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@park soyul I kept one eye on my turntables and the other on her, trying to focus my brain on two things at the same time. "Well I could teach you, if you want to learn." I've been in the U.S for quite sometime, and I mastered that language. Well, not exactly master, but at least I knew how to read, write, listen, speak. I've never taught English before, and I wondered how that thought even came into my mind.

I saw her rummaging through her bag for something. Even though the lighting was dim, my eyes could spot the awkward expression on her petite face. However, I couldn't really see the color from where I was. Was she blushing? I ignored that thought and focused on the music, but I heard her saying some weird stuff about her cat. She seemed like she had to leave. Running fingers through my hair, I tried to think of some excuse to make her stay. By the time I opened my mouth though, she had already stepped out, and it was then I heard a shout from her.

Instinctively, I turned towards her direction and I saw a man, seemingly drunk, making his way towards her. I don't know what came over me, as I pushed the guy away from her and pulled her behind me. "YAH! What the heck do you think you're doing?" I growled at the drunkard, who looked a little dazed and out of sorts. There was a slight commotion, and the bouncers nearby quickly pulled the guy away. I had a worried look on my face and I broke into cold sweat. "Are you okay?"

@lee byunghun “—And that’s where you’re wrong.” I shook my head a few times and let out a soft sigh, rubbing at the nape of my neck. “I didn’t learn any English besides the conversational stuff. I’d learn on my own, but I just don’t have the time.” School and work kept me so busy that it felt like I had no time to even breathe. My eyes seemingly darkened at this thought and like a habit I reached again to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I don’t mind being short, though I guess it’s normal for a female.”

There was a momentary silence between us and I looked toward the crowd again, watching everyone go while. It was clear that some had reached their limits, one guy in particular, and I laughed softly behind my hand. He started attending to the DJ table once again while I only watched him from behind; fascinated by something I had little knowledge about. Maybe that’s what made it so much more intriguing, or he was just intriguing on his own. A lump was caught in my throat as I could feel my cheeks reddening. I rummaged around in my bag curiously for my cellphone, taking it out to check for the time as it was a little past midnight. “I-I uh, I should go, I have to get home to feed my cat or she’ll die.”

A drunken guy started dancing over toward the booth as I opened its doors, nearly falling over onto the dance floor before stumbling back. “Ah—”

@park soyul "Yah you..." I curled up my fist, pretending to be angry. Sighing, I took back the drink from her hands, and took another sip. "In truth, I used to have an inferiority complex over my height, however, as I grew older, I realised that being short wasn't a bad thing after all. It's actually convenient. Like, I don't have to duck while going into the train, unlike those 1.9 metre peeps. And it's easier to breakdance too."

I swirled my glass around, finishing the rest of the contents in one gulp. Looking straight into her eyes, I saw myself and was mesmerised for quite some time, before her comment snapped me back into reality. "Oh? You've been to the U.S too? You must speak pretty good English." It was getting late into the night, and people were, y'know, starting to get drunk. I switched up the music, giving them stronger and harder beats, and they followed with even stronger dances moves. I saw a man who was dancing really wild. Yup, he's gone alright.

@lee byunghun I nodded quietly and reached for the drink, taking it hesitantly. Normally, I wasn’t one to drink after others though many did it so nonchalantly. I was careful about those things but decided to break my own rules just this once. Tilting the glass back, I took a huge sip and choked it down, a loud cough erupting afterwards. I’d started off good and ended badly upon hearing what his nickname really meant and turned to spew the drink out in the opposite direction.

Without another word, I reached for my mouth and covered it tightly using my free hand in an attempt to hide my laughter. “I-I’m sorry.” I laughed while turning back to face him. “Little…” I repeated these words quietly once and looked up at him, his face seemingly stern and bitter. “Well, you are kind of small, for a guy at least.” I nodded my head and extended my arm to return the drink. “I didn’t spit in it… if you were wondering.” A crooked grin spread across my lips as I looked up at him with rosy cheeks. My hand went toward my chest and rested there as I cleared my throat and recovered my composure. “L.Joe is a cute nickname though, in all seriousness, nothing wrong with it.” I shrugged. “I’ve been to the U.S too actually!”

