His long,slender finger traced the edge of a glass filled with brown liquid. One sip,the strong bitter taste hit his tongue and slid down his sore throath. His eyes,filled with false tears caused by the smoke and rough voice cutting the air and hurting his eardrums,shoot tightly as the small amount of wiskey burned his stomach.

Through thick,grayish mist and mass of people,moving and throwing their hands in the air,everything seemed so irritating. Unkind waiters,the suffocating smoke and bad atmosphere in a bar drove him crazy. He wanted to crush all those half empty glasses,move all neatly placed tables and shout at the top of his lungs: "Fuck you Park Chanyeol!", but he just smiled at lady who shamelessly watched him.

The girl,sitting on a chair in the center of a humble stage in the left corner,caught his attention. Her rough voice filled the air with sad melody of bad singing and average jazz song. He thought about how bad her singing is and that her voice is at the edge of breaking. Her bare,crossed legs moved minimaly,showing her nervousness,and captured looks of all the males in the almost empty bar.

The guitarist was looking him straight into eyes pissing him of with his small eyes and creepy smile. He suddenly unbuttoned the top of his shirt and removed the glasses that were loosely placed on his nose.
"There's no need acting nice in a place like this."  he thought and drank the rest of liquid from the glass laying on the rounded table. "In a cheap bar where the wiskey is mixed with water and the music is bad. Where the waiters are moody and the singer is pretty girl swallowed by all the looks in the room. Damn Chanyeol! He is guilty for my arrival in this boring place. I wanna get drunk so I can forget everything." After that decission his hand was thrown in the air in atempt of catching the eyes of a waiter who is his saviour tonight.

Soon the new glass of wiskey came,and then another one. And one more glass was empty,landed on table causing the attention-catching sound of wood. His vission already was blurred and everything seemed even more awful in his mind controled by alcohol. Finally he got drunk but the anger didn't fade. He even remembers little details now and is just more angry. So blinded he started cursing out loud but noone could hear and understand his quickly uttered cursing words directed to that guy called Chanyeol and another one called Junmyeon. The he lowly started cursing at his house owner,bad heating and low quality wiskey, mixed with water, that made him feel like vomiting. Another glass was emtied in a try to eliminate terible feeling in his stomach and erase every memory from his mind. More colorful paper was thrown in waiter's hand and he just cheekyly smiled.

His eyes glued on girl's figure slowly stepping down from the stage. Music was gone and bar was left with only a few people,their low voices and silence that wasn't so pleasant as he thought it would be. Her small body was suddenly surrounded by her 'fans' who shamelessly started touching her bare arms and hair. Her expression changed from tired into a disgusted and helpless one.  He tried to look away but her eyes followed his in despair. Trough fog before his eyes her face seemed undefined and her sad eyes were all over it.  But even through his blurred vision and dizziness he could see her pleading eyes that are begging him for help or emphaty at least. Slowly that look started bothering him and sight of a man lowering his hand on her body became ubearable.

"Yah!" his voice raised together with his whole body. Legs weak and heavy,arms hitting,loudly, the chairs that were in his way,he painted his face with a particular expression of disgust and slight anger. His feet slowly moved through dust on the floor barely parting from the ground and his eyes blinking quickly and tightly because of the blurrness caused by his drunken state. The men ironicaly laughed at his unstable walking,messy hair and fragile-looking figure. Little did they know that anger was burning under his skin making him feel in pain and the world was spining together with their faces and expressions of waiters and band memebers who just silently watched everything. The anger and strange feeling of guilt led his fist to one guy's face painting it in red due to blood escaping his broken nose. Girl's hands flew to her mouth to cover her amazement but shock could be clearely read in her wide,watery eyes. Smug smirk spread across his face as he lost balance for a moment. The guy's eyes started burning with anger and Baekhyun could feel stiring pain on his left cheek that started becoming sharper and sharper,so strong that fog in front of his eyes cleared.

