The smell of wine and freshly brewed hot coffee, leather sofas and steamdryed suits. A dimly lit light irradiating the corners of the bar, where mysterious figures comfortably sit holding their glass of wine. As a bartender you get to meet a lot of people, each person carrying a different story with them. However, at a bar such things as backstories don't matter. The only thing that's important is leaving those memories and stories behind even if only for a few hours, until you decide

Hongbin sighs as he rubs the last of the residue from the rim of the glass. He looks over at his dingy bar with a couple of tables that were never occupied. Sure they had a couple of regulars, but that was only because of Taekwoon's beautiful voice.