P.S. DONT FALL FOR ME| h.c

five

"It's two in the morning, Renjun."

Haechan sat down on the stool at the bar, signaling the bartender for a drink.

Renjun downed another shot of vodka, his head dropping low on his chest. There was a gloomy cloud on top of his head like usual.

Haechan looked at him, sighing quietly. "Who dumped you this time? Chaeyoung?"

"Yeji."

Haechan sniggered. It's been three years since he last saw Renjun, but he didn't change one bit.

Haechan used to be so envious of him even though Renjun came from a family of seconds in the business world. The Huangs were known to be assistants, secretaries, right-hands. But Renjun is working his way up to defy the odds.

Haechan admired his drive. Renjun always succeeded in his plans, from mastering piano to being the top student in their class, he always won.

Excluding in the course of romance.

"You deserve that. Didn't you leave Ryujin hanging after your first date?"

Renjun's head shot up from the name, his hair disheveled and face crimson from getting too drunk.

"Her father is a chauffeur!"

"And you're Zhong's assistant."

"Vice president," Renjun corrected with squinted eyes and furrowed brows.

Haechan chuckled. "That's not how you're referred to as, bro."

Renjun groaned, planting his forehead on the cold surface of the bar. He shook his head slowly.

"I want to run my own company. Not run a company for someone else."

Haechan placed his hand on Renjun's head, ruffling his soft brown hair.

"At least you're not married."

Renjun scoffed, sitting up and crossing his arms. "I'd rather be unsuccessful and getting laid than unsuccessful and not getting laid."

Haechan held his drink close to his lips, "I'm not."

Renjun raised a brow, "Not what?"

"Getting laid."

Renjun snorted, "Having a hard time wooing Park Haeun? You need some tips, bro?"

Haechan rolled his eyes. "Coming from a cock-blocked asshole? No."

"Cheer up, Haechan-a," Renjun gave his back a hard pat. "You only got back yesterday. Plenty of time to mess around."

Haechan kept his stare ahead with a plain look on his face. Renjun knew this look too well. He shrugged nonchalantly, waiting for his best friend to give in.

Haechan sighed loudly, "Alright, I'll tell you."

Renjun tilted his head feigning innocence. Though he knew exactly who was Haechan thinking about.