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"ANYTHANNNG YOU CAN DO, I CAN DO BETTER!" Changkyun slurred right off of his tongue in a drunken tone. The man he was arguing with right next to him, about the same age as him but a bit older, let out a small deep giggle, as if they were just as drunk.

"HA! No way!" The man argued back, getting close to Changkyun's face, so close their noses almost touched. "That's a fat lie and you know it. If that were the case my mother would be deadass broke, on her knees, pleasuring men for money."

Changkyun chuckled competitively, crossing his arms. "Yes way! Just cuz' you're loaded and a mama's boy doesn't mean you're better than everyone, Wonho."

The man he was arguing with, was none other than Wonho himself. He had no idea how he came into contact with him at, especially considering that Wonho's mother was a rich business woman whom was old money rich. So their family had been rich for a while, owning land and tobacco companies.

However, Wonho was the only one who did his own thing and decided to run away to Singapore to become a rich and loving model whom was loved by everyone. All the ladies, and a few men wanted to be with him, and you know others envied him because of how successful he suddenly became. But it didn't matter, because he knew he was good, almost too good.

Yeah, I don't know how he landed in an old vintage bar down the street either.

Let's just say, he got into a fight with his brother and next thing he knew he was sitting here, taking shots of hennessy of course dressed in something that hid his looks, some sweats perhaps only to not get caught. Then Changkyun waltzed in, all bummed out about something.

Minutes later, the two had gotten extremely drunk, but what caught Wonho off-guard was when Changkyun said that he was the best at absolutely everything, and then asked the world, supposively, why it hated him since he was such a loved and favorite child.

Then of course, Changkyun being the stuck up boy he was at heart, had to throw in his two cents.

And now we're here.

"Umm, that's exactly what it means, kid."

"I'm not a kid! I'm fucking 23 and I can do anything better than you!"

Wonho rolled his eyes as he blew a raspberry. "No you can't."

"Yes I can." Changkyun argued back.

"No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

"YES THE FUCK I CAN!" Changkyun exclaimed, with a hearty smirk smacked across his face. A smirk that Wonho wanted to smack right off his fucking face. Then he sat down his shot glass, hoping out of his seat.

As drunk as he was, Changkyun rose an eyebrow in confusion as he stared at the back of Wonho, which wasn't bad to look at seeing as Wonho was a well defined man himself. Then, Wonho placed his hands on his hips, looking at Changkyun from the corner of his eye and smirking.

"Well, anything you can be, I can be greater." He replied bashfully. "Sooner or later, I'm greater than you."

Changkyun rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"You're not." Changkyun replied in a more deadpanned tone.

"Yes I am, and you wanna know why? Because I'm in literally one of the richest families in all of Singapore. Old money rich at that, and nothing can top it. Why, I can shoot a single man with a bullet and not get the effect back." Wonho boasted, feeling more confident.

Even though that wasn't true. His brother was the one who knew how to work a gun, not him. But Changkyun didn't need to know that.

The light brunette just jumped on his back. "Well, being a spoiled rich kid gets you nowhere. I bet you don't even know how to work a gun. And shooting just one guy with a gun ain't nothing. I can get a sparrow with my arrow."

Wonho tsked. "Well, I can live on bread and cheese."

Changkyun raised his eyebrows. "And only on that?"

Wonho nodded, then got confused as he heard a small snort from Changkyun.

"What's so funny?" He replied.

"It's just that, you make living on that sound like such an accomplishment."

Wonho furrowed his eyebrows. "What the fuck, it is an accomplishment. Waaaay better than you living on ramen."

"Bread and cheese."

Wonho nodded. "Yes."

"And only on that?"

"Yup."

"So can a rat."

Wonho glared at Changkyun, dropping him down from his back. "Well it doesn't matter anyway. I'm still better than you at everything else. Bet, anything you can sing, I can sing higher."

"Sing? You'e gonna bring singing into this?" Changkyun replied coldly. 

Wonho smirked. "Why? You scared that I actually might have a better and higher singing voice than you?" 

"No, it's just that singing for me is kinda a huge downhill." 

"Oh really? You're just scared I understand. I mean no one is greater at anything than me!" Wonho preached, very loudly at that. However, he didn't watch how loud he suddenly got because when he did he earned a few stares from some ticked people. 

Wonho pulled up his hoodie a bit more so no one could notice, and everyone looked away, proceeding on their previous conversations. He sighed in relief, then his ears picked up some snickering behind him. Changkyun's snickering. 

"Pft, where'd you get all that air?" He joked, giggling afterward. Wonho blushed embarrassingly then rolled his eyes. "Whatever boy, how dare you come waltzing in here telling me you live a better life than me? Like hello, you know exactly who I am."

Changkyun nodded, raising his eyebrows. "I do, and what's it to ya?" 

"You should be treating me with some respect." Wonho grumbled. 

"Righhhht. I should be giving attention to you. Same guy who challenged me to see which one had a better life. Then instead of consulting the issue, you got mad at me for calling you out on your shit." 

"Because! You had no right!" 

"We're all human. We feel things and none of us is perfect." 

"Well I am!" 

Changkyun scoffed. "Wow, can't believe I looked up to such an arrogant bastard such as yourself. You think you're all perfect because you ran away with some money that wasn't even yours and now you're rich here because you're good-looking. You're just another accident waiting to happen." 

