Chapter one.

Listening to a junior kid talk about a failed love story, it made me feel as excited as a glass of Moscow Mule, a combination of Vodka and a unique ginger beer, but unconsciously wanted to learn and enjoy it. I just didn't expect that after being drunk, it made me fall into cumbersome emotions, so tired. That damn love!

           "Bittersines" famous bar in Gangnam district, Seoul. This person wears the familiar black mask of the Bittersines bartender bar, with a smile on his lips. The low, gentle male voice caught the listener's ear and asked the guest in front of him: "What do you need?"

           The boy with dyed red hair was ruffled, but still couldn't hide the beautiful features of his face. The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned"

           The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously.

           The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all came together, and then when he realized it, he was thrown into criticism and a drunken stupor.

         "Instead of asking why we broke up, go ask yourself why you can't grow up and not be as gentle as Hong. I was blind when I chose to love you at first, love a rude guy. Oh my really bad!"

         He smiled wryly, he didn't kick people to be kicked for a deafening blow. Being compared to a bookworm, stuck in the boring library every day. What could be more humiliating, he growled his clenched fist just a little longer when he couldn't keep his composure. The sound of the hand hitting the tabletop "Boom" but not from him, it was from the person who entered a few minutes after him next, the tall boy cursed: "Damn, I spent money to drink a glass of sweet wine. like this soft drink!"

          Looking at the cocktail he laughed sarcastically, a glass of Blueberry Mojito has only about 10% alcohol content. He asked for a spicy taste in a glass of soft drink, he knocked on the table and said: "You're going to the bar for the first time?

          Hearing that, his face burned hot, and he slammed his fist on the table again. Indeed, he was right, he had just been kicked by his girlfriend and wanted to go to relieve his grief. But a kid who just graduated for the first time in a bar knows nothing about alcohol, not to mention being afraid of spending money, so he ordered the most affordable one.

          The bartender loudly reminded: "I will make another dish as you want, or if you continue to annoy the customer. I will call the security to take you away!"

          One day was more than enough, he left with his face red from frustration. He sat on one side with someone to make fun of, the mood returned to the bartender's smile and said: "That face is burning with enthusiasm, it must have been relieved."

          He just nodded gently and didn't answer, he shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "You don't mind if you talk to me, don't you?"

          Only then did he turn around, still with the same catchy voice as he entered the shop. The sound of the piano mixed with the violin makes the bartender so charming or in a black uniform. "It's an honor, ladies and gentlemen, that's part of my job."

          Hearing the other person use honorifics to answer him was a bit uncomfortable, took a sip of wine and waved his hand, saying: "Don't use honorifics, it's not comfortable. Just like two friends!"

          He just smiled, he began to confide in: "What if your lover always says he loves you, but then brutally kicks you. Oh...just because she got caught in the net. a nerd's love is boring, and you're so rude it annoys her."

"It doesn't matter if you're bummed, or if she realizes that a nerd is the best choice." He thought for a moment, then answered his story, and began to make another glass of wine.

      

          Continue the unfinished sentence: "Because if she really loves, she will accept, accept all good and bad points. Or, you are the one she loves until a better person comes."         

           Pushing a finished glass of White Russian in front of him, softly speaking in an enchanting voice the listener spoke again: "A glass of White Russian is good for the mood of a heartbroken person?"

           He sneered, took a glass of wine to enjoy: "Delicious...but I don't think I'm heartbroken."

          He replied faintly: "Your words and mood, are you fighting?"

           The aroma of Kahlua's coffee and a little fat from fresh milk lingers in the throat. Vodka's pungent taste spread in his larynx, he continued: "Just one girl, and tomorrow when news of my breakup spreads. Another woman will confess again and I continue to have a love. other."

           Behind the mask, his dark eyes turned towards him. "You try to find out about the bookworm her ex-lover mentioned, maybe find the answer?"

              

          The glass of wine is empty, it's time to end the conversation. He stood up, pulled out the card to pay, and said: "it;s interesting, but unfortunately a nerd surname Hong name Hanseok is right. I'm not interested."

         The name given out made the bartender a little startled. He looked at the card in his hand and chuckled softly: "I think you should check your wallet."

         Seeing the card with the word "Student card" dangling in front of him, he immediately became embarrassed. Nodding back the card, this time looking closely is the new bank card. After paying, he left without saying a word, leaving the bartender with a puzzled smile.

         Sending him out of his shift was also over, smiling and bowing to the shift changer with him. Instead of changing into a white T-shirt and jeans, folding the uniform, the nameplate fell and rolled on the floor.

   

        "Hong Hanseok" the name is engraved on it. He gave a scornful smile, still the same deep voice, but with a bit of mockery: "Senior Lee Seunghee, not a good conversation, right?"

         Walking around the banks of the Han River to enjoy the breeze with the mood that after returning home, he would have a good night's sleep, he encountered a familiar figure. It's Lee Seunghee. He's squatting with some soju pods around, it's not his business that he doesn't interfere. That's his reason, but his heart doesn't allow it.

         He looked at him with annoyed eyes, the smell of alcohol wafting up foul. He patted his shoulder but showed no sign of waking up. While thinking about whether to bring him home, or not. Then he grabbed his hand and pulled him down, his whole body fell on top of him.

         Fortunately, it was late at night so no one was passing by, but if you see a scene of people pressing people like this. The police will come to say hello in a few minutes!

          It took him a long time to get out of the drunkard's embrace, it was difficult to stand. He rebuked:

         "Okay, although you speak badly of me. But my kindness is immense. Wake up, I'll take you home!"

         He slapped himself on the forehead with a big bang, he forgot this guy was drunk and lost consciousness. Difficulty pulled him to sit up, grabbing his arm and draped it over his shoulder. He struggled to drag him home, if he had known in advance, he wouldn't have gone for a walk. Then pick up a debt on your shoulder, today is bad