Sighing slightly to himself, a teen in his late nineteens slid a text book he was holding aside. The old, mouldy book slid to a halt in front of the boy. Its edges torn, and the corners of the pages rounded from overuse. The book itself smelled a little funky as well. There were stains from practically all sorts of food the book had to endure all those years since it was published. From what looked like spaghetti sauce to a coffee stain, you guessed it. What bothered the male wasn't that the book looked old and disgusting. What actually bothered him was that it was outdated. The textbook itself was written ages ago, mentioning each and every detail as if it was a myth. The author himself probably didn't even trust in his own knowledge when he wrote the 500 pages inside.

Letters practically engraved to the cover with “Creatures of the Dark” in big, bold letters. The male muttered something under his breath before earning himself a smack on the head from another male. “Hey! Quit being lazy and actually read that !” the other yelled, voice scolding his friend. This male was tall, with blue or turquoise hair, and looked much older than the one lying on the table like a dead corpse.

“Aish-- goddammit! Hyung, you know I hate it when you mess with my hair like that...” the male sitting on the table growled, sitting up again before fixing his blond hair. Youngbae. Future hunter. The male lost his parents at a young age in the middle of the night. The reason he got from many people were because they were taken away by beasts and killed. Of course, the boy didn't believe it at first. He never believed in monsters. Ever since he was five, he'd thought it was childish to believe in such things as mythical creatures. His family came from a religious background, after all. They attended church every Sunday. He was an obedient boy who did everything he was told of his parents. Until they suddenly disappeared. The boy found himself being taken from group after group of adults, all of them discussing his fate. No one knew who to give the little boy to since he still hadn't reached legal age. Finally, a family had stepped up. Two parents giving him their warmest smiles making Youngbae feel warm on the inside. He was distracted, however, when he saw the little boy standing between them. The child, probably a few years younger than Youngbae, gripped to his mother's finger. His tiny hand wrapping around his mother's finger so tight it was like he was afraid that she'd disappear if he let go. The male had always wanted a little brother, someone to take care of, so he felt happier on the inside when he was told that this was the family they'd decided to put him in.

Living with a new family took him a while to adjust to. He had to learn the name of the younger boy, which he found hard to do since he was never good with names. Lee Seungri. The boy had a pretty name, and the elder decided to protect the younger no matter the cost. He didn't want to lose anyone again. Youngbae grew attached to the younger male. Seungri was scared of the dark because he always saw something moving outside his window. Each time he noticed them, they'd disappear, contradicting his own emotions. The younger looked to the older every time he was scared at night, so the two boys often slept together, growing closer and closer, just like brothers would. That was until Seunghyun came into the younger's life.

One day, Youngbae came home from school to find the younger, pressed up against the wall, standing between the wall and another male. The younger's arms clung to the taller and older looking man as he pressed against the other. The elder barely noticed Youngbae standing there, jaw dropped, until the younger pulled away after hearing the door open.

Seungri's face was of shock, opening his mouth slightly as he fought for words, anything he could say to Youngbae who he considered his sibling now. “Y-yah... welcome home, I didn't know you'd be home so soon this isn't what it looks like, hyung!” his words flew from his mouth in a nervous stream as he pushed the other off of him. “This is my tutor and well, he was trying to remove a speck of dust from the wall, and then a bee flew by and he killed it!” the boy nodded smartly, sticking his hands in his jean pockets as Youngbae quirked a brow up, lips pursing slightly. Silence filled the air for a moment as Youngbae debated whether to laugh at his friend's lame excuse or be angry that he snuck a guy in the house and was clearly kissing him from the looks of it. He never knew Seungri was gay. Every time he'd seen the younger, he was always surrounded by girls, and 'gay' was the last thing Youngbae would think of when it came to Seungri.

“With your lips? Show me the bee, please I'd like to see the results. If killing bees with your lips actually helped that much, I'd like to try it too.” he spoke smartly, smirking at the two. The elder who was supposed to be Seungri's tutor smirked slyly as he turned to look at Youngbae. Youngbae, on the other hand, gave the elder a questioning look, amused at their first encounter.

“Yo. Choi Seunghyun here, and I'm Seungri's boyfriend.” he claimed proudly, grinning deviously as Seungri's jaw dropped from the bold confession. Youngbae, on the other hand, wasn't surprised, crossing his arms in front of the other.

