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At the age of twenty one, Minseok went his work place take his first alcoholic drink (even though he works at one as a bouncer).

He was at the BunBun Bar, sitting alone, twirling a bottle of soju slowly with one hand. Luhan was fifteen so he had his own agenda with or without Zitao.

Minseok, in truth, was getting tired.

He still had two jobs to pay rent, Luhan's phone bill, electicity, utilities, and a bunch of other things. So he barely had enough to get himself something.

He inhaled then let it out slowly.

Minseok felt lonly. He wanted to be in a relationship, but also liked his personal space and to be alone.

"Hey, sweetheart. Why the long face? It is your birthday, right?" A soft tone inquired followed by someone sitting beside him.

Minseok glanced over, giving a small smile. "Hey, Baekhyun."

"Seriously, Minnie. What is wrong?"

He didn't brush off the others embrace, rather leaned into it. "I'm tired, Baekhyun. I just don't know if I'm doing anything right for Luhan, anymore."

Baekhyun, the bartender, snuggled close. "Mianhae, Minseok."

Minseok slouched, "He's fifteen and has his own views of things. I'm seriously at a loss. He wants to do a lot of things, but we just don't have the money."

Baekhyun rubbed his shoulders. They had known each other since senior of high school, so they were s