"You're crazy if you think you can afford Gucci with your empty bank account." Chan Bin tosses the luxury magazine back at Nolan, the roll of paper bouncing off the brunette's head and onto the table as the older boy picks up where he left off wiping down the booths.

It's just the two of them remaining at Omelas Diner, the weather being a huge influence on the moods of their coworkers, who ditched the place the second the clock struck eight in the evening. The owner, Choi Chan Bin, however, likes to stay back and clean up after everyone, his good heart assures them he needs to work off his old age. Unfortunately, Chan Bin is Nolan's roommate and only rides home, so the younger boy makes do with their schedules by staying back at the diner, sitting around until Chan Bin's done with wiping down everything.

It takes a while, but Nolan is grateful his roommate always drives him home - there's no way in hell he's going to ruin his hard-earned, expensive Gucci loafers in the rain this particular evening.

The skin between Nolan's eyebrows wrinkles as he flips open the worn-out pages of the Gucci catalogue, his lips weighed down by a frown as he so desperately desires to be wearing the designer brand on his body. Gucci is his weakness, his kryptonite, the reason why he's still broke despite working a whole spectrum of different jobs.

"Stop looking like your puppy died." His roommate sounds irritated, probably because of the rain. Bin's not too fond of the weird-smelling water that ruins the exterior of his restaurant, and he's quite the downer when it comes to Nolan's unhealthy obsession anyways.

"Hyung, I just have to pick up a few more shifts," Nolan counters, perching his chin on his palm as he slowly looks through the pages for the umpteenth time, his lips drooping even more when the once-strong smell of Gucci cologne fades with each page he turns.

"Don't overwork yourself, Nol." Bin grunts as he scrubs hard at the vintage vinyl seats. It makes an irritating squeaking noise, loud enough to hide the curse words Bin spouts out like a water fountain when he pops his back. Nolan merely ignores the older boy's antics, his attention more focused on his poor catalogue and current situation, though his other hand is lingering on his phone in his pocket just in case Chan Bin actually breaks his back.

The older boy rises from underneath the table, his expression one of pure contempt as expression оnе оf pure contempt as

he tosses the dirt-ridden rag back into its designated water bucket.

"I seriously hate the children who don't know how to use utensils correctly." He rips off his obnoxious yellow gloves and sets them on his cleaning cart.

"Bin-hyung," the brunette pipes up, instantly gaining the attention of his elder. The idea Nolan has in his head is far-fetched, but it's the only way he can splurge on Gucci based on the calculations in his head. His mood takes a complete one-eighty, his frown flipping into a mischievous smile.

"No. You are not working here."

The younger boy groans, his head falling from its perch and onto the table with a painful thud. There's no other way to even afford St. Laurent in his current situation is not even a decent

item on sale from an off-brand seller.

It instantly drops his mood as he rests there on the table, pretending to sob in front of his hyung in an attempt to guilt-trip him. But before Bin can collapse under the pressure, the bell above the front door jingles and Nolan's quality acting comes to a halt.

"Sorry but - Holy shit, never mind, what do you wanna order?" The transition from 'pissy Chan Bin' to 'owner Chan Bin' surprises Nolan, his eyebrows rising high enough he can feel the lines on his forehead. However, he doesn't bother to lift his head off the table as his lips pull into a pout, still protesting Bin's decision silently.

"I'm sorry, but all the coffee shops in the main square were closed." The voice that speaks isn't like Bin's; it's much more of a deep drawl, hinting profoundly at a totally different dialect than standard.

"Damn, I knew you'd be one to shop there." Chan Bin's combination of a laugh and a wheeze fills the air. Nolan's too lazy (and too extremely saddened) to lift his head to see the late customer, though he can picture the boy probably smiling along, pretending Bin's laugh is funny, like a dad joke.

Much to Nolan's low expectations, the mysterious person laughs with Bin, the sound harmonious in Nolan's ears. It's sweet and loose, nothing like the tight, awkward laughter Nolan's been a regular witness to. Unfortunately, it's cut short, leaving Nolan to listen to Bin's squeaky vocals. He scrapes at his memories to recover the beautiful sound once more.

Nolan turns his head so that his forehead is pressing against the table, knowing full well there's probably going to be an embarrassing red mark when he lifts his head. He is beyond the point of wanting to go home and cry his eyes out that he can't buy any more Gucci to compensate for his expensive tastes, but something happens to catch his eye as his gaze averts to the floor.

He sees the familiar curve of the shoe and the golden buckle: the exact same pair of Gucci loafers he's been drooling over for the last couple of weeks. Nolan's head shoots up from the table, jaw slightly ajar as his throat rumbles with noises of pure awe.

"Nice, huh?" The stranger chuckles again, Nolan's irises rising from the boy's expensive shoes to meet the lucky person's face.

He's instantly blown away by the boy's gorgeous looks, his attraction to men skyrocketing at the mere sight of him. The boy's raven-colored hair is swept across his forehead, tousled by a hard day's work. His smile is gentle on his full lips, and what makes Nolan melt in his seat is the boy's warm, dark chocolate irises that stare into his. The stranger's even more perfect clad in designer black pants that belong in an office and his rain-dampened sweater that's overlapped over a button-up.

Oh my lord, I'd sell my soul to Gucci if this was his human form. Nolan's tongue subconsciously licks his lips, not realizing he's been checking out the stranger for too long until Chan Bin clears his throat quite fakely.

"Here, I got you some of our best coffee." Bin hands him a steaming cup of pretty cheap coffee beans that Nolan has the urge to comment on. This person doesn't belong in the run-down part of Seoul, nor does he deserve watery coffee, but before Nolan can say a single word the stranger takes something out of his pocket.

"The company I work for is having a competition to become the CEO's assistant," he says smoothly, flashing Nolan a jaw-dropping smile. "I think you'd suit the job well."

"Does it pay enough for Gucci?" Nolan blurts out without thinking, instantly regretting saying that the moment it leaves his lips.

The stranger's smile widens, his chin lifting in a slight nod. "It pays eighty-six million won every year. It's more than enough for your...expensive tastes."

Nolan takes a look at the little card the stranger set on the table, his eyebrows rising to his hairline as he reads the very few requirements for a one-time opportunity to work at Jung Technologies - the world's largest and most technological advanced company. Eighty-six million won? That's more than all of my jobs combined. He grins gleefully, taking the card and securing it in his coat pocket.

However, before Nolan can say his thanks, the moment he looks up, the stranger's already disappearing behind the door.

"I'm telling all of my drinking buddies about this." Bin fumbles with his pockets as he searches for his phone. "I can't believe that guy just showed up at my diner."

"Who is he, hyung?" the younger boy asks, blinking slowly as he attempts to soak in the current situation. It's not every day you see a boy who looks like the son of Aphrodite or get offered a job that pays eighty-six million won.

"Let's go, Nol." The older man ignores his question, his phone balancing between his ear and shoulder as he pats his sides for his keys. "I'm moving drinking night a day forward."

As the two of them step out into the rain, Nolan secretly takes a quick glance at the little card the stranger gave him. The small piece of laminated paper feels expensive to the touch, like Nolan isn't even worthy of holding it. When he flips the paper over as Bin locks up the diner, a heart-shaped smile spreads across his face as he sees his future boss's name.

Jung Jae-In. Hm, I like that name. The joyous grin on his lips reaches his eyes as he and Bin make their way to the car and drive back to their shared apartment.