A/N: I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, but here you go. The fic is about halfway done now~

Everything about the party was making Kyung uncomfortable. There was laughter, dancing, yelling, singing, and the overall chaos that accompanied a party. Everyone was having fun, and no one was including Kyung. He’d been there for half an hour practically alone in a sea of people, already wanting to leave, when a familiar smiling face approached him.

Yukwon gave a small wave as he navigated through the crowd towards Kyung. He was surprised that his old friend was even approaching him; he was certain that he hated him, too. But from the look of Yukwon’s bright smile, that didn’t seem to be the case. “Kyung-ah!” He moved to give him a hug, thought better of it, and dropped his hands to his side. Kyung was a little thankful for that; hugging Yukwon after not seeing him for nearly a year would have been a little awkward. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Unsure what to say, Kyung gave a small shrug and smile. “I haven’t been here very long. I’ve just been…you know,” he said as he motioned to his cup, “just hanging around, I guess.” Kyung felt unbelievably awkward, but Yukwon didn’t seem to mind. He’d always liked that about Yukwon; he didn’t ever want anyone to be uncomfortable, so he always tried to ease any awkwardness. He mentioned that he was headed towards the kitchen for a drink. Kyung didn’t want any, but he followed the man anyway. It was better than standing alone at a party.

“I didn’t know you still hung out with Minhyuk,” Yukwon said as he pulled out a beer from a cooler. He popped it open, first offering some to Kyung. The man refused; he would not drink.

He shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t. He invited me and…it’s always been hard to say no to him.”

“Same,” Yukwon replied after downing nearly half of the bottle in one gulp. “I didn’t really want to come until I saw the address. I’ve always wanted to see what this place looked like on the inside.”

Kyung nodded and glanced around the apartment. It was huge – too big for one person, he thought – with a house bar, an enormous kitchen and living room, and who knew how many bedrooms. “How the hell does he even afford this place?”

“Well, he’s modeling now. Didn’t you know?” Kyung shook his head in response. “Really? I don’t see how you can avoid it. I see his ads everywhere in Gangnam and whenever I pick up some sort of fashion magazine. Always the same damn angle, too.” Yukwon struck overdramatic poses, moving his shoulders around wildly while never moving his head away from the ‘camera.’ Kyung laughed, and it almost felt genuine.

Yukwon was about to say something else when he was interrupted by a loud commotion near the front door. Both men turned their heads as a small crowd gathered, hands shooting out to greet the newcomer. Yukwon frowned and downed the rest of his drink. “Well, I wonder who that could be,” he said darkly as he set the empty bottle on a table. Shouts of ‘what’s up, Jaehyo!’ met their ears, and Yukwon sighed heavily. “Guess I should go say hi.” He left Kyung along, failing to notice all of the color had drained from his face.

He knew Jaehyo would show up. He knew that. So why was hi