song: Fighter - SS501

(let's get a lil nostalgic shall we? xD)     ---   'Being tough means you get your together and do what you gotta do even if you're crumbling inside'   ---   "Hwang Kwanghee! Hwang Kwanghee!"   "Yah! Heechul-ah, Why are you shouting so much so early in the morning? People are still sleeping!"   "Ah, I'm...I'm sorry." He bowed profusely to the chicken rice stall ahjumma living next door to Kwanghee who appeared at her front door with her messy bed hair and fierce grogginess. She's also the owner of the small room Kwanghee rents.    He often forgot that unlike the chicken rice ahjumma, unlike his loud-mouth best dancer wannabe friend who came from small district but determined to make it big in this big city, his life is quite different. His days start sharp at three o'clock in the morning. The time where everyone was still deep in their sleep. Because he needed to compete to get oddjobs he could find, which most people wouldn't agree to do on the wee hours of the night. But he could, because he needed the money. Even here, at the very moment, he didn't felt he was too early, it was already 4:15a.m. And he was feeling even more uneasy than usual. He had not a single cash anymore left after the ahjussi landlord took away all the remaining money he had from his hard labour work for the past week.   He just realized that he's out of one job, and that scared him to no end, although he had a few more small jobs like distributing newspapers at the neigbourhood in the early morning and washing dishes at the chicken rice ahjumma's stall after her business ended. But that only earned him a small fortune. His short time employment to unload cargos at the dock which had filled most of his free time had ended yesterday. And that meant, he's almost jobless, and penniless.   That, was the most frightening thing, for him.   "Ahjumma, but where is Kwanghee? Is he sleeping inside? Can I come in?"   "Yah! Go back and sleep. How do I know if he's in or not? Aish." And with that, she slammed the door on his face.   'Aish, grumpy ahjumma.'   He turned to leave the place, but a strange sight captured his attention.   A tall girl with long wavy hair and wearing skinny jeans and a loose glittery red shirt walking towards him, with a smile.   He wasn't sure though if the reason he felt so disturbed was because she look damn ugly or because her smile seemed so familiar and reminded him of...   "Ya! Heechul-ah! Why are you just standing there stunned like idiot? Can't stand my beauty?"   "K...Kwanghee?!" He half-yelled in his high pitched almost girlish yelling voice. Probably both reasons for his unsettlement was correct. Indeed, the girl looked familiar and hella uglier the moment she started talking to him.   "Ya, I'm looking fabulous, right." He flipped the wig. Now that Kwanghee had reached right before him, his friend doesn't look that bad as a woman as he earlier thought, if only he would shut his mouth all the time since his voice just ruins it all.   "But why the hell are you dressed as girl? Gay much?"   "Hey! Since when does dressing as girl equals to gay? Pabo. This is...cosplay." Kwanghee hit his head lightly and then made his way inside his small rented room. Heechul followed behind silently.   "Yah, Jung Heechul. What do you want coming to my place this early? I thought you're always busy." He pulled out the wig from his head, revealing his already flattened real hair, Heechul noted.   "And what are you doing outside this late in woman's clothing and that ugly wig?"   "What ugly? Yah! This is from Designer Park okay. And I did a great job today. Nobody even noticed I wasn't a girl. Or at least, that's what it seemed. There's even a guy who said I danced really well and he wanted to get to know me afterwards. Tch, too bad he's not that hot t