Time went by and it’s been over a month since WooBin came back. He’s been working on few of his father's cases, meeting his old friends, going to the restaurant and listening to the boy whose name he still does not know. His mother was driving him crazy with stupid questions –“Have you met someone in New York?? Why haven't you introduced me to anyone?? Is there someone who are you interested?? I can introduce you to my friend's daughter or … um, son if you want.”- saying the last part with a blush. At that WooBin just groans, rolls his eyes and walks away.

Since he told them that he kind of “does not care" about the gender, his mother always adds boy at the end. He was really happy that his parents accepted him, but his mother still looked embarrassed, not because she was ashamed of him, it’s just when she pictured his son with a cute boy, a little blush would make its way on her cheeks and she would turn around and giggle, like she was a teenage girl.

It was Saturday evening and after a really exhausting week he was sitting in the bar of the restaurant he frequently visited, his jacket hanging on the back of a stool and sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to the mid-arms. Trying to relax himself, he was leaning towards the counter and sipped on a whiskey. The restaurant was saturated with the heavy smell of smoke and alcohol, though Woobin’s senses were concentrated on the soothing voice of a young singer at the piano. He closed his eyes listening to the sweet sounds that leaved those full, red lips Woobin wanted to kiss so much. Suddenly he was pulled out of his reverie with a low, slightly velvety voice of a man.

-“May I sit next to you??”- 

WooBin opened his eyes and looked on his right. There was standing a tall, young man, though not younger than him. He was dressed in an expensive dark suit, with styled hair and looked at WooBin with a mischief in his eyes and a little teasing smile on his lips. He eyed the man and nodded, pointing to the stool next to his.

-“May I ask, what a young man like you is doing here all alone??”- interrogated the stranger.

-“Well, I think this is a quite good place to come and enjoy myself. Don’t you think so??”- WooBin said with smile. He watched as the man pointed to the bartender and ordered a drink and in a minute he was sipping on the same high class whiskey.

-“Yes, you are right, it is… So, are you alone or waiting for someone??”- The man asked leaning a little bit closer to WooBin.

-“I was but it seems I am not anymore.”- WooBin said with a smirk, lifting the glass of half empty glass of his drink and taking I little sip from it.

-“Hmm…”- The man emptied his glass and then turned to WooBin putting a hand to his arm, slowly trailing up to the shoulder, leaning close to his head and whispered seductively in his ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. –“What do you say we keep our company in a more pleasurable way? I’d like to get to know you … much closer.”- Woobin felt the hand on his shoulder tighten and lips brushing his ear as he said the last part.

-“Sounds tempting…”- Woobin smirked in his drink. He put the glass on the counter, turned to the right and looked directly in the man’s eyes -“Yet, I came here to relax, and not…”-

-“Oh, believe me, you won’t be disappointed.”- The man cut in Woobin’s words -“I wish we weren't out in public, if we were alone, I’d show you some of my talents.”- He continued not bre