Sungyeol was very well aware of the current situation. He was being kissed by this jerk idol, Kim Myungsoo. The kiss reminded him of Woohyun. That night when he was too drunk to remember anything, but the marks on his body told him everything. He felt sick.

Sungyeol pushes Myungsoo away on the shoulders, “What the man.”

Myungsoo stands still, confused by his own actions. “I just went with the mood.”

“You went with the mood? Are you kidding me? How old are you? Five?” Sungyeol bitterly talked back. “This is exactly why I don’t ever want to see you.”

“Oh come on! Stop being a girl about it. It’s not like you’ve never been kissed before.” Myungsoo brought up.

It was true, Sungyeol had probably kissed Woohyun that night, but he was unconscious. He’ had never been kissed or has kissed anyone in a conscious state before though. Technically speaking, that could have been his first kiss. He wasn’t going to tell the younger boy. He couldn’t, Sungyeol would just end up being laughed at.

“Just leave me alone.” Sungyeol says to end the night.

Myungsoo scrapes the back of his neck and twitches. “You want a ride home?” he lastly offers.

Sungyeol just continues to walk without looking back. His eyes turn damp by the time he reaches the bus stop.

“I regret for meeting someone like you, Kim Myungsoo.” Sungyeol looks at the ground, as a tear slowly rolls down his left eye, to his cheek, and finally, hitting the floor.

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“Why. Why would you even come here? Leave me alone!!!” Sungyeol screams at L.joe, who was currently sitting patiently on a sofa in the lounge on the second floor.

“I really think you need to start finding a home Sungyeolie~ you stink too. Maybe you should shower first.” L.joe tries to be nice as possible and lets out a smile.

“I don’t care. I’ll just wash my hair later in the washroom.”

“I actually have a really good job posting for you! And you get paid daily!” L.joe caught Sungyeol’s attention, for once.

“Where. How. Explain now kid.” Sungyeol demanded.

“Park Hyatt Seoul Hotel. I have a close friend that works there and he’s the manager too! They have a job opening for a bartender position.”

“I can’t bartend.” Sungyeol admits.

“They’ll teach you! Training will shape you up in no time!” L.joe gives hope to the boy.

“Fine, let’s go there now.”

“I don’t think so Sungyeolie, not when you look and smell like that.”

“Oh god, what do you want me to do then?” Sungyeol was desperate.

“That why I brought this!” L.joe hands over a huge white paper bag, inside filled with brand named clothes and accessories. “Make over time!!!”

“God, please save me.” Sungyeol says looking up at the ceiling.

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“I look like some punk , selling myself out.” Sungyeol describes himself while walking into the bar.

“No, you look great hyung, it’s stylish.” L.joe complements himself for making the boy way better looking.

Sungyeol was wearing a black tank top with studs, making a fashion statement. He also wore a pair of Calvin Klein skin tight skinny jeans and a pair of red and black converse. They were now only one step away from the door to the manager’s office. L.joe knocked on the door. It opened. A tall boy in his late twenties greeted them in to sit down.

“I’m Lee Youngsoo, pleased to meet you.” Sungyeol bowed.

“Nice to meet you Youngsoo –goon. You can call me Han. Do you have any experience in bartending?” L.joe’s friend asked.

“I don’t, to be honest, but I learn quickly!” Sun