“Hurt him and you'll deal with me.” he said simply, voice calmly as he gave the elder an innocent smile.

Who knew that years later, the tables would turn? “Hey, Bae! Pay the attention!” the elder snapped the blond out of his own thoughts. Youngbae looked up at Seunghyun from the table he was lying on. He'd finally decided to go after the things that killed his parents. Seunghyun's parents had seen a lot of creatures normal humans wouldn't have been able to encounter, thus the suggestion came to Youngbae one day when Seungri and Seunghyun were talking about it in his dorm. At least the male would have something to look forward to: finally killing those that killed his loved ones. Youngbae would do anything to get his hands on those creatures. He wanted to hunt, but these textbooks just didn't do anything but bore the boy to his bones. The world needed more hunters. People who hunted for these creatures. There's already too many people writing about them, and it's pointless to Youngbae. Would people rather write about criminals instead of arresting them? Why couldn't humans just do more action and less talking? That's why the blond hated humans sometimes. They complain, whine, hate those vile creatures, and yet they don't do about it.

“Why can't I just go out and kill them for God's sake? I much rather do something beneficial than sit here reading this old excuse of a book.” he muttered, poking at the book and retracting his hand to rub his thumb and index finger, brushing off invisible dust. He sighed softly, frowning as he stared at the book grumpily. When Seunghyun suggested he'd go hunt for those creatures, Youngbae was excited and thought he'd actually be able to meet some of them. He was immediately disappointed, however, when the elder took him to the public library.

“You know you'll need to know at least something about these creatures if you're going to kill them. Please don't tell me you were planning on boxing with them with your bare hands because Seungri's going to kill me.” Seunghyun said, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the younger's stupidity. Seungyhun was taught a lot from his parents about beasts and these sorts of creatures, but that was a long time ago, and he needed to relearn everything again if he wanted to help his friend.

Nodding, the blond knew his hyung was right. He was unarmed, and had nothing on him to use if he were dragged into a one on one battle with a creature that's at least ten times stronger than him. Yet, Youngbae was still impatient. When can they get this over with? He wanted to move on in his life. He needed to kill those goddamn beasts before they do anything sketchy. As they read to their heart's content, the male couldn't help but feel someone, or something, plotting something disastrous, and that made the younger feel highly uncomfortable.

Just then, the youngest of them came bursting into their study room, hands full with drinks from Starbucks. Two large Caramel Frappuccinos and one large Double Chocolatey Chip sat in a brown cup holder, three straws placed neatly in the centre of them. Grinning, the two males stood and headed over to the younger to greet him. Seungri placed the brown drink holder carefully on the table before plopping on to a seat close to Youngbae before leaning over the table, taking out the Double Chocolatey Chip. The other two took out their drinks as well. “You guys actually made me go all the way out there to buy this stuff. You're mean!” he complained, frowning more to himself than to the others. He hated the way the two elders made him go out on errands just because he's younger. They should get off their lazy asses once in a while. He grinned deviously to himself. 'I'll make them do that for me on my birthday. We'll see how they like that!' he thought before Youngbae playfully smacked him upside the head, causing him to yelp out in surprise, rubbing his head.

“What'chu thinking about, smiling like you just got away with a crime?” he asked Seungri teasingly. The blond knew just about everything when it came to the younger boy. He knew when Seungri was plotting something and didn't hesitate to prove that to him.

Seungri whined, frowning as he from the straw after ripping oven the wrapper and violently jabbing the straw into his drink. “Just that you two need to get off your lazy butts to do stuff too, instead of making me do all your dirty work.” he stated clearly, Eyes narrowed at the two males he'd known and been close with for so long.

Their conversations each time were almost always the same, so hearing that from Seungri was pretty normal. Although, Seunghyun still couldn't resist teasing his lover from that statement. He was a bully and he knew this, yet Seungri was just so bully-able. Who wouldn't ? “Aww, is our Riri tired? That means you're getting out of shape. We're going to have to work harder from now on. We don't want to grow fat do we?” he smirked playfully at his lover, who gasped, pouting at him in return. Seunghyun simply walked over to the other and kissed the other's lips softly before breaking it. “Love you too.” he said as he left a speechless Seungri to sit with his thoughts.

