From one simple cup of noodles to two cans of beer and a bag of gummy bears with a strawberry milkshake on the side. Jongin raised a brow in disgust when the ridiculously dressed male started mixing the ingredients up in the same glass of milkshake.

“Would you like a taste?” The brown eyed male asked as he poked a few floating gummy bears with a chopstick. Jongin shook his head no with a light frown as he quietly observed the silly other male. For some reason and for the first time in a long time, Jongin felt quite comfortable and charmingly entertained by someone else’s companionship. It’s been a hectic long day and the Chinese male’s goofy personality made Jongin’s tense body and mood loosen a bit. It was odd, how someone like Kim Jongin found peace in the presence of someone like…well whatever his name was. Then it hit him, he’s been sitting next to the other boy for at least an hour or so now and still didn’t ask him for his name or even tried to make a decent conversation with him to kill the awkwardness that was slowly but surely looming around them. Although as it seemed, only Jongin was feeling that awkwardness. He was about to open his mouth and ask the brown haired male for his name when the latter spat a few sticky gummy bears out of his mouth with furrowed brows. Jongin felt like puking at the obnoxious sight. Actually, puking is an understatement, what Jongin felt was the dire need to push the glass away from the other boy’s reach and maybe even punch him square in the face for his absolute lack of manners. Any ridiculous thought he previously had about that boy being remotely cute vanished into thin air.

“It’s not as yummy as I imagined it will be.” The brown haired male mumbled quietly to himself as he made funny grimaces with his face; slender fingers busy taking the remaining gummy bears out of the glass in the most gut-wrenching way possible. Jongin decided then and there that it was officially time to leave. Another minute with that crazy male promised nothing but bad news.

“Err, I have to leave.” The Chinese male’s head shot up, eyes wide and mouth partly opened with milkshake foam sticking to the corners of his plump lips. “It was nice knowing you, but I need to go.”

“Oh,” Jongin couldn’t help but let his eyes trace every feature of the other male’s pale face. He was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous actually and in a weird way, his absurd personality fit perfectly with his soft delicate features and droopy earthy brown eyes. His face was a bit on the feminine side, with the deep dimples and the creamy flawless skin but still he wasn’t lacking on the masculine side, because his body was quite enticing, toned arms and lean thighs that made Jongin gulp and quickly take his gaze away. “But…I was kind of hoping to pay you back.” Jongin felt chills run up and down his spine at the last three words that left the other male’s mouth; pretty pink mouth that Jongin couldn’t help but stare in a sort of daze at.

“Pay me back?” The tanned male choked while the other male simply hummed with a nod. “This is nothing, don’t worry about it.” Jongin barely managed to add.

“No, I insist!” After a long while of silence, of them just staring at each other, Jongin finally managed to ask.

“H—how are you planning on paying me back?” The pretty male’s smile wasn’t as innocent as it was supposed to be to fully convince Jongin, but again who was Jongin to judge? And if he had to be honest, the other boy had him at ‘would you like a taste’. The Chinese male’s delicious looking lips and y body had him fantasying and dreaming about him in the most ways possible since those simple five words were uttered. So, getting paid back for a few snacks didn’t seem bad at all. Well for now it didn’t. 

They walked side by side in silence under a semi-dark sky, Jongin following the other male’s lead blindly without so much as a question; the sun slowly vanishing behind a beautiful mix of pink and orange hue. He didn’t really care about asking useless questions, what would he do at home anyway? This felt like an adventure sort of thing, meeting someone the way he met the other male, getting on each others’ bad sides then running into him by coincidence and actually enjoying his presence and then doing the unexpected by letting the slightly shorter male lead him into an unknown fate. Call him a hopeless romantic idiot or whatever you’d like but Jongin was bored. Bored of his tasteless life, bored of his abusive demanding father, bored of the obnoxious routine he was forced to follow and most importantly, bored of being alone.

Yes, Jongin was good looking—some would even call him a work of art or Adonis’ long lost son—but nobody really cared to deeply get to know him, all they ever saw was his face and decently built body, they never cared to look beyond his exterior façade. Jongin didn’t want that, Jongin had enough of that.  And yes, Jongin was filthy rich, anyone would love to be with him, but the money he had wasn’t his. In a glimpse, Jongin could easily be thrown out to the cruel world to face it all alone, his father wasn’t really trustworthy—he’s done it before to his mother—and then what? Where’s the glamour of the money he has now in that case?  