@park soyul "Hmm, guess I'll call you Soyul then." I nodded, sipping my own drink. She held her glass in front of her, and it was clear and empty unlike mine, which was still 3/4 full. "You drank it too fast. It's just a simple cocktail. Mine's a little bit stronger. Want to try?" I held out my glass this time, offering her a sip. I had to admit, I was a bit of an alcoholic, but when I'm working, light sips were enough. Being in a drunken state was awful, and I had a bad experience which left me in cuts and bruises. It wasn't a pleasant memory to recall, and I sighed while moving my eyes from the drink to her.

I caught on her next question, and it was a question that every single person I'd met or will meet will ask. "Why do people call you L.Joe?" The reason was pretty stupid, but I found the name easy to remember, so I stuck with it until today. "When I first came to the U.S, I was of a smaller size than the others. Short stack, as you would call it," I emphasized on that. "So my peers came up with this nickname for me. L means little. And Joe was a simple name there. At first I didn't like it, but it kinda just rolls off your tongue, L.Joe, instead of Byunghun, so I just stuck with it till now." I explained clearly and in detail. "Don't laugh." Our conversations were actually getting longer, which was a good thing.

@lee byunghun “It was a childhood thing.” I turned to face him again and took note of his cheeks, their gradient of pink becoming prominent. “I think one of my classmates tried to spell my birth name but it came out as Soyul somehow—” I wanted to ask if he was alright as he started choking, but decided against it. I kept focusing on his face, trying to figure out if he was blushing or if it was the red strobe lights, as if any of that was important. My eyes fell to my glass again as I moved it around in a circular motion, watching the colored liquid spin around in the glass.

I nearly missed his second question as I had started to zone out and shrugged my shoulders before looking up, “It is, actually.” I breathed. “Is it that obvious or—I mean, I’m pretty sure I look like a lost freshman on their first day of high school.” There was only a small amount of drink left in the glass and so I raised it toward my mouth, taking a big gulp. My tongue grazed across my lips once and I smiled cheekily in his direction, holding the glass out to take a good look at it. “That was pretty good. Bitter, but still really good. What was that?” There were so many things I wanted to ask, almost as if we were playing twenty questions. I wasn’t the person known to have a one track mind and so everything seemingly came out at once. “Why do people call you L.Joe?”

@park soyul I followed her line of sight and there was the guy, rocking out, deeply into the music. I stifled a laugh. These were really common, and I do turn it into my entertainment whenever I'm up here doing my stuff. "Well, it's normal." I replied, maintaining my styled hair with my fingers, and switching up the music. "Why do people call you Soyul?" I popped up with the question casually. I was beginning to feel comfortable with this girl, and it was a great feeling. It was as if the previous incident didn't occur at all.

I took a sip of my drink, and the alcohol warmed my throat all the way down to my stomach. Great stuff, it was. Turning around, even in the dim light, I could see her enjoying herself. She was attractive, with the long flowing hair and cheery smile. Any guy would have fallen for that. Which included me. I felt my cheeks burning and I choked, coughing out loud. Clearing my throat, I asked another question, trying to calm myself. "Is this your first time at a club?"

@lee byunghun A small laugh escaped me as I watched him wink, rolling my eyes playfully and turning away. With the drink, I was careful and placed it near my mouth to take a sip. It was odd tasting, something different and my facial expression probably seemed fitting for how I felt. Before taking his hand in mine, I maneuvered my drink and gave his hand a light shake before pulling away. “Nice to meet you, Byunghun…L.Joe…” My voice trailed off. What was I supposed to call him exactly? “I’m Hyekyung, but most people call me Soyul.”

This was probably the first time things had been normal. There wasn’t any awkwardness or hostility and I had to admit, it was nice. I pulled my hand away and placed it on the drink’s glass, taking a few more sips. “Actually, I was just going to thank you for finding my bag.” I chuckled softly and looked to him with raised eyebrows. “It’s nice up here though, I like it a lot!” A guy dancing out on the floor by himself caught my attention as I turned to glance at him, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I placed my fist against my mouth, laughing into it until I nearly choked on my own saliva. “Oh my god.”