Youngbae shook his head at the two. As much as they loved showing affection with each other, and how cute they acted around each other, the blond just couldn't bring himself to tolerate so much affection. It was weird and creepy. He hated when girls act all coy and affectionate around him when they try to grab his attention. Why did people have to do that when they could just be blunt and express themselves directly? He'll just never understand girls the way some guys would. Sipping from his Frappuccino, the boy stared aimlessly at his drink, casually stirring his straw around in small circles as he thought. He hoped that soon, the three would be able to finally hunt their first creature and kill them. Just like in movies, he wanted to be the hero, at least for this city. Seoul was getting more crowded with people and it's getting more difficult for someone to tell which is human and which isn't. He wanted to exterminate them before they overpopulate their city with their filthy presence.

“Oh yeah, guys, when I was lining up at Starbucks, there were these two guys behind me who acted so weird...” Seungri spoke enthusiastically as he sipped on his drink, nodding. He focused his eyes on the brown of the drink, stirring his straw around as he tried to mix the white with the brown, stopping only to have the white and brown separate again. The boy shrugged as he continued drinking just as the two others looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “This one dude said something about not wanting to room with the friend with him because he was scared that his friend's parents would come back after... finding out about what he was?” the youngest male sat there, brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the others. He wasn't usually this alert, but he couldn't help but overhear the other guys talking as he waited in line. What he ended up overhearing turned out to be a rather confusing and suspicious conversation and caused Seungri to linger on the meaning behind it.

Seunghyun laughed at his lover, lifting himself on to the table before crossing his legs on the flat brown surface, grabbing his drink and sipping on it. “Are ya sure you didn't just meet a couple of criminals or bank robbers while lining up there, babe?” he asked as he stared curiously at his lover. He let his lips move into a half smile, eyes sparkling a little under the ceiling lights above them.

Youngbae looked up as well, nodding. As curious as the conversation sounded, the blond knew it couldn't possibly have meant much. There wasn't anything to hint to him that there was anything suspicious. As far as he knew, the guy might have accidentally caught his friend's mother in the shower. If that happened with his own mother, even his own best friends would have been forbidden from entering his home ever again. Chuckling softly, the blond looked at Seungri. “Yeah, don't overthink things. Chances are it's nothing much, I doubt it's something we have to call '119' for anyways.” he stated simply, taking another few sips at his drink, already halfway done.

The youngest shrugged slightly, eyes still focused on his drink. His hands clung to the cup possessively as he downed another quarter of his Double Chocolatey Chip. “Well, I don't know. All I know was that they spoke a little too suspiciously to have been chatting about something normal. You don't exactly talk lowly to yourselves unless you're trying to hide something.” Seungri pointed out. As much as he wanted to believe something was up, he knew the others were right. They couldn't exactly do anything even if they tried. It was only a snippet of conversation anyways. Besides, he's got a load of studying to do if he was going to graduate High School next year. He was already seventeen.

“Well, whatever it is, if we hear anything on the news, then we'll conclude something.” Seunghyun said, smiling warmly at Seungri. The two nodded to themselves as Youngbae stared silently at his drink, still lost in thought. He'd been loaded with work ever since he went into University, and the male realized he still had a ton of papers to write. He should probably start some of them soon if he's going to hunt for mystical creatures on his free time. He needed to catch up to his senior, who scores 90% on every single one of his tests, projects and essays. Youngbae envied Seunghyun for his devotion to education. No wonder Seungri started getting much better grades since that time he'd first met the elder. Looking up again, Youngbae was about to ask Seunghyun if he could help tutor him on one of his lecture courses since he was lagging poorly. The male frowned as he noticed none of the two around, with only the brown drink holder in front of him, the other males were nowhere to be found.

“Hey! The -- do you consider this a habit, just ditching me like this?!” the male yelled out, voice irritated as he hoped the other two were nearby to hear his message. Grabbing his drink, he stormed out. Hopefully he wasn't too late and would be able to catch those two partners in crime. Chances are, they'd be waiting for him in Seunghyun's car outside. The blond braced himself to get scolded at for being 'late'. “Pshh, it's not like they told me they were leaving anyways.” he muttered to himself, chuckling softly as he headed out of the public library towards the familiar black vehicle waiting for him in front of the staircase to the library.