“My name is Zhang Yixing.” Jongin was brought back to reality by the other male’s soft voice. He stared at him for a minute, admiring how the warm shades of dusk danced in the most charming way over the other male’s delicate features. He silently gulped as he felt his heartbeat race. “You didn’t ask, so I thought I’d introduce myself.”

“Oh, eh…I’m Kim Jongin.” The other male chuckled lightly before mouthing an ‘I know’ that wasn’t meant to be noticed by Jongin. But Jongin did notice it, Jongin did notice how Yixing’s lips pursed and curled with every word his mouth formed. This was getting creepy, Kim Jongin was getting creepy. He was getting obsessed by every move the other male seemed to do, being it done unconsciously or deliberately, Jongin was totally hooked. Zhang Yixing, what a beautiful name.

“It’s a club, I used to work there so I always get a discount.”

“Hmm…?” Jongin stopped suddenly when the other male did as well and pointed with his finger to a place right in front of them. Neon lights and loud blasting rave music made Jongin realize that this was where they were heading to all along. A club. How would Yixing pay him back in a club? Perhaps a quicky in a long forgotten restroom? Or maybe this wasn’t what he’s been thinking at all.

“Don’t tell me you don’t drink.” Yixing raised a brow in anticipation and Jongin felt like banging his head with a wall.

“Drink? Alcohol you mean?”

“What else would you drink in a nightclub?”

“Isn’t a bit too early for nightclubs and alcohol?” Yixing grinned a wide dimpled grin at that.

“It’s never too early for a nice cold drink, and the club is bearable at this time of the evening. I don’t like it when it’s too crowded.” Jongin followed Yixing towards the brightly decorated building. He slightly covered his eyesight when they got closer, the lights were too bright, almost blinding. This was ridiculous, what was Jongin even doing following that insane alcoholic male around.

The place was definitely not what Jongin was used to, or what he expected to see to begin with. He felt out of place, he didn’t fit in with his black suit and the few patrons who were there obviously felt the same as they took his appearance from head to toe with judgmental loaded stares. The club walls were a dark shade of mahogany with black stripes doing nothing but making Jongin feel dizzy and ready to run his way out of this dumpster like club.

“You can order whatever you’d like, it’s on me don’t worry.” It’s on me don’t worry. Well if he had money then why did he make Jongin pay for his snacks earlier that evening? If he was such a gentleman and was offering free drinks to people he barely knew then why the hell did he act so broken and cute when he confessed how he was planning on simply running away after finishing that cup of noodles? What the heck was wrong with him? Was this all planned? What ulterior motives could he possibly be hiding? With those big innocent eyes and plump pouty lips, Jongin was afraid he’ll never manage to get his questions answered. He stared at Yixing’s lips for a second then tore his gaze away towards a bored looking bartender, who was staring intensely at him with dark eyes for whatever reason.

“Yixing.” The bartender casually said as he leaned over the counter and kissed the brown haired male on the lips with a smirk. Jongin’s eyes widened when Yixing kissed back with a hand buried into the taller male’s well groomed blonde locks. For some reason, Jongin felt sick to his stomach at the sight.

“Sehun.” The Chinese male breathed when he finally pulled back from the kiss; the other male still staring at him with a sly smirk on display.

“So, what do we have here?” Yixing chuckled as he brought his gaze back to Jongin. Finally he noticed I’m still here, Jongin thought as he faked a small smile towards the young seemingly amused bartender.

“You mean who do we have here. Well, this is Kim Jongin, my future Boss’ son.” Both other males' brows shot up, Sehun in sheer amusement and Jongin clearly taken aback by what the Chinese boy just stated. “Kim Jongin, this is Oh Sehun my—“

“Boyfriend.” Sehun cut the smaller male off as he offered his hand for Jongin to shake.

“Oh,” The tanned male glanced from Yixing’s shocked face to Sehun’s cocky smirk. “Well, I don’t know about the ‘Boss’ son’ part but your boyfriend owes me a few drinks and that’s why I’m here for.”

“I’m sure he does, Yixing is pretty good at owing other people all sort of things.” The Chinese male’s body tensed and Jongin couldn’t help but notice; a frown finding its way to settle on Yixing’s soft delicate features. Jongin didn’t know why he felt like wiping it off and making him smile that infamous dimpled smile of his. Though he quickly shook the thought away as he wasn’t supposed to think like that, because as it clearly showed Yixing already had a boyfriend, a vey possessive one to be quite precise.  Yixing laughed the comment off before turning his gaze back to Jongin, a half-hearted smile on display.  

“So, what would you like to have?” Again, Jongin glanced from Yixing to Sehun before settling his gaze on the bottles that were perfectly lined u