@park soyul I looked at her standing beside me, mouthing words I couldn't comprehend with my headphones on. Her eyes were wide open and I knew she was surprised at what was going on in front of her. Casually slipping off my headphones, I gave her a wink. "So, whaddya think? It's a privilege to be here y'know." I stepped outside and asked for two drinks, one of it being non-alcoholic, and came back with it. "You don't take alcohol, do you? Here you go."

Checking the time on my watch, it was around 1am, which meant that there were about two hours to go. I don't usually spin throughout, and I had to take breaks too. Sipping my glass of cocktail, I turned towards the girl I brought in and formally introduced myself. It was surprising how I haven't done that, since we quarreled and chatted and even listened to music with each other. With the music and drinks, the awkwardness I had with her was slowly dissapearing. "Hey. I'm Byunghun, a.k.a L.Joe," I spoke with a smile, extending my hand to be polite.

@lee byunghun I took a step forward, ready to head toward the exit when I was pulled back and dragged up the steps and into the booth. There were only two thoughts circulating in my mind, one of which was, “What the hell?” and the second one being, “So this is what it’s like.” My fingers reached for my hair that tangled around my face and pulled at the strands, rearranging them. When that didn’t suffice, I ran one of my hands through my hair and pushed it out of the way. So many things had happened in a short amount of time that there was no way I could even think to react accordingly. Disregarding from the fact that we'd held hands for about 2.5 seconds, I cleared my throat loudly with a fist over my mouth.

For whatever reason I became super cautious, not wanting to make a mess of things, though that wasn’t me. I was known to fumble a lot and I already had since meeting this guy—more than normal. Maybe bad omens existed. Maybe he was one of them. I listened as he screamed into the mic, the crowd growing more and more excited. It was amazing what a simple question could do, especially at a time like this. “What is this stuff, wow…” The size of my eyes grew as I took a step closer, stopping as I reached his side. I’d studied music a bit in the past, but nothing this extravagant. “Also, what the hell was that? I could have died, just getting dragged up a bunch of steps.”

@park soyul Inside my booth, I could see the madness that was going on, all the jumping, dancing, grinding. All part of my job. If they were having fun, I'm having fun too. Deeper into the night, however, there will always be troublemakers, and s taking advantage of drunk girls. A person suddenly came into my mind. "Soyul." I gasped. Where the hell was she. I worried about her safety, knowing that she wasn't used to this kind of culture. Keeping both hands on the discs, I searched every inch that I could see from the booth itself. Where was she? Did she go out already?

Somehow, by intuition, I turned to my right, and there she was, looking out of sorts in this place. People weren't usually allowed in the booth, but I'll be ignoring the rules this time. Keeping the music playing, I went towards her and grabbed her hand. "What are you doing!?" I exclaimed out loud, before dragging her inside the booth. My brain just worked on it's own before I could process anything. I just wanted to protect her and not let her get hurt.

She stood by my side, while I put my headphones back on. This was one of the regular club hits "Clarity", and I turned down the volume, keeping the bass blasting. "SING IT PEOPLE" I cheered into the mic, and at once, the whole club resonated with their voices.
"Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?"
The bass dropped that instant and everybody went wild. I had this huge grin plastered on my face as I continued spinning.

@lee byunghun I weaved my way through the crowd, getting bumped about as people danced and shuffled all over the place. It was amazing how many things could change in three minutes and this really was my first time going to a club anyways, everything was foreign. Stopping just before the booth, I let out a heavy sigh and looked up to him, wondering how I could go about getting his attention. I wasn't allowed inside the booth, though I could have easily pushed my way inside.

He seemed preoccupied so I reached upward and tapped my index finger against the glass separating him and I. "THANK YOU FOR EARLIER!" Maybe it was just me, but I swore I could feel the building vibrating and that was only a minor indication of how loud it actually was. "YOU CAN HEAR ME, RIGHT?"