“So, what is it, bro?” Daesung looked up after sipping his hot chocolate, eyes analyzing his best friend's features, looking for signs of stress or anything to notify him exactly how Jiyong felt. He found nothing. Jiyong didn't show any of his emotions externally, whether to his best friend, father or anyone he didn't know. Yet, Jiyong would always trust Daesung enough to tell the boy everything that's on his mind. That was something Daesung was happy for. Ever since his own parents shunned his best friend, the two rarely saw each other. They, instead, emailed and texted each other on a daily basis, notifying each other if anything upset them. That was how strong their friendship was. The two never broke their friendship the nine years that they've known each other.

“Aish, I don't know, man. I fought with my dad and he kicked me out. I'm not too sure how I feel right now.” the blond sighed to himself, hand pressing into his forehead as he buried his face in his palm. His hair spilled from between his fingers as his hand past through it. He looked down at the table, twirling his lighter around like it was a top, playing with the object, eyes focused on it. “I mean, I know he hates me already, but still, it kinda hurts...” he stated truthfully. Even though he knew his father's feelings for him and had grown accustomed to the fact that he hated his own son, Jiyong still felt disappointed. Half of his heart wanted his father to tell him he loved him, even if it may have been a lie. It hurt to have parents that hate you. Jiyong was strong, yet he still had emotions. Yes, he was different, but there was no reason for him not to have feelings. It was his father, after all.

Daesung nodded, interlacing his fingers together as he rested his chin on top of his hands, elbows rested on the table. The male's face serious as he looked down at the table a bit, turning to look at his best friend again. One thing he was certain was ever since that incident with his parents, ever since he was banned from hanging out with Jiyong, the blond changed a lot. Something about his personality was off. The boy he once knew went from a happy, mischievous and goofy boy to a man that was serious, cold to people he didn't know, and sometimes sinister. He couldn't blame his friend for changing, after all, he'd probably take that turn as well if he were in his friend's position. And yet, it hurt Daesung on the inside to have to witness his own friend, his own brother go through the stuff he dealt with and still be standing, even now. His friend was hated by everyone, family included. What anyone, human or not, needed was love. Even if it was from a family, it was enough to make that person happy. Yet, Jiyong had no one. Only one person, and that was Daesung. The younger male pursed his lips. He wanted to do everything he could to support his friend, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. Even if it went against the city people's beliefs, he didn't care. His friend was his own kin and he didn't want to hurt or betray the other. He'd sacrifice himself to keep Jiyong happy. “You know I'd do anything for you. You can always come live with me. You know I don't give a damn about my parents or what they say. You're still my best friend, Jiyong-ah...” he stated, one arm breaking from its original position as he patted his friend's shoulder gently, eyes compassionate as he nodded, giving his friend the most sincere smile he could. He wanted to comfort the other, yet he had no idea what to say. The offer was the most he could do for the other.

Jiyong smiled at Daesung, glad for his friend's comfort and patted the other's arm gently. Even if Daesung was younger than him, sometimes he envied his friend for having such a stable life and personality. Unlike him, his friend never changed. He had the same personality no matter who he talked to, however close the other was to that person. Unlike the blond who changed his attitude depending on who he was with. “Yeah, I know that, bro.” he spoke softly, smiling slightly. His facial expression was still somber, looking down a bit before back up at his friend. “I just hate having to bother you all the time. I mean I know we're tight, but I'm older than you, ya know.” he chuckled, grinning teasingly at Daesung just as his best friend broke into a goofy grin, laughing in return.

The younger shoved his friend playfully, retracting his arm again after. “Hey, you know that's not an excuse, man! It's because we're close that I'm doing this. I would do this even if you were younger than me. Repay me later, alright?” he said, chuckling softly as he crossed his arms on the table, nodding. He took another sip at his drink before throwing it in the trash closest to them: the cup falling inside. The boy cheered loudly, fists pumped in the air before silencing down as people turned to stare at him.

The blond knew his friend was right, nodding before stuffing his lighter in his pocket immediately after. “Yah. Let's get to your place then. I don't really feel like doing anything, and I need some rest since I feel slightly exhausted from the day's events.” Jiyong confessed, smiling lightly at the other as he rested his back in the chair, finishing his own drink as well, getting up to throw his cup in the trash. The male didn't feel as energetic as his friend, since he was still worked up over the argument earlier that day.