Oh boy, Wonho was fumed. Not only did Changkyun call him out once, but twice in one night in the same area. He didn't wanna listen to him, because he knew he was wrong he was pretty successful and not just some deadbeat child that tried running away from home. He had a reason, and that reason was because his mother told him what was best for him, not the other way around. 

Changkyun didn't know anything, and for that matter he was just an average guy from Seoul on vacation with his best friend and his best friend's boyfriend. But Changkyun did know that Wonho was just a scared little boy who was only running on his mother's money. Which in his case, was tough.

He may have not known much, but at least he knew that much. 

Wonho tsked. "Oh yeah, and what about you? You'e not so great yourself. You came in here whining about how the world hates you and shit and about how unlucky you are. What makes me so different from you is that you wait for the right moment. But I go for whatever it is I want." 

"Yeah you're right. But running into shit doesn't make you smart or cool. It makes you look like a fool and an ignorant bastard, you fucking scumbag."

"How dare-" 

"WONHO!" 

Both Changkyun and Wonho turned their heads to the door and saw a man who looked as if he was about the same age as Wonho, but only a year younger, walk up to Wonho. He was shorter too, but taller than Changkyun. He was dressed in a nice silky dark green button down shit with peacock designed dress pants and his hair was slick back, his bangs parted.  

Changkyun raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Wonho smiled happily. "Ki!~ It's so good to see you-" 

The man slapped him with a rolled up fan before he could finish. Wonho held his cheek in pain, kneeling down a little bit.

"OW!" Wonho exclaimed, his hoodie fell from his head, exposing his yellow and fiery red hair. When that happened, everyone in the bar noticed him and gasped. They tried to run up to him to take pictures, but there were security guards backed up right behind the man who held Wonho down that stopped them. 

So they all backed up in fear.

Wonho finally spoke. "Ki-Kihyun that hurt! You're gonna make me look bad-" 

With that, his manager, Yoo Kihyun hit him once more. 

"Then you should've known better than to come running up in this bar looking like absolute shit because your brother told you off. What you should be doing is getting your ass back in that office and try to make your family proud, not cry and run to a bar and get drunk. Not to mention start an argument with a fellow civilian." Kihyun scowled. 

Changkyun cleared his throat to break the ice. "Ah, it's okay. I'd rather him not his ass beat because of me." 

"I appreciate the kind gesture." Kihyun replied, handing him some money. "Here, take this as an apology." 

Changkyun took one look at it, and as soon as he did he felt as if something had came back to haunt him and he flinched a little bit. When he took one more look at it, he snickered nervously and pushed it away. 

Kihyun looked at him confusingly. "Are you sure you don't want it? People who end up in these situations usually sue us because of Wonho and I'm incredibly sorry-" 

"It's fine. I don't need it, besides I'm too broke to sue you guys I'll just take this apology." Changkyun replied.

Kihyun still stared at him as if he had seen a ghost. It was surprising because at this point people would've begged for their money in return. But Changkyun didn't want it, not because he didn't need it but because he was too scared to. 

For various reasons unknown for now. 

Kihyun just put the money away and gave him a half smile. "Of course, and thank you for this. If you ever need anything, we are forever in debt to you. Um...-" 

"Changkyun. Lim Changkyun." 

"Changkyun?" Kihyun said again, blinking. "The korean name of the seven deadly sin of wrath, right?" 

"Yeah so I've heard, but my dad always told me my name was like a curse though because it also means unlucky in America or something like that." Changkyun replied, chuckling nervously. 

Wonho scoffed from behind. "It is a curse! And it makes sense because you had no right to yell at me like I was just some dude on the street-" 

With that, Kihyun slapped Wonho from the back of his head with his fan once more, still facing Changkyun. "You are just some dude on the street so keep quiet back there before I make things more shitty for you and tell your brother about this." 

And Wonho did quiet up, crossing his arms and pouting quietly.

Kihyun sighed. "Anyway Changkyun, you sure do have an interesting name, and I'll keep it in mind. Anyways we have to get going, however it was nice to meet you." 

Changkyun waved back as they all walked out, of course Wonho glaring over at Changkyun still as Kihyun forcefully pushed him out. Then he sighed and waltzed right back over to the bar, laying his chin on the island counter. 

"Wow, I must really be unlucky to call out someone as big as Wonho." 

The guy handling the drink chuckled. "Yeah, but you called him out on his shit though, and not a lot of people do that." 

Changkyun groaned. "It's not even that Youngjae, I didn't wanna yell at him period. But he was such an asshole and it really pissed me off. And I'm just like my mother said I was, a boy who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut." 

"True. However, don't think you're the only person who thought that about Wonho. You're just the only person with enough balls to tell him that he's not really all that, he's just a piece of shit." 

"He's not a piece of shit, he's just troubled." 

Youngjae grimaced. "Yeah. A troubled piece of shit." 

"Youngjae please. You're not helping." 

The strawberry blonde chuckled. "Right sorry, you're trying to feel bad for him. My mistake let me keep my words to myself." 

Changkyun rolled his eyes and he laughed softly. "Whatever, just get me a coke and I'll be out of your hair."