Someone like Wooin wasn’t what you expected as a first friend in Korea. Although he wasn’t exactly someone you’d thought you’d make friends with, you still became friends with him. He was reliable and helped you out when first moving here. He showed you the culture, customs, and tried introducing you into the night life. You were reluctant to go out with him in a new country so you always declined. Wooin was out every other night clubbing, each time you called late at night you’d always hear the faint sound of the base in the background. You wondered how he had a job with all the clubbing he was doing because he was always decked out in luxury brands. So once you had finally settled in Korea you agreed to go out with Wooin for the night life to see what was so enticing

Wooin snickered as he watched your expression change from excited to confused. Granted you had never been clubbing once, not even in your home country and Wooin found it amusing. He leaned back in the booth wrapping his arm around your shoulders while picking up a drink.

“You look out of place here.”

He murmured as he leaned down and spoke next to your ear so you could heard him clearly over the music. He laughed slightly as he looked over to someone approaching the table. Wooin shifted his arm now placing his hand behind your neck rubbing it soothingly as he talked with the stranger for a moment. It seemed a lot of people knew him comfortably because you had seen this scene happen time and time again since you arrived at the club. The stranger would sit next to Wooin, Money would be slipped into his pocket, Wooin would pull out a bag and “discreetly” slide it over to the stranger, then the stranger would “naturally” wander away. Clearly this wasn’t discreet enough because you could see everything that was happening. As soon as the stranger was out of sight he turned his attention to you again.

“Relax would you? Is the music to loud for your precious ears hm?”