Daesung nodded and got up as well, grabbing his coat and putting it on before helping his friend carry their bag. Although the two were nowhere close to being formal with each other, the younger still found it a habit to do things for his best friend. They started when they were young; Daesung's parents had taught him to respect his elders and to carry things for them. That habit grew on him, and eventually the younger male couldn't stop himself from doing this. Regardless of Jiyong's complaints, he'd still keep on doing it, so eventually Jiyong just stopped saying anything about it altogether.

The two guys walked out of the mall to the parking lot where Daesung parked his car. Approaching the familiar red van, Jiyong smiled, recalling that he'd helped his friend pick the style of car. Daesung's friends just didn't care enough for his style, and only went for the most expensive vehicle out there, which was something Daesung couldn't yet afford. The male was still trying to earn his living, and it was hard to find a job that even gave him a decently good pay. He went from tutoring kids math to giving piano lessons to teens, which was horrifying. He couldn't seem to teach the children correctly. They would all either rebel against him and use his kindness against him. If Daesung scolded them, the children would run off to parents like devils, faking their innocence to them as if Daesung was the most cruel human being to ever live. The parents, as stupid as they were, would swallow everything up like it was the sweetest water, believing everything their children told them, and Daesung would lose about 2 students by the end of the day.

Getting in to the car, Jiyong flung his bag carelessly to the back seats just as his friend stepped in the driver's seat and closed the door, starting up the car. As soon as the two buckled up, they headed out of the parking lot towards the first street light that led to Daesung's home. The elder pulled down the window next to him before taking out a Malboro cigarette, lighting it with the lighter he'd been playing with earlier at the cafe's table. He held the stick at his lips, pulling it away to let a bit of the burnt end to fall on the ground outside the window as he let out a breath of the smoke. The boy leaned close to the window so he wouldn't make his friend's car smell like smoke. The last thing he wanted was to get his friend in trouble for having a car that smelly, especially when Daesung didn't smoke.

Turning to Daesung, Jiyong let his arm rest on the window ledge, the cigarette hanging from between his index and middle fingers. “Wanna order takeout for today? Unless you wanna try my cooking.” The elder grinned, knowing how much Daesung loved his cooking. Although the blond never did like to cook because he's usually too lazy to, he also didn't want to live with his friend and not do any house work at all. Jiyong wished he had a home of his own, so he wouldn't even have to bother with his father, and yet, his father never did allow him that freedom.

“Your cooking, of course! I haven't had it in ages!” Daesung beamed, turning around a corner as he headed for yet another red light, almost nearing his house. He noticed his friend smoking again, chuckling softly to himself. He hadn't seen his friend for about two weeks, and yet he knew his friend had a habit of smoking. He had no recollection of when he started, but he knew the blond smoked whenever he was thinking or upset about something. Seeing the other smoke was no surprise. It was just his way of clearing his head. The younger male turned the car another corner before driving down one more road, leading in to his neighbourhood. He finally stopped the car in front of his house.

The house was small and cozy. It looked nothing like Jiyong's mansion. It had a small glass door with a flower design on the glass. The glass itself was tinted whitish-grey. In front of the door were small steps that led to a pathway, linking it to the sidewalk. Small, nicely trimmed square bushes lined the side of the small pathway. Four rows of square shaped stones, all rounded at the edges were neatly aligned, creating the pathway from the stairs and porch. The side of the pathway was lined with one seemingly endless line of orange, squared cement blocks that complimented the grey stones that made the walkway.

Daesung's car was parked in a pretty wide looking driveway. Garage doors stood in front of the car, white and freshly painted. The house itself looked small, and yet, it looked like it could fit just about everything. One wide window stood to one side of the house above the garage followed by a smaller window next to it. Jiyong looked up at the building as he got out of the car, his friend following after. The blond envied his friend. The mansion he'd lived in all his life only symbolized pain, hate and misunderstanding for him now, and he'd do just about anything to get away from that place that housed so many bad memories of his childhood and life there.

Jumping as his friend tapped his shoulder lightly, Jiyong chuckled as the other walked past him and down the pathway to the door of his house, unlocking it before taking off his shoes. Jiyong followed close behind him, repeating the other's actions after entering. The blond locked the door for his friend before dropping his bag to the side next to the shoes. “So what will I be cooking for you today? Jiyong grinned at his friend musingly.

