The party is dreary. All lights and fancy champagne served in crystal glasses. He leans against the marble wall of the ballroom, silently observing all the well suited men and elaborately dressed women waltz past him. He silently listens to the orchestra play some symphony by a dead composer as he looks at the champagne bubbles dissipate in his glass.  He continues to stare as a pair if couples began a private conversation close by. He doesn't mean to but he overhears each word they say.  "Did you hear about Kim Hanbin?"  "Of BI Records?" "Yeah, him. He apparently brought his new boy toy tonight."  "Really? I wonder what he's like? I bet amazing in bed." One of the guys smirked as he nudged his buddy while the girls shot disapproving looks.  "Well, whoever it is, I bet he's only with him for the money."  "BI Records' sales are doing well. I heard the stock went up." "I also heard his boy toy is quite poor. Apparently, Hanbin picked him off the streets." "Probably a beggar or worse, a e."  "Well, then I want a taste of this boy toy." The girls rolled their eyes while the boys high fived.  "But, I will say this. Hanbin was spotted a jewelry store last week." The man added.  "Probably to buy the something 'pretty.' To make him feel appreciated."  "Whatever it is, my friend said its worth ten grand."  "That's ridiculous! All that money on some cheap lay?"  He had heard enough. His grip on the champagne flute had whitened before he