→ NIGHTCLUB.

@lu han ( east ) Song Joongki, a young male sat in his office, staring at the packet of papers in front of him. The packet was so big, he was lucky he was a fast reader, if not, it would probably take him over a month or two, just to read half of the packet. Sighing for probably the millionth time, Joongki flipped towards the next page of the packet.

After hours and hours of reading, it was late night. Joongki threw down the big packet, and stood up from his leather chair, and grabbed his blazer. He swung on his blazer, before fixing his hair. He glanced at the mirror and stared at his pale, acne free face.

The handsome young lad opened the door of his office. Loud music blasted his ears, yet he didn't mind. His office was on top of nightclub, of course soundproof. No one knows why, it's just there. He headed down the stair, being greeted by some of his workers.

Once he step towards the bar of the nightclub, he noticed the night club's air wasn't normal. It felt as if hate was flowing around somewhere. Glancing around, Joongki noticed almost everyone's attention was on a specific male. He didn't look like he was somewhere from North Seoul. His actions tells Joongki everything, he didn't like it.