✘ Nightclub

@♦ Kim Kibum (Wait- how high is that balcony? Just to be safe, ya know...lol)

As more people around him began to notice the small fight that has broke out, some began to move out of the way, while most of them huddled around to see what was going on. And Myungsoo, as always, was a part of the crowed that always wanted to be there to witness what was happening. He had knew that this place can become scary at times, especially after too many shots, but he had to admit that this was his first time witnessing a fight getting this intense. A man had just knocked another out in front of his eyes, and Myungsoo has never been this shocked before, mainly because he has never seen someone as big as the man that was there.

Myungsoo didn't want his brother to get involved, but he knew that the job the male had required him to do such a thing when they needed someone to take charge. He kept a close eye on his brother, watching intensley while Kibum tried to calm the angry man down. And in order to see better, he snuck around some people in order to stand in front and see what has been happening, but the first thing he saw was the image of his brother being pushed back by the taller man, and it didn't take much for Myungsoo to know that his brother was in danger.

He didn't think much about his actions, and in matters of seconds, he was out of his spot and running towards his brother. Myungsoo has already lost his brother once, and it took years to find him, he didn't want to lose him again, at least not this time. Kibum used to always protect him when he was younger, and the least Myungsoo could do in a situation like this- even when his brother refused to acknowledge him- is protect him like how he was protected back in the days. That's why he didn't hesitate when he ran towards his brother. If one of them was going to get inured, Myungsoo wanted it to be him. Kibum held an important position in this place, and he didn't want him to lose it if that man ends up filing a complaint. He was a janitor, and he could easily find another job doing the same thing somewhere else.

Myungsoo simply stood in front of Kibum, facing him as his brown eyes scanned the older's features. Myungsoo wasn't able to see Kibum's face clearly the last time he saw him due to the other wearing a cap on his head, but this time, standing closely to his brother made him realize how much the other has grown up. He still had that same, stubborn look on his face, but he was older, more mature, just like himself. He noticed how they were the same height now, and he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips as memories of when he was younger flashed before his eyes of him promising that he'd do whatever it takes to be at Kibum's height. And he wanted to say something, but it was rather too late for him to make a comment, as he felt a sharp pain take over his head. He furrowed his brows at the amount of pain that began to take over him, causing him to stumble for a bit as he tried to find his balance by holding onto something, only to end up on the floor, choosing to let unconsciousness take over him.

@♦ Kim Myungsoo (( Call it boring one more time and imma hold you upside down over a balcony-...... p.s holy my reply was long, I'm so sorry ;;))

The sickly pungent scent of liquor overpowered Kibum's mind and dulled his senses, which was probably why he couldn't catch wind of the trouble brewing on the far side of the club; too indulged in the idle prattle of the VIP who approached him earlier in the night and continued to have him wrapped up in a story about 'how he lost his eye'. If Kibum had noticed the tension festering between the two plastered business men in the seated section, he would have moseyed over there and settled the situation through a variety of skills he had picked up over the years, including but not limited to card tricks: something drunks tended to get overly indulged in or offering up one of the escorts for their entertainment. Both of those tactics, however, only worked before things got too heated, and this time, they were already too far gone.

Unlike his usual alert self, Kibum had deemed the night to be slow -it was- compared to usual, especially since it was a 'business night' involving high ranking officials… which often meant for a more behaved crowd and thus a more laxed management. Although being a supervisor, Kibum typically had no roles to fill in the club on most nights because the guards were meant to guard and the servers meant to serve; resulting in Kibum doing what he did best: supervising.

On nights when he was unneeded- much like that night, Kibum sometimes allowing himself to indulge in a few shots. He needed it. Not only to stomach the twisted 'one eyed Steve' who was still rambling about eyes, but also to stomach the fact that his brother- was in fact only a mere twenty feet away, trailing after messes that appeared left and right. There was no rest for janitors. Taking a sip of pure vodka on ice, which he assured Steve was 'only water', he kept glancing in Myungsoo’s direction. Why? No reason. He narrowed his eyes, refusing to acknowledge his feelings. He was simply 'supervising'. Just as a supervisor should do. He was not keeping an eye on his brother. No- never.

It was then and only then,, that he realized mid-glance towards Myungsoo, that something had gone awry. The air was thick with tension; choking him- and he found himself unable to make the liquor go down his throat. Politely excusing himself from the poor cyclopes Steven, Kibum slammed his cup down on the counter and nudged his way through the crowd, trying to find the source of it all. Most of the people dancing around were too withdrawn to notice, but a few of the club members were no longer dancing... a few were rigid in shock as voices continued to rise. Where? Anxious to prevent a scene- not wanting to traumatize his brother, Kibum emerged from the crowd and came face to face with the sight of two grown men yelling at each other- their grubby hands and tipsy bodies scrambling all over the small table between them. Their verbal argument had quickly progressed to one involving fists with one man significantly more built than the other. It took two punches before the smaller male was out cold and Kibum -without thinking- had already surged forward to grab the bigger man's arm and prevent a third punch, “Sir, I’m going to need to ask you to stop-“ But what he wasn't prepared for was the way the man shoved him back, causing him to stumble. When he regained his sense of balance, all he could see was the man mid-swing at him with an near-empty champagne bottle clasped tightly in his hands.

@♦ Kim Kibum (Here comes a boring reply once again)

It has been a couple of days since he has met his brother who he has not seen for the past 4 years, and what's worse, he had to be the supervisor who overlooks everything that they do. The first day was like a living hell for Myungsoo, especially when Kibum has made it clear that he did not want to remember him, nor the past or the life that they had. And for that reason, Myungsoo did his best to avoid running into Kibum at all costs. It was his way of dealing with the fact that even his brother didn't want anything to do with him, even after many years of separation. God knows how much he has ended up drinking that night he met his brother, and Myungsoo wasn't the type of drinker who would be able to tolerate alcohol, but he had to do anything in order to erase the things that went on that day, at least temporarily.

And today was just another day of trying to avoid Kibum, but it wasn't as easy as the other days, simply because he was assigned to be around the club and the bar area and to clean the different spills and counters that had alcohol bottles all over them. His brother was there as well, he has seen him standing and paying attention to the different things that went on and making sure everything went smoothly. For Myungsoo, he didn't pay much attention to the latter and went on about his job, knowing well enough that he was being watched too, but he had no control over such thing.

With the towel in his hand, he began to wipe down the different surfaces that contained different alcohol mixtures, making sure each one of them is clean before moving on to the next tasks that were asked of him, cleaning the spills on the floor and changing trashcan bags that were full. And he was in the middle of changing the last bag as he heard different people yelling and shouting. He had assumed that they were simply talking in a loud voice, but as it continued, he turned around to see a commotion happening as two people people began to argue, which sparked his curiosity. So he stood there, watching them until his brother came into the picture to stop whatever was happening.