This all felt too close for comfort, too familiar to a few nights ago as I recalled asking the same exact thing. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and pulled away from the booth. Spinning around on my heels, I faced the crowd with thoughts of what I should do next. Maybe there was still time for me to leave without being caught by the owner.

@park soyul "Yeah you can come over now, she's done playing the piano."

Standing outside the club, preparing the stuff I need, I got this phone call from my boss. That girl was playing her piece, and I really wanted to go in. Partly because I still felt bad, and partly because I wanted to see her again. But the incident at the club on Wednesday was still vivid in my mind, and I clearly remembered what I said: "Call me when she's done." And so, I didn't step in. Me and my big ego.

It was getting crowded in the club at this time of the night. These people were ready for the partying. From the corner of my eye, I saw her getting on her knees, probably searching for something. Then, I caught a glimpse of a bag at the corner of the instrument. That was probably what she was searching for. Telling her where her bag was, I made my way up to the DJ booth, preparing to hype up the crowd, before hearing a huge knocking sound. I turned to see her holding her head in pain, and I held in my laughter (yes I'm evil.) Always so clumsy was she.

The lights in the club began to flash, and I knew it was time to start. Plugging in my laptop, I selected my playlist and started with a slow flowing beat. Grabbing a mic at the side, I roared out, "DJ L.JOE IN DA HOUSEEEEEEEEEEEEE~" dragging the last syllable as long as I could. "ARE YOU READY TO PARTAYYYYYYYYYYYY!??" The crowd cheered along with me, as I spun the discs and my music started dropping hard heavy beats. This was just the start.

CHUNJI RULES!

@lee byunghun Saturday rolled around quickly after the incident on Wednesday passed. I hadn’t thought much of it since things died down and before I knew it, I was back at the club again—playing the piano as scheduled. Everyone was calm for the most part as they sat at the tables, holding their drinks and conversations. A few couples even took it upon themselves to slow dance as well. At this sight alone, a smile appeared on my face and I finished my final piece in contentment. Even though my time was up, it felt as if I’d just been getting started.

I closed the top down over the piano keys carefully and stood up, bowing to the crowd as they clapped softly before stepping aside. I was expecting an applause seeing as this was a club after all, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea either. Gathering my music in my hand, I knelt down below the piano in search of my bag—not finding it anywhere. Surely, I sat it there, it had to be there because that’s where I put it, I thought. “It’s over there.” A voice sighed.

My eyebrows knit together and I bumped my head against the piano’s surface in attempt to stand up. It stung more than a lot of things, though I was used to hitting my head on hard surfaces. When I was standing up again, I placed a hand against the spot on my head, rubbing it a few times before noticing my bag sitting off to the side in a corner not too far from the instrument. I hurried over to pick it up and started to rummage through its interior, leaning back to catch a glimpse of a smaller figure heading up to the DJ Booth. I rolled my eyes and followed after him on instinct, “THANKS.”

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@lee byunghun The ride home was a long and dreary one as I nearly fell asleep several times, dosing in and out of consciousness with my head pressed against the bus' window. It wasn't until later that I realized I'd been chatting with a complete stranger. We'd insulted each other, apologized and shared music without even introducing ourselves properly. Despite this though, my curiosity sparked and set aflame thousands of questions that had no answer. It was devastating to think that maybe I'd never get them either.

I went through my nightly routes of eating, cleaning and then settled into bed where I lay in silence. Things were dark with the exception of a few stars circling around on the ceiling above my head. My thoughts hadn't shifted a bit within that hour gap from when I'd been at the bus stop until I'd walked through the doors of my place. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?

"--I don't even know his name!" I blurted before pressing a hand to my mouth. Even with just my cat accompanying me, I felt embarrassed but maybe the Gods had been laughing at me as well. Shifting to one side, I lay quietly with my hands next to my head and dosed off for the night. I'd forget in the morning. I would.