The blond stepped into the kitchen. The walls were slightly peach coloured like the last time the male visited. The floor had tiles over it, covering each corner in the room. The tiles themselves grey with a mix of white. Jiyong opened one of the shelves close to the ground next to the sink where some of the food was stored. Inside, he found a few bags of ramen, one giant bag of pasta and finally, one giant sac of rice. In the corner was a can of kimchi. The blond pursed his lips in thought of what he could possibly make with the contents there. He turned to the fridge, opening it to find some left over, cut vegetables. The male took it out just as his friend walked into the kitchen after changing into his pajamas, propping himself up on the counter.

“How about something with kimchi? I made it just yesterday and I feel like eating something spicy.” the younger spoke, opening a nearby cupboard and taking a mug out, filling it with water before directing it to his friend. The blond smiled, accepting it before taking a mouthful of it, placing it down. He knelt down to reopen the shelf he recently closed, pulling out the jar of kimchi.

“Let's go with kimchi ramyun since its easy and delicious.” the male spoke, smirking slightly to himself before pulling out three bags of ramyun in the shelf. Although there were only two people, he knew him and Daesung both ate a lot, so he planned extras just in case they began fighting over the noodles.

Jiyong's mood lifted as the smell of freshly cooked ramen began filling the air in the kitchen. Daesung helped as the blond prepared the foods. Disappointingly, the younger male had put in too much kimchi in the bowl, causing Jiyong to scold his friend, hitting him before finally sending him out of the kitchen. Furrowing his brows, the male added a little more water in hopes of diminishing the spiciness. After a few more minutes, the blond grabbed two bowls, distributing the noodles evenly into each bowl before delivering them to the dinner table. Hurrying back, the elder grabbed two sets of chopsticks, placing each set on one bowl. “Yah! Dinner's ready!” the male yelled for his friend who was lying on the couch in the living room, playing with his phone. Immediately after, Daesung leapt from the couch and headed into the dining room. “If we all die from this, I'm blaming you.” the blond said, glaring at his friend as Daesung smiled back innocently in return.

Chuckling, Daesung shook his head. “Hey, you told me to put more and I was putting too little. What else were you expecting?” he argued back at the elder, jabbing his chopsticks into the noodles before fishing out a few strings of it, stuffing it in his mouth and humming in satisfaction.

“So it's my fault? You dumped half the jar inside you idiot of a friend!” the blond yelled, shoving the other slightly and causing the younger to shove some of the noodles he was holding with his chopsticks up against his philtrum. Jiyong bursted into laughter at the scene as Daesung whined loudly, turning to smack the elder, causing Jiyong to laugh even harder. Daesung extended a hand for a kleenex and wipe his mouth as the blond continued laughing.

“Hey, would you be happy if I choked and died, you demon?” the younger protested, shoving his friend somewhat harshly in return, chuckling only moments after before taking a piece of kimchi and eating it. As much as Jiyong , he was already used to it and knew his friend was only joking around. The blond was like this since he was small, but only showed the playful side of him to people he knew he could trust. Thankfully, Daesung was one of those people. He just couldn't imagine life any other way.

As the two calmed down, Daesung got up and headed to the kitchen. In one of the lower shelves, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, knowing the elder would probably want a drink tonight to drown out the events earlier that day. After placing the bottle on the dinner table, he took two wine glasses and walked them over to the dining room table as well. He opened the bottle with a bottle opener before pouring some into one glass, handing it to his friend. “Hey, Ji, you can drink something for tonight if you want.” he said, turning his attention to his own as he poured himself some whiskey as well. The other male nodded a thanks before taking the glass, downing a mouthful of the bitter liquid, tasting it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing, letting the liquid burn past his throat for a moment. Daesung did the same as he sat back down in his seat. The two finishing their food only minutes later.

The smell of alcohol filled the room as the sounds of laughter filled the air. Slamming his glass onto the table, Jiyong let out another cheer as he demanded Daesung for more alcohol. He was drained, and nowhere close to being sober. “Yah! Daesungggiieeeee......” the male started giggling soon after as his friend chuckled, unstably pouring more beer to the top of his friend's glass. Somewhere in the middle, the boys ran out of whiskey and switched to beer. They finished 3 bottles and were now on their fourth. Daesung poured himself more as well before smacking the blond's back somewhat harshly.

