Kim Sookjin' POV

I hated this.

I absolutely hated this.

I cussed at nobody but my luck in frustration as I felt the water droplets enter my hoodie through the raincoat and I was this close to going back to the restaurant and whine to my aunt.

But I knew that won't work on my aunt.

She'll either ban me from coming to the restaurant or she would stop giving me allowance everytime I visit and that was the last thing I wanted to happen.

So, even if I had to make an emergency delivery on a rainy evening, I'll still do that to ensure my unlimited supply of tasty fried chicken does not get affected.

I looked at the location where I was supposed to make the delivery and I scoffed at how fancy the apartment looked.

Did aunt make such amazing fried chicken that even the rich ordered that?

I looked at myself in the huge mirror that the lift that I had taken to reach the fifteenth floor and even the mirror looked so fancy.

Way fancier than me.

I was wearing a hoodie with an oversized denim jacket and ripped jeans and this non living mirror looked way better than me.

I shook my head as I walked out of the lift to see that the floor had only two doors.

The music was bursting out from the first one so I went towards it and read the number.

1503

This was the location.

As I was about to ring the bell, the door opened and somebody shouted 'Chicken' and I was pulled inside.

I looked around and it seemed as if there was a party going on.

A huge party at that.

Loud music, sweaty bodies, dim lights and smell of alcohol.

This party had everything.

Everything I hated.

I just wanted my money so I looked at the raven haired guy next to me who was sitting on the high chair drinking a beer.

"Hey, do you know who Kim Taehyun is? He needs to pay for the chicken," I told the guy.

"He's inside that room," The bunny teeth guy told me pointing out the room to the right and I nodded, thanking him.

I could feel bodies dancing around me and I just wanted to get out of here.

The whole party scene was just not my thing.

I knocked on the door but nobody replied. I knocked again but when nobody replied again, I yelled out "I'm coming in" and pushed the door to see a sight that scarred me.

A naked guy was sitting on a table and had wrapped his legs around another naked guy's waist who seemed to be pounding inside him.