Bar

@[FO] Kim Woobin Eunjung glanced over at the wallet he had pulled out. "Is that..." The prints on the wallet sure looked familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on when or where she saw it. She brushed it off her mind. "Eunjung." She paused, considering whether to tell him her full name. "Ham Eunjung." She told her. Part of her in disbelieve, why would she do that? She was someone with trust issues, it was hard to get to know things about her, even in her current state.

@[C] Ham Eunjung "feeding me false information won't help you any bit" Woobin nodded towards her. He knew she could probably do that but he was somehow hoping she wouldn't. He genuinly wanted to help her, no tricks, no making out either. Just talking.

Woobin scoffed, as he digged into his front pocket pulling out a wallet. It was the Skylette wallet he always used for transport and was shops for discounts. He wasn't really ashamed. It was given to him anyway, might as well use it as an advantage. Showing her the wallet he opened it and placed it in front of her. "real name" he chugged down another shot.

@[FO] Kim Woobin Eunjung had finally turned her body to face the man beside her. She examined him features, sharp, he should have quite a height, his body itself is already tall despite him not sitting up straight. "What makes you think that I will tell you the truth?" The back lights of the bar stand lit up his profile. "I could make up something just for you to leave." She could never trust someone at a bar, knowing they would most likely to be drunk. "I wouldn't even know if your name is real, Woobin-ssi." She told him that. She had tons of insecurities. Better to trust no one than to be hurt.

@[C] Ham Eunjung He tilted his head to the side a bit. "..you can say so" he chuckled. It was true though, but at least he knew when to tame his pride down unlike some asses out there. Nodding his head he make a tsk sound "you've got a valid point" he then looked up at the stained lightened ceiling of the bar. "but isn't it more comforting when you tell someone your problems instead of keeping them bottled in?" his eyes faded into black, his face became emotionless. Looking away slightly he chuckled.
"Woobin, Kim Woobin" he smiled. Might as well tell her, he thought. There's no harm in that.

@[FO] Kim Woobin Eunjung scrunched up her face at the detestable man before her. "Prideful much?" She said, chucking down the shot that the bartender had served. "Why would I tell my story to a guy I barely know? I don't even know your name." Eunjung scoffed.

He had really thick skin, of course, to be chatting up a girl at a bar, you have to have enough guts to be talking to a girl who isn't of good mood.

@[C] Ham Eunjung He held up his finger up shaking it from side to side. "tsk tsk, you haven't explained it all yet.." Woobin lazily said. With a boyish grin plastered on his face, he scoffed "baby, you're not getting rid of me that easily"
Taking hold of the most tiest drink he had ever had, he swallowed his own pride and drank it, much to her surprise.
Hissing as he swallowed a gulp he made a face, "I like it!" He forced a smile to her.

@[FO] Kim Woobin Eunjung simper at the guy beside her, trying to figure out if he was trying to get on her bad side. "Two words would explain it all." Eunjung paused, and she hated the two words. "Older. Brother." With that, she clicked her finger at the bartender before her, then motioning to the guy beside her. "Get him one of those cheap and lousy drinks you have, maybe a ice lemon tea or something." She had a corner of her lip dragged upwards, like as if she was looking down on him. "Now are you leaving?" She made it sound like a taunt. With his looks, he could easily get another prey, Eunjung wasn't going to be one of them.

@[C] Ham Eunjung His eyes widened in utter disbelief. She now owes me a drink. Woobin rolled his tongue at the side of his mouth and scoffed to himself. Someones a bit mad.. he laughed at his own joke. He looked back up at the stubborn girl. Leaning on he counter, he brought his elbow up and propped himself on with his hand.
"hey," he said. "Im not leaving until you explain why your so bitc- um.. mad." A cheeky smile popped on his face.
He knew, she wasn't looking for help..but he just couldn't leave her here right? Plus, she was cute. Her reactions were highly amusing..and deep inside, he knew she needed help.
"plus, Im not leaving until you buy me a new drink" he said coldly.

@[FO] Kim Woobin Eunjung laughed bitterly responding to the stranger's humor. She knew herself too well. She wouldn't create a scene in public like this. The phone hadn't stop ringing, even if it did, it just rang again. She casually dunk the phone into the empty cup that she had just finished and took his drink and poured its contents into the cup with the phone in it. "There." The phone had stopped ringing, technically, it entirely stopped working. "Now you just have to worry who gets stab." If only looks could kill. Eunjung stared at him as though threatening.

Then she turned back to face the counter and asked for another drink. Thank god for ladies night.

@[C] Ham Eunjung Momentarily he was taken aback. She was definitely not in a good mood, at least that was clear, but its just that she had snapped at him that made him fire up as he had not encountered such a rude greeting before. Usually he was showered with sultry hot voices that purred out of their 'naturally' glossy lips, but with this odd yet unique beauty, he was slapped with piercing eyes that lie sunken around her deep set lids, her frown obvious from the way her colourless yet smooth small lips were set.

Trying again he cleared his throat and answered calmly "I have, actually" he found himself facing her slightly suddenly had the feeling of wanting to help this troubled girl. "its just that im afraid of the trouble that's going to happen" he spoke slowly, calculating his word so that it didn't seem rash not condescending. "don't look at me like that- I know you can handle your self pretty well, its just the people around you that Im worried about," he tilted his head to the men surrounding them. "I have a feeling the moment you answer that -annoying ringing, I must say- phone the moment you will stab someone in this area" he grimaced, imagining the horror of the comical scene playing in his head.

@[FO] Kim Woobin Eunjung's face was plastered with the words crestfallen, depression and any other negative words you could pick out from the dictionary. The only two possible reasons would be either her non-stop vibrating phone in her pocket which she is dying to dunk into her drink or pms. She would say it's both. She whipped out the phone and let it to continue making its noise on the wooden table.

A number just flashed on the screen. No name, no other details.

"Another Scotch, on the rocks." She said straightly to the bartender before her. The moment the drink was served, she did not take her time and down it immediately. Then she felt someone staring at her. She turned to her left, greeted by a face. "What?" She asked abruptly. "Haven't you seen a girl drinking before?"

Woobin was not the one to be a dancer, knowing full well that he has two left feet. He refused ever since the first prom night of high school. Never again, he promised. That was a lane he was not planning to take on. So you might have guessed his reaction when the girl he was shamelessly flirting with suddenly wanted to dance with him. No matter how many damn times he shook his head, or how many distractive kisses he gave her she still stood like an anchor deep in the sea. Strongly holding on. She was quite the stubborn one. She eventually left him, saying he was no fun.

He swallowed in one shot.
Her loss. He was going to bang her tonight but oh well, you lost a good important battle, he thought cockily. Maybe Woobin was just bitter that a girl rejected him or maybe because he still haven't overcome the fear of moving his body unawkwardly which cost him a girl. He drowned another glass of his martini, making a hissing sound with his mouth when he was done.
He sat beside this old man to his left and to his right a pretty girl with intimidating features. Anyone could tell she was obviously sad about something. Wonder what he thought.