The feeling of sickness and awful taste in his mouth came back after the strong punch in his abdomen. Two other men trapped his arms and now he became helpless in atempt to get rid of his anger. The girl was so ignorant in his eyes and her situation didn't bother him at all. He saw happenings like that for a thousand times so his eyes are blind for the pain and disrespect that girl felt.

Punches became stronger and quicker so his whole body started aching as anger of his pride was rising in his mind. But he didn't curse the guy whose fists were stopped by girls scream and harsh words,no. He hated stupid Chanyeol who destroyed his life by crushing his dreams.

The feeling of relif embraced him as his body touched the floor. Dust floating in his hot,painful breath and drop of blood streaming down his cheek. Some insulting words echoing in his mind which became blurred again and everything was spinning. Small hands,wrapped around his arm lifting him and positioning his body on hard surface of wooden chair,were warm and shaking. His coughing filled the silent atmosphere in wich soft sniffs of a girl could be heard. In distant kitchen the chief was singing out loud followed by music of plates clanking. His heart was pulsating in his temples spreading the hot sweat, soaking his forehead and bangs of his brown hair.

Although his cheek was aching and the stomach was roaring with request to remove the bad alcohol from it,he felt better. He got what he deserves. What he wanted. Only the pain could remove all the bad from this day that recently ended welcoming another one which started worse than previous. The heat of alcohol and pain hit him hard making him shiver and shake slightly causing the worry in pair of big,sincere eyes that followed every action of his.

Soon the pain transformed into numbness and weakness of his whole body. So weak his legs couldn't support the heaviness of his head in which everything was spinning. The surroundings became colourful hypnotising circle as the flashbacks of yesterday's failure flew trough his mind. Unintentionaly he started cursing again and mumbling something unundertendable.

"Sir you should go home." girl's voice said after her emloyer told her to go home and to get her saviour with her out. Room filled with sound of chairs moving and lifting to the tops of the tables and waiters silently talking.

"I'm homeless." his cinic laugh scared her. It took few moments for her brain to comprehand his words and wrap his arm around her neck lifting him. They exited the suffocating place after many hardships of walking without falling. The fresh air and smell of springs rain hit his lungs poisoned by smoke and cheap parfume. Tiny drops of refreshness were falling and cutting the light dawns fog. In faraway's sights the ligh of street lights and new day could be seen and felt. But the way to her house was engulfed by darknes and terible smell of trash and wet ground. Rain drops tapping the water spouts and window's glass created the melody of depressed mood in which silence was invitable.

The memories of her opening the door of her flat and removing his shoes were erased even before he get a chace to be aware of everything. Her small hands taking of his coat couldn't make him shiver from her delicate touch or look into her eyes full of admiration. Admiration for the first person who wanted to help her. Although she saved him from being beaten to death,her heart flutterd from feeling that someone actually saw her struggles and cared.

His body senselessly fell into softness of her bed sheets and his damp hair soaking her pink pillow. Soon enough the pain and sickness in his stomach disappeared and left his mind with his hateful thoughts again. His skin was insesitive for shy touches on his hurt cheek and small,warm kiss that came after the quiet 'thank you' was uttered. His hand unwillingly creassed her hair and slid to her shoulder in atempt to push her but he hadn't strenght for that. Her wrong interpretation of his ignorant act led to her lips on his in madness of two shots of alcohol she had and one liter he had. Suddenly his mind was flooded with anger and disgust,again,so his hand found strenght to remove her hands from his shirt. Her hard,loud breathing and messy hair should turn him on but he just laughed as the wish for running away from everything overhelmed him.

Disappointment in her shining eyes was evident. He started laughing ironicaly making her feel worthless and ugly. His hand lightly pushed her small body away.

" I don't have money."

" I am not a whore you idiot."

"Then why would you do what you did?"she remained silent and her head fell on her chest. She read his acts wrongly and that led to uncomfortable situation filled with silence and loud breathing. She drank alcohol after a long tome so her head started spinning and her hormones gone crazy after just two shots and look at man before who looked so wrecked and angry but so attractive too.