“Aigoo.... you're drunk as .” Daesung spoke, hiccuping softly in the middle of the sentence as he pointed at the other. Jiyong took the younger's finger, gripping it and tugging it down onto the table, hand still holding it as he smirked sloppily. His eyes were diminished to slits as he gave another chuckle, grinning.

“Of course not, man.” he said, his voice wavering a little as he fought the urge to hiccup. “In fact... I'm up for partying. Let's go to a club. We're nineteen an' I wanna try somethin' new for once. Something insane..!” he said, voice slurring the slightest bit. He rested himself against the dinner table, one arm pressed against the edge of the table while his other hand held the glass now empty of beer.

Daesung, being slightly more sober, planted his glass on the table heavily before quirking a brow at his friend. “Hey, what if you get kicked out before you even walk in? You are drunk, ya know.” he stated the obvious, ignoring that he himself was also drunk. 'Damn, the headache's gonna kill tomorrow..' he thought to himself as he twirled his empty glass in circles on the table before being interrupted by the elder, who grabbed his wrist, forcing the glass to fall on its side.

“Who says we'll be going in through the front? We'll jus' sneak in from the back.” he stated, smirking evilly as he stared at the younger, eyebrows arching a bit. Before the younger male could protest, Jiyong grabbed his friend as he stood up, pulling him up and to his room. “Git ready. I'll call a cab.” he said simply, turning around to grab the phone without a moment's delay.

Nodding, the younger boy got himself dressed in his room. After getting ready, both Jiyong and Daesung waited for the cab, getting in when it finally arrived at the younger man's house. Sliding in through the door, Daesung gave the driver the location before the car headed to the club. “Imma get me some girls tonight...” the blond muttered, grinning more to himself than to his friend before turning to stare out the window. The sky was grey from the many clouds covering the night sky as it was an hour before midnight. The two men barely noticed the sky, much less the busy streets of Seoul at night because of their foggy state.

After arriving at the club, the driver dropped the two off before Jiyong shoved a bill in the driver's hand, nodding slightly and whispering, “Keep the change.” he grinned, turning around and closing the cab door. Slinging an arm around Daesung's shoulders, the two headed towards the back of the club building. They passed a few couples kissing against the wall. Jiyong eyed a few of the girls stupidly before the two boys passed a group of friends who might have been kicked out of the club only seconds ago for getting too high on alcohol. Finally reaching the back of the building, Jiyong lead the way to the door. Jiyong and Daesung slid their way in through the door and into the club. Loud music was booming, and Jiyong dove into the hype and cheer of the many people inside. Half of the people inside were belting along to the song while others were rubbing up against each other to the beat of the quick paced music. Daesung couldn't help but join his best friend in the hype as well when he found himself swaying to the beat. The younger male's eyes wandered around the dance floor before spotting a blonde haired girl dancing alone close to the DJ. Nudging his friend a bit, he walked away from Jiyong and towards the girl.

At that same moment, Jiyong caught a glimpse of something flash by at the corner of his eyes. Turning, he noticed a slightly shorter looking male with masculine features. Although the other was wearing a slim black turtleneck, Jiyong couldn't help but stare at the other's build. This guy had muscles. Damn. They were much more toned than his own, as if the other worked out a lot. The other male walked over to the counter where he sat down, his back now facing Jiyong. Jiyong tilted his head slightly, noticing the other's blond hair that was similar to his own style a while back. Something about the other made Jiyong curious. The short male was attractive, Jiyong couldn't help but admit. So feminine, yet his body screamed 'dominance at the same time. The blond began walking over to the counter, hoping to hold a conversation with the other. Although, if the two males were more concerned with their surroundings, they would have noticed the same boy with short black hair also on the dance floor. The same guy that was in line with them earlier that day in Starbucks.

Seungri held a glass to his lips as he laughed. A slim girl stood just in front of him wearing a black skinny dress that exposed her back and shoulders placed a hand on the young man's shoulder just as the boy looked up, noticing Jiyong as he walked over to Youngbae. The male recognized him immediately. 'Ah, it's him again..' he thought, taking another sip of wine from his glass, eying Jiyong curiously.

A/N: And that's chapter 2 \O/ It took me the entire day to write, yet I could only post it this late because I spent an hour hiking outside trying to find my kung fu lesson place OTL I didn't end up finding it though. . . 
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and yes they're finally meeting e w e  But no from those two just yet, lovelies :P