L.Joe's POV

4.00 PM   "You're going home early today?", asked Hoya-hyung, he's Dongwoo-hyung's friend. He's a well-known underground rapper working to become a producer, I don't know why is he still doing his part time in this cafe. "Yeah, I have something to do", I said. "You better be, I heard you're working last Sunday", he said. "Of course, have to pay the rent", I said. "Ah I see.. nice to see a young kid working hard like you", he said. "Sure, hyung... I've been working hard whole my life... ahh really. Can't be helped", I whined. "Hahaha... keep up your spirit", he patted my back. "Okay then, hyung, see you tomorrow~", I put on my coat and ready to go.   I never work like this to earn money. It was either stealing or dealing with some shady businesses. That gangster life I had before, feels like a totally strange world now. Just kicking some asses, and got money. Isn't that easy... but I don't wanna go back to that place anymore. Walking aimlessly in that world, it's too lonely. Now that I have Niel to welcome me back home... I'll do whatever I can to maintain this life I chose.   I caught my own reflection on one display window near Woohyun-hyung's cafe. I stopped and watch it for awhile. Should I dyed my hair again? is it stood out too much?. I saw the passing people around me, most of them let their black hair shines. It's a sign of superior genetics. All of special agents have intense black hair. Natural white hair like mine is the worst genetic trait ever. And you're either punks or idols to have colored hair. But ah, didn't Niel like my white hair. He always bring it up. I should make a great dinner for both of us. I will make him remember what day is today from now on. The wind blew my hair hardly. I look up to the sky. Please don't rain just yet.   I keep walking against the harsh wind, why is this area have the worst weather around... though I admit all of these colorful European styled buildings looking best when it's against the dark sky. Sometimes I found this city's cheerful manner is so fake, like, all those idols singing on billboards with their smiles and high pitched voices. Are they really that happy? are their lives that good? isn't that just another work to do. The products they advertise, don't they just sell some lies. But people don't care, we never want to see what's behind those pops of colors, we don't want to see the black sky, we avoid the rain, we just went inside and take shelter from it.   I entered Woohyun-hyung's cafe. I noticed that he had placed a new wooden sign hung beside the entrance door. It says "Infinite Cafe". Ah, so this cafe called Infinite. I couldn't manage to read the old sign since it was very eroded. And Woohyun-hyung's never tell his cafe's name anyway. It's funny to think that we've been hanging out in this place for a year and never knew its official name.   "Hyung~!", I went to the kitchen and Woohyun-hyung is there, watching other chefs working. "Ah, L.Joe-ya... I prepared your order there", Woohyun-hyung show me the dinner set I requested yesterday. I actually kinda embarrassed to asked him for this. But, what can I do to have a special dinner without some money to spare?.   "Whoa... daebak... Thank you hyung!!", I looked at the beef set and an awesome cake lied down beautifully on the corner. "I'll tell someone to brought them to your apartment, give me your address", said Woohyun-hyung. "Sure", I reached the post it on the fridge and write our address down. Woohyun-hyung picked that post it and giving order to one of his worker. He's the coolest when he's in charge like this. "Hyung, thank you so much", I can't express how thankful I am. "Sure sure, I like making meals for both of you", said Woohyun-hyung being caring as always. He leads me to my favorite table in the corner. I see the rain slowly pouring down and the distant thunders clapping.   "Where's Sungyeol-hyung?", I realized that the bar is so empty without his presence. "Ah... he's...", Woohyun-hyung looked to the outside, searching for his words to come. Somehow I feel it's something I'm so afraid about. "Is he with Niel?", I asked. "Yeah, look, Niel has a gig in The Verve, Sungyeol's friend place, that's why they both went together. L.Joe-ya... don't worry, it will ended right at 5 o'clock. Niel will come home on time", he rubbed my shoulder. "Huh? Of course. It's alright", I just smile at him. I know he will have a gig today, I just don't know that Sungyeol-hyung has something to do with it. I unconsciously reached my mobile, but ah... should I just believe him this one time.   "Would you like some cakes? coffee?", offered Woohyun-hyung. "A warm coffee would be nice in this weather", I replied. "Ok", Woohyun-hyung called one waiter to make us two hot coffees. I look at my cup of coffee, that creamy color of my latte, just like Niel's hair. "I talked to Niel before, asking how you two been doing", said Woohyun-hyung. "Ah, we're fine", I said. "Really?", said Woohyun-hyung. "Didn't Niel say the same thing, we're always fine, hyung", I smiled. Woohyun-hyung just smirked at my answer. I don't wann