"No answer?" he laughed and burried his face deep into the pillow filling his nostrils with pleasant scent. He smiled internaly because of stupid atempts of this silly girl whose name he didn't know. Soon the room filled with her sof cries. Her hands on her face and the smell of alcohol surrounding her.

"Never cry because you're ashamed."

"I wanted to thank you. I am not a whore. And I drank too..."

"Well that's their way of showing grattitude" harsh words rolled over his tangled tongue. Her eyes wide and wet shone on the dim light and one small tear left her eye.

"So you don't want this?"

"I don't fuck beautiful girls. Sorry." after those hardly uttered word his brain turned off to sleep. His mind wrapped himself into a nightmare of Chanyeol's and Junmyeon's faces spinning around the small room of the girl he barely saw and heard. Before complitely falling into a deep river of dreams, he smugly smiled one more time because of the stupid girl's action caused by alcohol.

After hours of restless sleep filled with nightmares and sickness,his mind came back to its senses.  With his eyes shut he couldn't see the small room full of morning's first sunrays and figure of the girl moving here and there rapidly.

The strong headache wrapped him into a new state of a half dream in wich he felt a bit cold but cozy in a bunch of pillows and nice smelling sheets. The sound of dishwashing and loud sighs couldn't interrupt his try to fall back asleep just to get rid of the headache that was stronger even than a  pain in his abdomen.

After the long tossing and turning in someone elses comfortable bed he raised his heavy,aching head as the smell of food filled the air. Scent of hot coffee and bread made him to finally wake up and rub his swollen eyes. His hangover headache was hitting the crown of his head strongly and his legs didn't want to get up. With a sore throath he couldn't call her.

After revisiting the happenings of the last night his head ached even more although he couldn't remember how he came here and who is the the pretty girl. And why is she smiling all the time like she is apologizing?

The mirror in the bathroom showed him his swollen face and messy hair,the big bruise on his left cheek,stains of wiskey on his almost unbuttoned shirt and dumb smile on his lips.

"I am an idiot. I got drunk again. Damn Chanyeol. And who the fuck is this girl? Did I had a one night stand? Oh God my head hurts." with his hands masaging his temples he didn't hear the soft knock on the door. The small,white hand handed him man's clothes and diappeared without word.

The hot water awekened all the cells of his numb body but couldn't take away the pain in his head or bring his memory. The thought about sleeping with the girl was troubling him because it would be something terible. It never happened to him and it's against his principles.

The smell of clean clothes was replaced by the hypnotising smell of food that flew in the warm air. Her small figure moved through small kitchen making everything seem so easy. She didn't care about her headache or embarrassment that painted her face in red.

The awkwardness engulfed the atmosphere and made the room unbearably silent.

Cold water sliding down his troath made him feel better and his head less heavy and pulsating. But now his heart was pulsating strongly due to nervousness because of girl's eyes that were slightly lowered but still tracking his every move. The food made him feeel sick,not because it was bad but because of his awful hagover. Still he ate it.

Silence dancing it the room for to long with the beautiful day awakening was making his head hurt even more. Because he could hear the faraway shouts of children,or water dripping from faucet or the clock and all that made him nervous. Also the girl's look was so intimidating and intense that he felt some kind of guilt suddenly.

"Have we slept together?" her coughing rang in small space of warm room and his eyes doublesized as he remmebered what he said her last night. The guilt gripped his heart even tighter making him sqeeze his eyes to clear his mind and think about next question. The one that won't insult her.

" Don't worry we didn't have a one night stand and you don't need to feel guilty. You just tried to save me and almost got beaten to death." bitterness was evident in her broken voice.

He didn't want to feel guilty or affected by her words so he inhaled deeply trying to empty his messy mind and find a way to get out of the awkward situation.

"There's no need to remember that. We were both drunk."

" I just want to thank you."

