"Hey, Hyung should we go home? You look drunk." Donghae said bringing me out of my random moment of introspection.

"Drunk? Me? I'm Bored. But let's just go I'll just have another round of drinks at home." I stood up from my chair but suddenly remembered something. "But here -- just pay with this later." I said as I tossed one of my cards to Kibum.

--- arriving home ---

I entered my penthouse and quickly looked for my bottle of whisky. I took a glass of it with me and went to the balcony. The beautiful night skyline of Macau twinkles before me. But I'm not amazed by it anymore. Just like how this large penthouse that everyone envies doesn't matter anymore. 

I really hate coming home sober from a party, it emphasizes the fact that I'll be coming home to this dark and empty apartment with no one waiting for me. I'm really alone here. I guess my father really liked his "new son" better than his real one.

As I finish half the glass of alcohol in one shot, my phone that I left on the kitchen bar started ringing. I went to it and saw who's calling. 'Father'

"Oh, speaking of the devil."