So Yi-Jung leaned against the brick wall in the alley behind the club. His head pounding in rhythm with the faded booming of music coming from underground. He knew he drank too much, but then again, he always drank too much. Woo-Bin had left with his date an hour ago. Yi-Jung had ordered a driver to pick both him and his leggy blonde but for some reason, he sent her alone into the dark night. Now here he was, waiting for the young waitress that left a pretty impression in his mind. He couldn't fathom why he was there and why he was waiting, maybe he was drunk-yes he was very drunk, but he also felt some familiarity whenever he was around her. She reminded him of his lost love. She reminded him so vividly it was painful, yet intoxicating and he wanted more.

But waiting outside for an hour in the cold bitter air was only making his headache worse. He let out a deep sigh, running his hand down his face, trying his mightiest to shake off the liquor. It was no use though, he had drank the night away once again and his pounding head was a sure sign of the beginnings of a terrible hangover.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath, losing a bit of his balance. He stumbled around before sliding down against the wall and sitting. The metal door beside him banged opened and Ga-Eul stepped out, no longer dressed in the skimpy uniform he liked.

She didn't notice him at first, slamming the door and adjusting the bag on her shoulder. He squinted, watching her as the yellow light lit up her face.

"Hm." He muttered. Ga-Eul turned around letting out a choked screech. It was difficult for him to see straight but in a seconds flash, she was holding a can of pepper spray at him ready to use it. Her other hand was at her heart, rising and falling quickly with her breath.

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" He put up his hands in surrender.

"W-what are you doing here?!" She stepped away from him accusingly.

"I-I don't know." He whispered. Because in truth, he didn't know why he waited for her.

"You're drunk." She sighed and crouched down next to him. "Can I call you a cab?"

"I have a personal driver."

"Well, call him. I have to leave but I want to make sure you don't pass out in this alley. God knows how many bums will steal from you."

Yi-Jung had no intention of calling his driver. After he dropped the blonde off, he gave him the night off. Why he did that, he still didn't know. He blamed the Tequila. He leaned forward and his body leaned with him, falling slowly towards the ground. Ga-Eul's hand landed on his forehead, preventing it from hitting the concrete.

"Aish! Why'd you have to get so drunk. Come on, let's get you up." Ga-Eul pulled him up on his feet and using her body to support him. At this point, Yi-Jung was practically laying on her back as she struggled to keep him up.

"Warm..." He whispered as he snuggled into her back.

"Ya! Don't get all flirty with me! Come on, that's it. One step at a time. Aish! I'm practically carrying you!"

He would have felt bad if he was sober. Actually, he would have been mortified being carried in the middle of the night by some country bumkin of a girl.

"Tacky!" He muttered as he thought about her daily outfits and simpleton dialect. "You're tackyyyyy."

Ga-Eul scoffed and moved aside, letting his own hindered balance take the lead. He fell on his butt as she crouched in front of him. "I don't have to help you, you know. Continue with your insults So Yi-Jung, and you'll be left here all alone with your expensive clothes. Let's see if you'll wake up with them tomorrow."

The last comment drew a sly grin on his face. "When you take me home, and you will, then you have all the permission to take off all my clothes."

Ga-Eul drew her head back and laughed, a slight blush on her cheeks. "The tequila made you delusional. As if I'd ever." She took his hands and helped him to his feet again. "Let's go. I have work in the morning."

Ga-Eul ordered a taxi and paid with the cash in his wallet. What surprised him was when she got on with him and off and helped him out of the taxi when they got to his studio. Then again, it wasn't as surprising if he put some thought into it. Ga-Eul was Jan-Di's best friend, and knowing Jan-Di, she would only be friends with people like herself. Kind and helpful and painfully common.

"Where's your key?"

"On me. Somewhere..." He mumbled enjoying Ga-Eul's hands patting him down to feel for his key, which was in the pot at the corner of the door.

"Ya! Stop playing games! I said I have work in a few hours and its late!" She smacked him lightly on his arm. After finding no key on him, Ga-Eul thought of the most practical places to hide it and with very little effort, found it in the pot.

Yi-Jung watched as she slid the key and turned it, opening the door and shoving him in. She held onto him while they hobbled to his bench, where she laid him down.

"Alright...Goodnight." She said once she had helped him out of his shoes and covered him with his jacket.

"Ga-Eul Yang..." He moaned, grasping her hand. "Wait... I need to say something."