"I haven't done that for you so don't thank me. Don't pamper me and heal my  wounds like in those sickly romatic movies."

" I can't believe that you're someone selfish. "

" People really love to live in lies."

The silence again filled the air and the sound of his chewing could be heard together with music made by the rain drops hitting the window glass again.

Her hands nervously fidggeting the hem of her shirt and teeth bitting her plump,bottom lip. Impressions of the steanger's actions were restlessly flying trough her head and making the headache worse.

Rain tapping the window played the melody of spring's song that was perfet background music for their silence. Two stangers, not knowing each other's names, that already had so many awkward situations due to alcohol and weird personalities.

He didn't bother to help her with cleaning up the table. Her hands,shaking from nervousness and slight anger,skillfully were doing simple actions like she wasn't affected by his words at all.

"Who's Chanyeol?"the question was suddenly trown at him making him shiver in anger again at mention of the name of that particular person. Again everything flew trough his head bringing awfulness of headache again.
'The reason of my drinking last night' he wanted to say but words got stuck in his suddenly dry throath. Pride again made barrier for his words.

"An asshole." his bitter voice was higher than it should be.

"That I fugured out from your words last night." for the first time smile spread across her face at the tought of his funny cursing at that guy,with a drunken,broken voice and barely underastandable words. Although she was tipsy she could remember every word and how he clumsyly tripped over the carpet in the hall but still was silent like he knew that they mustn't wake up her hause owners.

"What was I saying?"glimpse of fear shone in his low voice. But nothing compared to the fear that paralised his wole body. He couldn't imagine what would she think if she found out about his funny situation. Because as much as it looked terible and disrespectful to him it would look so ordinary to someone else. Although he couldn't say how the girl's personality is, due to her confusing actions, he could feel threathened by her possible mocking to his life.

"I wouldn't like to repeat. That guy relly pissed you off. Did you drink because of that?"

"That's not your bussiness. Thank you for helping me but I should go now. My house lord will get concerned."

"But you said that you're homeless."

"I have a place to live in, but it doesn't mean that I have a home."

The unpleasant silence pressed against their eardrums again. His words needed time to get to her brain fully and make her smile at his confusing yet so clear words. Although his voice was stern in atempt of not showing off the sadness behind it,she could feel stiring pain of compassion in her sensitive heart.

"Don't think about pitying me or trying to understand me. We won't meet again anyway."

"I don't pity you. That amount of pride won't help you in life."

"Not your problem either. "

The way to the door of her flat took only a few steps and one small sigh from her to anounce that they are going to part their ways in a few minutes and never see each other again.

His hand habitualy flew to his face to touch his lips-something he does everytime he doesn't know what to say. It's sad whan someone like him doesn't know what to say.

Awkwardness again flew in the air above her doorstep. The smell of freshness after the springs rain tickled their senses making the place for peace in their minds. Suddenly the messy thoughts flew away with light breeze. Tiny drops falling from roof at his shoulders and back of his head without him noticing it. In sunlight, falling in a special angle, her face looked different than last nigh but the strange beauty was still there. Like an inspiration captured in a small frame of long hair and big eyes.

His legs already started moving towards his apartment slowly when she called out .

" Hey,what's your name?"

" You don't need to know. We won't see each other again so it doesn't matter." with a last smile thrown at already closing door the fading mist of the morning started swallowing his figure,slowly moving because it seemed that every step caused more pain in his head. Pressuring freshness of morning,filled with confusion about last nights drinking and fight, tightened his chest.

He didn't know the reason for the silly smile plastered on his pained lip,that soon turned into a bitter one when a well known name came into his mind. He should ask for the girl's name so he could think about her instead of his problems.

"Bloody Canyeol it's all his fault. Why all the crazy things happen to me always? "

The sound of heels of his shoes hitting the wet asphalt echoed in an empty and a bit creepy street. Soon the whistling sound could be heard and his headache lowered as he swore not to drink again.