@park soyul The bus that the girl got on was indeed my bus, and I casually pretended that I was waiting for another one. "See ya." I gave a slight wave, before putting back my earpieces again. I heaved a sigh of relief and watched as the bus sped off into the distance. Phew. I could only imagine how awkward it would be if I got on. Slumping back into my seat, I checked the arrival time for the next bus. "ANOTHER 20 MINUTES?" I exclaimed in horror.

After what seemed like eons, the next bus finally came and screeched to a stop right in front of me. Throughout the ride, the incident that happened just now kept replaying in my mind. "Aish." I gave myself a small knock on the head. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about her. Why was her face etched so deeply in my mind?

The scenery outside changed from a bustling city to a peaceful area outside town. Getting out of the bus, I made my way back home, which was a huge white villa near the beach. Somehow, my place looked really empty tonight, even though it was all the time. Quickly showering and changing, I lay on my bed, the sound of the waves akin to a lullaby, soothing me to sleep.

I am still painting flowers for you.

SPAM!

@lee byunghun I listened intently, my lips forming an 'O' shape when he mentioned how far he'd lived. An hour was such a long ways and to be on this side of town? I couldn't imagine having to travel and hour for work unless, of course, I was an idol or something. However, my future career might have caused for that. My legs started to tingle and so I uncrossed my legs, nodding at his question as I massaged my knees softly with my hands. "Yeeep." I looked toward the opposite end of the street, noticing an approaching vehicle. It was long and resembled a bus."But I've been thinking about moving to this area."

Like a child, I leaned in for a closer view, my hair cascading down the side of my arm as I titled my head. It was a bus, my bus in specific and it couldn't have came at a better time. I turned back to the boy who sat still, eyeing me as if I was some sort of wild animal. Was this not his bus? Not that it was of my concern anyway. Without another word I sprang to my feet and stood near the edge of the sidewalk, secretly praying the driver would stop just in front of me. To no surprise it hadn't, as this driver seemingly had it out for me I liked to think.

With a roll of my eyes, I turned to face the boy with a bright smile. Another cool breeze swept through the town and took a few strands of my hair with it, gluing them to my face. "It was nice meeting you!" I pushed my hair back and took a step forward, ready to enter the bus.

@park soyul "Yeah. Tablo's one good artist." I nodded, bobbing my head following the rhythm of the music, just like her. I was a little surprised that she knew hiphop, not many classical music players were fond of hard beats and rap songs. It was almost as if she could understand me through the music I was playing. Deep inside me, I knew that my interest for her was beginning to bloom. She was one of a kind.

"Yeah. It's about an hour's ride from here, if the traffic's smooth." Usually, I'd bike her either from college or from home, and it just happened that I sent my bike for repairs this week. It was getting old, and maybe I should change it before it dies halfway on me. "You? Do you live far too?" I quipped, though I made a guess for the answer already. She probably live far away from here too, seeing that she was lost in this area and stumbled across the club where I was working at.

@lee byunghun My eyes flickered after being touched, heading turning at the speed of light to find that he'd made his way across the bench and into my space. I stared down at the earphone and shrugged my shoulders, picking it up carefully and placing it into my ear. Of course, it was hip hop though I could have guessed. No way in hell would he have been listening to Mozart, no, not him.

The beat was so infectious that my head seemingly started to move up and down on it's own, dancing to the song's beat. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I snapped my fingers with raised eyebrows. I turned to him eagerly, "Oooh, I know who this is!" I really did. "This is uh..B-Beenzino?!" It came out somewhere in between a question and a statement, as if I knew but I didn't know. Though I was particularly skilled in classical music and all there was to know about it, r&b was familiar territory too. "He has some really great stuff, him and Tablo."

I'd invited him to a game of twenty questions without even asking. I had a habit of doing that to everyone I got comfortable with and to say the least it was probably overwhelming for them. "Do you live far from here?"

