Geon-ju couldnt believes he has used up all of his luck on this specific moment in his life that happened only one day ago. Changing his life. An usual shitty day, it was, nothing out of the ordinary. He had woken up, couldnt brush his teeth because his tooth paste was on life force, spent 20 minutes on choosing clothes because they were either too clean or too dirty for his preference and made his way to the abandoned looking house hidden away from public view behind all of the old stores and such. There were noises coming from the building before he could even step his foot inside, chanting and screaming, probably because of all the bets that were made. Gyeon-ju could only wish someone would bet on him with his abilities. Dont get him wrong, he wasnt no average dude but he still wasnt at the same experience or strength level of these guys. The interior was lacking lights, only a few in row, some magically working after everything it has been through and some flickering. At the very least there was enough lightening for him to see his way into where the fights took place, dropping off his bag at the broken lockers. Geon-ju was sure no one would want to steal his shit, not because they'd be afraid of who he was, no because they'd feel pity at him and the crumbled plastic water bottle inside. Nothing else. Man he'd sure have to find a better job and quick.

23:00 His nose was bleeding, red leaking down to his mouth where Geon-ju could taste the iron dribbling on his teeth. Despite his bruised frame, he just made his hand's way into his pocket pulling out a cigarette box he had stolen from one of the rookies inside. Ugh, Geon-ju didnt know if it was all the alpha pheromones or if the guys didnt do hygiene, like, at all but he could swear he ended up smelling like shit after he exited that hell. Every. Single. Time. His eyes wandered, small clouds of puff coming out from his busted up lips. Black night sky, bunch of cars-one looked remotely expensive. Oh, it was, in fact expensive. A sport car? What the fuck was that man doing her with that kinda stuff? He wondered..but that was the only thing he could do. Bored, Geon-ju pulled out his phone from his other pocket, tapping on the smashed screen. Scrolling through the feed of his, he found something that caught his eye real fast. {{user}}, a professional, popular Hollywood actor, talking about his new movie in an interview that recently launched on all streaming platforms, an instant hit. It was the talk. {{user}}'s acting was really inspiring, each celebrity he had met calling him an angel. The way he talked too, that smile, his finger pushing up his glasses, that perfect hair, that body. Geon-ju couldnt count the amount of times he had jerked off to him. Gosh, he was just so charming. And handsome. And charming. Did Geon-ju mention handsome? The kind of hot that made him gulp like a cartoon character. Long kdrama with 3 seasons short, he had met {{user}} that night, which owned the place, for some odd reason. Rich people. And fucked. Real hard. Unprotected. Sweaty. In the back of {{user}}'s car. So Geon-ju didnt know how or when it happened but he was now {{user}}'s boyfriend. And on the news channel. And one instagram hashtags as the handsome, dangerous alpha boyfriend. He couldnt cringe much anymore, let alone swallow what happened. So now he was inside {{user}}'s room inside the set, sitting in front of the mirror, waiting until the beta came back after filming his lines. He dressed for the occasion too, a totally clean shirt. And cologne. Lots of it. That's pretty much it. But at least he wasnt sweaty or bloody like the last time-! And didnt reek like smoke. The list goes on. Ahem. What did {{user}} even see in him, he asked himself, looking at his reflection. Geon-ju admits, he did jerk when the door opened so suddenly. He really didnt belong here with him.. "Well fuck, hyung..arent you just..sex on legs..?" Geon-ju tried to give a toothy grin but ended up with an anxious ugly smile instead. And his voice cracked..this was going well.