Ga-Eul gave him a quizzical look and leaned a little closer to him. Suddenly Yi-Jung's world spun and nausea set it immensely, turning his stomach round and round. He pushed her harshly away from her, sending her flying to the ground as he threw up all over the floor.

"YA! SO YI-JUNG!"

Ga-Eul ran around his studio while he continued yacking his guts out. If he wasn't so drunk, he'd feel the curse of humiliation. Ga-Eul came back to his side, placing a trashcan in front of him so he wouldn't cause a massive flood on his floor with his vomit.

"Aish! You're unbelievable. Where's your phone!"

He attempted a response, but a wave of dizziness took over and he continued vomiting bile. Ga-Eul careful reached into his back pocket while he leaned into the trashcan. He vaguely heard her mumble all sorts of annoying insults at him as he laid back down on the bench.

"Yeoboseyo? Erm... Is this Yoon Ji-Hoo sunbae? This is Jan-Di-ah's friend Chu Ga-Eul. Huh? He's... really drunk and vomiting everywhere. Sorry to call you so late, Woo-Bin Sunbae didn't answer. I need some help. Yea. I have work in three hours. Thank you! The door is open. So sorry again!"

Yi-Jung groaned not wanting Ji-Hoo to come. He didn't need help. He always got this drunk, she was just making a big deal out of nothing. All of a sudden, Yi-Jung felt consumed by anger. A small voice at the back of his mind told him he was just drunk and emotional, but the alcohol made him ignore it.

"Ya! Meddlesome girl! Why did you call Ji-Hoo. I always get drunk like this. You didn't have to make a big deal out of nothing. So annoying." He knew his words were slurred and barely understandable but he didn't care. He began spouting out an array of insults at Ga-Eul who only ignored him and cleaned up his vomit from the floor.

"I'm talking to you!" He whined at her while she continued her monotonous movements of wiping the floor, throwing away towels, spraying, and scrubbing the floor clean. "You're so annoying. You're a traitor! You left me alone! You promised!"

Ga-Eul stopped her scrubbing and turned to face him as he continued to trash talk her. He knew she wasn't Eun-Jae but for some reason, his mouth wouldn't stop moving.

"How could you. How could you! You left without saying anything! You left me all lone! All alone!" And the tears flowed. Ga-Eul turned back to scrubbing and let him cry his eyes out like a baby. She ignored him and for that he was thankful.

He must have drifted into sleep sometime after, too emotionally drained to stay awake. When he opened his eyes he saw the vague figure of Ji-hoo and Ga-Eul leaning over him.

"Found him...fell over...taxi...vomitting...alcohol poisoning...work in two hours...thank you...take care."

And then Yi-Jung fell asleep.

"Yo! Ji-Jung! Wake up!"

Ice cold water drenched his face and his clothes, arousing a yelp. He shot up from bad, teeth chattering and a fist ready to punch the perpetrator. All around his bed, the three F4 members stood laughing.

"Had a fun night?"

"Ya! I'll ruin you all!"

Woo-Bin sat down next to him, putting a comforting arm around him. "Poor little Yi-Jung had a rough night?" He pouted and pinched his cheeks. Yi-Jung growled and smacked his hand away.

"No, you idiot I-" And it suddenly dawned on him he didn't remember anything from last night. The last memory he had was a hazy outline of a pretty girls face massaging his back. "Aw shit. What happened?"

"I got a call from a girl last night, Jan-Di's best friend, saying you were belligerently drunk and throwing up all over your studio. She brought you home from the club and scrubbed your floor clean from your vomit. She had work so she called me to come and make sure you weren't dying from alcohol poisoning."

Jan-Di's best friend...

"Ga-Eul-Yang?!" He was mortified. He couldn't remember much but random flashes of her cleaning and him crying shot into his mind. Yi-Jung groaned, running his hand down his face feeling like the most humiliated man in the world.

"You owe her thanks. She could have left you in that alley. You also kept her up all night taking care of you and she had work. So immature." Ji-Hoo shook his head, handing Yi-Jung a glass of Pedialyte and some aspirin.

"Ya! Why do you always get so drunk you fool. Jan-Di-ah yelled at me for you keeping her friend up at odd hours in the night. I got yelled at for your mistakes." Jun-Pyo pointed an accusing finger at him in annoyance. "You better find her and thank her, or it'll be my head on the line. Aish!"

And in that moment for the first time in his life, So Yi-Jung was scared of confronting a girl.