@park soyul "He didn't mention me? Well, I'm not surprised." It was understandable, more so judging from her story. One: The small gigs before late night were not exactly stuff I'd meddle with. Two: It was too last minute and Boss probably didn't have time to inform me. Her story, however, sounded too coincidental to be true. I turned around to look at her, and she was just sitting there, playing with her fingers. She seemed like a really nice girl, and there was no reason for her to lie to me.

I was never one to deal with girls. Sure, I’m cool or friendly, but when you put me side by side with a girl I barely knew, things will just get awkward. Like now. Many a time I tried to think of things to say, but I’ll just swallow my words whenever they’re about to come out. Sigh. I at this. Fiddling with my ear buds, I put one of them back into my ear, and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey. You wanna listen?” I spoke softly, moving the other closer to her hands. Damn, I wish my bus arrives soon.

@lee byunghun Things were better now, even if it was awkward and I couldn't help but laugh to myself. I focused on my hands, twiddling my thumbs against each other before shrugging my shoulders. "No one really." Gazing upwards, I pressed my lips together tightly for a moment, "I actually got lost as I was looking for another place, but I saw they had a piano and decided to ask the owner about it."

There was another long silence as I was trying to figure out what exactly happened. I remembered it somewhere in my jumbled memories, but my mind was wandering elsewhere. I turned to him with a small smile while readjusting my composure on the bench so that my legs were folded neatly over each other.

"He asked if I played and I said yes." I bobbed my head with each sentence. "Then he asked to hear a sample annnnd then asked if I wanted to play theeeen I said yes." Each time I spoke my voice went up an octave or two, making me sound melodic, almost as if I were singing.

My eyebrows knit together at my own words, but all of it was true despite how coincidental it all sounded. I noticed that he'd turned to me, holding one of the ear buds tightly between his fingers. He seemed to be following but I couldn't read his expression and so I turned away and drummed my fingers against my ankles. "He never mentioned you."

@park soyul She moved closer and closer towards me, and I could hear her clearly over the music that was playing. Who was I to be angry, when she put down her pride and apologised to me first? It was a sincere apology. I took off my earpieces and looked straight into the night sky. "Hey, I'm sorry too." Silence filled the area around us, with me shifting slightly on the bench, and her looking down on the road.

Time passed and still we didn't talk. Probably wasn't really long, but it felt like years to me. The stillness in the air certainly didn't make things any better. "Well, I do know who Mozart is.." I started off, and slowly bursting into laughter as I realised how lame I sounded. The tension was breaking me and I felt the whole thing quite ridiculous. My social skills were failing me at a time when I needed them the most. I noticed a small laugh escaping from her lips, and she must have thought that the whole thing was quite ridiculous too. Clearing my throat, I attempted at interacting once more. "What made you want to play in a nightclub? I mean, there are other better places. Why here?"

@lee byunghun He was.. cute and maybe this was the first time I'd felt bashful around anyone since I was a child. I didn't want to stare, but even if I was a bit infuriated at him, that didn't make him any less attractive. I shook my head and tried to shove these thoughts away, feeling slightly embarrassed as I probably looked like I had fleas or something.

Stealthily, I crossed the path in front of him and sat down at his side with a huge gap of space between us. My legs pressed together on instinct as I placed both hands against my knees and stared down at the ground. What was I going to say? "You can hear me right?"

Not what I planned to say, but it was a start. He appeared to have placed his headphone back into his ears so it was unclear to me if anything was playing or if he was bluffing. I leaned in towards him from the side, "Heeeeellooooo?"

A wave of annoyance washed over me, making me want to forget even coming here at all. Maybe he was just another lost cause and I was wasting valuable time. I reached for my hair and tucked each side of my bangs behind my ear with my bag falling against the bench's walls. Exhausted, I continued on, "I'm sorry, okay?" I breathed. "Sorry."

@park soyul Through the music, I could hear someone calling for me. I took a quick glance behind me, and I could see a small figure with long flowing hair. Soyul? Why was she looking for me? Ignoring her shouts, I walked faster, almost reaching the bus stop, before I felt a tug on my shoulder.

