[authors note]: jundong again b/c I am trash. Also wrote this instead of working. How am I allowed to adult? I wrote two alternative epilogues for you to pick.    He is a drug dealer; scum of the earth; a piece of trash. He knows that. He knows that he's all of those things. He knows he shouldn't want more; doesn't deserve more. But he's selfish. Always has been. Always will be.    He remembers the first night he had walked in. He was so innocent, so lost at the party hosted in his crappy backyard. He remembers watching as the other stumbled around, trying to avoid the masses of people, while dressed in his impeccable Saint Laurent shirt and Givenchy trousers. He moved from his seat on the back deck, slowly stalking up to him, joint in hand, ready to promise him a new world. But Jinhwan-hyung stops him, grins at him, before pulling him down into a kiss.  He's never known what he is to Jinhwan-hyung. A friend? A boyfriend? Or just the guy who gets him high?  He smiles into the kiss nonetheless before slowly pulling away. "Where's Hanbin?" Jinhwan-hyung tries to say other the loud music, the bass filling their eardrums. He read his lips, inwardly sighing before pointing back to the house. As he watches Jinhwan-hyung walk away, he turns his attention back to the lost male, circling around him before finally walking up behind him to whisper in his ear, "Alright there, sunshine?" He doesn't know where sunshine came from, but he just reminds him of those sunny days when he would skip class to sell weed behind the school dumpster.  He stares wide-eyed, tripping over his words when he turns around to stare at him, "I-I, uh, I'm, uh, f-fine." "Come on, let's go somewhere quiet." He tilts his head back towards the house.  "I, uh, I'm here with a f-friend." "And who might that friend be?" "Junhwe!" He turned around at the sound of his name to see Jinhyung walking towards him. "I see you met Donghyuk. He's my baby cousin." Jinhyung cooed, pinching his cheeks.  The aforementioned grimaced, pulling away, "I'm like five months older than you."  Jinhyung ignores him, instead clapping a hand on his back and smiling dopily at him. He can tell he got a few good hits from Hanbin-hyung, his eyes just starting to glaze over. "Donghyuk-ah, this is Junhwe. He lives here with Hanbin-hyung."  He's known Jinhyung for a few years now; a rich player who spends daddy's cash like nobody's business. He's always interested in whatever new product they're carrying and uses his black card to make lines of on the hood of his Maserati.  "Donghyuk's never been to a party. Isn't that insane?" He cuddles into his cousin's neck, sighing heavily before turning back to him with a lopsided grin. "You can show him a good time, right? Because I think I gotta go freshen up." He drawls with a wink, leaving behind his cousin as he crashes his way back to the house.    Donghyuk is every bit as innocent as he had pegged him; he can barely take a hit of weed without trying to cough his lungs out. But his pupils are blown wide and he stares at him like he's his whole world. He likes this feeling. He likes this blatant trust that Donghyuk instills in him.    "I heard you met Jinhyung's cousin." Hanbin-hyung passes him the joint.  "Yeah." He blows a ring out.  "Cute, huh? Jinhwan-hyung knows 'em." "Really?" The smoke leaves their living room hazy.  "Yeah, they went to prep school together." He chokes out a chuckle, "Of course, he's a prep school nerd." Hanbin-hyung holds back his own laugh, "Don't get too attached." He doesn't know what Hanbin-hyung is talking about.    Donghyuk comes back the next Sunday. He's still got that wide-eyed innocence as he stands on their front porch, dressed in a Dolce & Gabbana sweater and Prada slacks.  "Back again?" He smirks teasingly, watching as he fidgets in those expensive, Italian leather loafers.  "I, uh, yeah..." He doesn't know how easy it would be to corrupt him; how easy it would be just wreck him, completely ruin him.  "Come on in then." He steps aside, silently laughing when Donghyuk grimaces at the state of their house.  He tosses him a little plastic baggie and a pipe. "Figured you don't know how to roll a joint."  He doesn't refute, just nods and waits for further instruction.    He remembers vaguely sitting on his ratty old couch as Jinhwan-hyung sat in Hanbin-hyung's lap, sharing smoke between them in the midst of their giggling. Their TV is on low volume, a reassuring hum of words, as pictures move across the screen before he sees Donghyuk presented in the evening entertainment portion. He's wearing another tailored suit from Gucci and stands beside a grinning rapper.  "Oh, it's Donghyuk." Jinhwan-hyung is turned in Hanbin-hyung's lap, back pressed firmly against the latter's chest.  "Who's that next to him?" Sometimes he's thankful Hanbin-hyung asks all the questions he refuses to. "Bobby, his fiancé." He almost chokes on his beer but manages to swallow the rest down, listening intently to the conversation to his right.  "His fiancé? I didn't know he was engaged." "Yeah, I don't really know all that much. But from what I've heard, Bobby is like an old childhood friend. They've known each other for years. I also heard Bobby proposed on his own private yacht. Crazy, right?" Jinhwan-hyung quirks an eyebrow. Hanbin-hyung just nods before grabbing the pipe again.  They go back to hushed conversations and stolen kisses so he focuses on the screen again. Watching as an attractive woman explains all the 'juicy' details of this new engagement.    He's not proud; he bought one of those trashy tabloids with those "Tell-All!" details plastered on the cover as he waited in line at the supermarket. His eyes race over the words.  "Ever since he was eighteen, Bobby has taken the world by storm. The son of a hotel magnate and his supermodel wife, the young heir has always seemed destined for fame. He launched a successful rap career at nineteen, nabbing first place at the famous Show Me The Money competition, and he seemed like he would never settle down.  Always surrounded by actresses and supermodels, the world was convinced he would live as another rapper drowning in luxury; however, Bobby turned negative stereotypes around when it was revealed he was engaged! And to none other than Kim Donghyuk, the second son of a very wealthy construction company CEO and his former Miss Korea wife.  Close sources revealed that the two were actually childhood friends as their fathers were college roommates at Harvard Business School. Our source stated, "We've always known they'd end up together. They've been in love since forever ago."  As the news that the couple were engaged made it's way around the entertainment sphere, after being spotted on the rapper's private yacht in the Caribbean, the couple made their first public appearance at the Grammy's, where Bobby won for artist of the year.  While media coverage has increased tenfold for the rapper's fiancé, who has enjoyed a more sheltered lifestyle, it seems there's still a lot we don't know about the young man. Reports revealed Kim Donghyuk is two years younger than Bobby, attended YG Preparatory School for much of his educational career, graduated Magna Laude from Princeton, and has known the other rapper since he was five years old. There has been no reports about his current job status.  So exactly how did Bobby propose? I'm sure we all expect a newsworthy coverage over the proposal. Although, the betrothed couple have yet to comment, close sources revealed exactly what went down at the proposal.  Spending a week in the Caribbean for the rapper's December birthday, the couple and a few close friends enjoyed some time on Bobby's private 80-foot yacht. As the weekend drew to a close, the rapper proposed to Kim Donghyuk at sunset with a ring rumored to cost upwards of $1.8 million dollars. Sources say while many of their close friends always knew these two would end up together, Bobby still managed to surprise his fiancé with the proposal." He doesn't manage to finish the rest of the article, tossing it in a trash bin on his way out of the store to avoid getting caught by Hanbin-hyung waiting in their car.    Donghyuk stops by on a Thursday night; Hanbin-hyung is out for the night, he suspects with Jinhwan-hyung, so he's alone at the house when he hears quiet knocking.  Opening the door, he didn't know what to expect; he guesses he should've seen this coming. Donghyuk dressed in another obnoxious outfit that he suspects is Chanel, shy smile on his lips, and hushed whispering asking if he could come in. He slides to the left, letting the smaller male walk past, inhaling a scent of citrus and clean linen. It's like a breath of fresh air in this clouded one-story house.    He's not sure how it started but Donghyuk comes by more often, always when Hanbin-hyung is out, and with a small grin. He also carries with him a plethora of food after complaining that Junhwe had nothing to satisfy his crav