 PM   What the hell happened last night? I looked to my surroundings. Bottles of soju were all over the place. My head is still spinning and I feel really sick. Oh God, drinking spree it must be. I realized that I was sitting on this couch, and there’s L.Joe-hyung still sleeping like baby. Wait, why didn’t he wear his pants? I pull on his training pants to cover up that silly duck boxer of his. Yah, hyung… you didn’t wear your sweatshirt right too… his belly button is cute though… I chuckled as I tidying his clothes. Then I realized something… I don’t have my pants too, I looked around and there it is, my jeans, lying on the floor.   I picked it up, put it back on, and stare at L.Joe-hyung… and a notion came up in my mind. Hell no. What the hell we did last night? Oh God… it can’t be… Nooo… oh God… oh dear God, I back sit on the couch, holding my head, close my eyes, trying to remember what happened. But nothing, nothing I can remember. Nothing at all. Ah, did we do it? Damn... in drunken night like last night....   I looked back to L.Joe-hyung. He’s snorting, his nose is really red. I put my hand on his forehead. No, he doesn’t have fever. I sigh with relieve. It must be the soju. Yeah, the soju we’ve been drinking all night, there are like, 5 bottles scattered around the room, one is still safely sealed, and 2 others are lying upside down near it, one is on the windowsill, and this one is broken, just beside the couch. Ah, how bothersome… I walked to the kitchen and drink a lot of water, wash my face at the sink and pick the broom to swept the shatters. I pull L.Joe-hyung’s coat from the shattered bottle so I can clean up the mess. I pinch its collar and about to throw it aside when a bright yellow brochure falls from its inner pocket. I took it and read it carefully;   "Berklee College Of Music Enrollment Details"   L.Joe-hyung interested to enroll at this college? That’s a great idea, though. Ah, but it’s located in the US. I flipped its page and read the course they offered. “Composition Major”. Composition… that’s the process of making songs right… L.Joe-hyung will be fit in well for this. Why didn’t he tell me?   I turned my head to L.Joe-hyung. He moaned and grumbled some random things. I giggled to see him like this. It’s been awhile he didn’t talk in his sleeps. There were times when he would get out from his comfortable bed just to snuggled beside me on this couch. And the next morning he really couldn’t recall his action and blamed me instead, saying that I wanted to take his bed. Hh, really… what a childish 5 years old.   I swept the rest of the shattered bottle and put them in the trash bin. Then I came back to sit on the couch. I held L.Joe-hyung’s right hand. He just put off the bandages yesterday. There are some stitch marks on it. This hand is a hand of a talented musician. He should put it for better use. Hyung, you shouldn’t waste your life as a part time waiter in some random restaurants...   "Nielie...", L.Joe-hyung slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them. "Hyung...", I folded the brochure hastily and put it in my jeans pocket. "Ugh... why so dizzy...", he sat up and put his head carelessly on my shoulder. "Let me bring you some water", I put his head on the couch backrest and bring him a glass of water. He drunk it in one shot. "Hum... I'm tired", he said, looking at me with drowsy eyes. "Yeah? you're the one who drained all of these soju bottles", I said. "Did I? I thought you drunk a lot too", he said, full with defense as always. "Aish, but you're the one who drunk nonstop, I just drunk couple shots. Look, you even broke a bottle on the floor, here, your coat, you spilled the soju on it", I threw the coat to his face. "Oh damn. My fave coat! are you sure it wasn't you?!", he said.   Um. Actually, I didn't know, but he's the one who slept closer to that side of the couch. So, it must be him. "Of course not. It's you~", I said nonchalantly. "Aaaaaa~ng... My coat", he hugged his coat tight and ready to sleep again. I think he didn't remember about the brochure. "Hyung, get up, it's 2 PM you know, I have appointment with Changjo at 4, would you like to come along?", I asked. "Huh? the contract it must be... wher