Sweat was dripping down her forehead, and the cool breeze messed up her smooth, flowing locks. She probably ran to catch up with me. In the club, I didn't really took notice of her, but now, under the streetlights, she was actually kinda pretty. Taking a step back, I pushed her hand off me with force. I didn't notice the crack on the floor, and by pushing her, I almost caused her to trip. Luckily for her, I caught her flailing arm just in time and pulled her up. This girl really spawns trouble for me. Looking at her eye to eye, I spoke harshly in her face. "What do you want? You had your way with things already. Get lost."

Walking towards the bus stop, I plopped down on one of the seats, and took a deep breath. From the corner of my eye, I could see that she had followed me all the way to the bus stop, and was standing right beside the pillar which supported the whole structure. Somehow, my eyes met with hers and she turned away. Maybe she had something to tell me. I shrugged, changing the music on my iPod, as I sat quietly waiting for my bus to arrive.

@lee byunghun For someone with such a short stature he managed to shove me to the floor almost though I was fortunate enough to be able to catch myself. It felt like all the breathe within me had escaped as I let out my final sigh. This was usually the part where I run after him and apologize, right or that's how I saw it in movies. I ran a hand through my brunette locks and turned to the boss who only shrugged his shoulders at me.

"I'll call you later." He waved his hand in dismiss. "I gotta close the place for now anyways."

My lips pressed together in a thin line and I bent at the waist before pick up my bag from the floor and slinging it onto my back. The cool breeze from outside hit in my in the face as soon as I exited the club causing my hair to fly in various directions, including my face. He couldn't have gotten away that quickly for it had only been a couple of minutes. I started to wonder if he lived near by, if that was the case then it could have just walked. What if he didn't?

In order to see anything, I placed my hands over my eyes and scanned both directions, noticing a figure heading in the direction of a nearby bus stop. I don't know why but I started pacing in that direction almost on impulse. Thinking things through wasn't a talent of mine so when I reached him, what was I even going to say? Being the bigger person seemed easy, but then again he was the one who started it.

"YAH!" I screeched, "DUDE WITH THE BAG? WAIT--"

@park soyul "Call me when she's done." There was no point arguing with people who didn't understand the meaning of hyping up the crowd. Besides, I didn't want to lose my job right now, as it was my only source of income. Not that I have to worry about money, but I didn't want to rely on my family after all.

Picking up my laptop, I walked between the boss and Soyul, shoving her aside with me shoulders. It almost caused her to fall, but I was too pissed to notice. Coming here was a waste of time.

I stepped out of the club and took a deep breath. The cool, still air of the night filled my lungs and countered the blood-boiling anger within me. The sky today was vast and empty, so calm in contrast with the tension inside the club. It made me realise that maybe I was too harsh with my words just now. Not that I disliked classical music or anything, but it just wasn't suited for a dark and sleazy place like this. She shouldn't even be here. I was actually feeling worried for her on Saturday; how would she cope with all the drunkards and s around? Wait. Was I worried about her? No. This girl came and pissed me off. She can do whatever she wants, and it'll be none of my business. I laughed wryly and shoved those thoughts out of my head. Plugging in my earpieces, I trudged off, making my way home.

@lee byunghun I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest with narrowing eyes. Surely I could feel my IQ dropping with every passing second I spent in this guy's presence. Did he know anything at all?

After moving away from the piano, I stepped to him with our faces nearly eye to eye. If this were any other time I probably would have died laughing, but instead reached out and pressed my index finger against his forehead.

"Look," I hissed. "There's like five other clubs in town. I'm going to play at this one." My lips tugged upwards in satisfaction. "If you have a problem with that then I suggest you pack up your and go elsewhere, 'kay?"

I pulled away from him with pleasure, feeling quite powerful as she hadn't responded yet. The boss had been standing quietly and I guessed he'd given up on it. Either that, or he could be bothered to break anything up. He pulled the smoke from from his mouth and heaved a heavy sigh.

"If you guys are going to argue about this." The boss groaned, "I can let Soyul here play for a few hours and then give you the rest of the time." He nudged his head in Byunghun's direction while using his free hand to graze across the back of his hair.