Andy sat down to the booth and looked at his friends smiling. He had been on a date last night and now his friends were very curious with what had happened. The youngest guy straightened his back and looked at the nosy faces.

“Well, we were at a restaurant.” Andy began. “And he was really nice. We talked and laughed and everything, and then…” he seemed to become a bit awkward. “He came to my place.”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” the hyungs gasped. “AND!?” they asked.

“Well…” Andy blushed.

Last Night:

“Make yourself home; I’ll get us something to drink.” Andy said and smiled, walking off towards the kitchen. He was making some drink, singing, as he grabbed a snack bowl from the table and walked back to the living room. He dropped the bowl and gasped, “What the hell!?”

The tall man was fully . He had lifted his hands onto his hips, the other leg on the coffee table, and he was smirking, winking his eye. He was damn hot. He had everything Andy had been looking for in a guy and everything was in that one very tall, very muscular, very handsome body. Junjin, as the guy had been calling himself since forever, was seriously a ing god.

Junjin tilted his head, and said, “Well?”

Andy gulped and glanced at the limp junk, before he put down the drinks and pulled off his shirt. “Why the not?”

Present time:

“YOU SLEPT WITH THE GUY ON THE FIRST DATE!?” The oldest hyung yelled.

Andy nodded and turned dark red, looking down at his hands that were neatly on the lap.

“WOW!”

“Seriously Andy…wow.”

“And we thought you were the smart one.” Minwoo hyung shook his head and lifted the bottle of beer onto his lips. “Poor thing.”

Andy sighed and looked down at his fingers and puckered up his lips. He had made a mistake. He had known it in the morning when Junjin had quietly collected his clothes and had gone out without a single word. Andy had known it then. God, and he really had wanted to see the guy again.

“There are many me in the world.” He spoke.

“But not all are like Park Chung Jae.” Dongwan retorted, glancing at Eric.

“Yeah…” Andy sighed. “Damn…”

They drank for several hours before the maknae’s phone bleeped and he hurried up from the seat. He gasped happily, jumping around as he clicked the message open and read the awkward words. The smile on his face congealed and he just slumped down back to the seat, ignoring his hyungs’ quizzical stares.

“He forgot his socks at my apartment and is waiting now.” Andy told. “I better get going.”

“You want us to hook you up with someone else?” Hyesung interrogated. “We know a lot of people.”

“Sure, whatever.” The maknae murmured. “Later.” He said and walked out of the bar.