Halfway to find shelter, Haru realized that covering himself with his coat was useless; the coat was drenched, and the rest of his clothes were soaked as well. The only part of him that remained somewhat dry was his hair. As he looked around, he spotted an open coffee shop where he could wait until the storm passed, since the nearest convenience store he found on his phone was still out of sight.

Haru stood outside the coffee shop, leaning against the doorframe to catch his breath after his sprint. Rain streamed down the sides of his face as he glanced back, noticing another figure running toward the shop, their footsteps splashing through puddles. Haru shifted to the side to make space, his breath fogging slightly in the cool, damp air.

When the stranger finally reached the awning, both equally soaked, Haru let out a small sigh and voiced, “Looks like the weather forecast got it wrong today, huh?” He gestured toward the door. “I’m heading in. Are you coming?” He then pushed the door open and held it for the other person while waiting for a response.

"Since I know you don't know what a picnic is, I'll show you." Haru couldn't remember why their conversation revolved around picnics the other day, but the concept wasn't clear enough for the other even after his efforts to explain it to them. Haru, as a visual learner, decided to show him what a picnic was because 'eating while sitting on the grass' didn't sound appealing and the experience was much more than just that.

He picked up the basket he prepared and gave the other a smile. "Ready, Hojin?"

Haru raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms on his chest. Were they trying to hide their hand? For what purpose if he had seen the wound already? The male tilted his head to the side and his eyes followed the blood drops hitting the ground. "You don't have to explain anything, but I can see what's going on," he said softly, returning his gaze to the person. "But you have to treat it as soon as possible."

Muse: Haru - host at an exclusive host club Plot: He will be the host for the night, ready to serve as your muse's companion, allowing them the freedom to do as they please with him. (except for anything sexual, it's against the club's rules but outside the club, he's not against something casual)

His right hand unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he walked into the spacious room. He knew the place as the back of his hand, but he never knew who he'd encounter each night. Before introducing himself to the person, he glanced around and bowed at the security guard in charge of the VIP area that day.

He ran his hand over the leather sofa and walked around to stand in front of the person. Haru bowed politely to greet them and smiled —the most charming smile he could offer—. "Nice surprise," he said as he sat across the other. "Did you manage to book me today?" Haru questioned, crossing a leg over the other and resting his hands on them. "It was quite strange that Mrs. Lee canceled today. She was eager to tell me about her son. But it's nice to see another face from time to time. What bottle should I open for you?"

The new neighborhood he had moved to with his best friend was a little more desolate than the previous one. It was not entirely a surprise to him because there were wealthy people there, and it seemed that they didn't enjoy eating a snack at midnight or having a simple coffee in the morning, or perhaps they frequented other areas of the city for that. In any case, the only nearby convenience store was only a block away. Haru observed the same person for at least two weeks in a row, he could notice the exhaustion in their expression as they 'enjoyed' their food or drink at 10 or 11 pm, every single day. What a coincidence that they shared the same routine.

Haru smiled to himself at the thought and stood up, pulling a chair to sit next to them. "Tell me, what do you want to escape from today?"

"How can I help you?" Haru asked the person. A new face at the club that seemed entirely lost. There were times when it was more common to see new faces, but that particular club wasn't new, and it was the one he spent the most time at because his boss preferred to have him around, in any case, it was his duty to welcome customers while he wasn't busy (and most of the time he was already booked for frequent customers who could afford a higher preferential rate).

"Is this your first time here? Why don't you let me introduce you to how things work here?" Haru's lips flashed them a smile.

   The sun had started its descent in the sky as Heiran made the final touches to her set up for performing. She dusted off her distressed dark wash jeans as she gets up from adjusting the knobs and settings for the bluetooth speakers on the sidewalk. By now, this routine was natural, as she started busking and performing after she moved to Hwaryung. A small group of people were gathering around her over the course of the next five minutes.

  “Mic check, one, two.” Heiran cleared her throat as she made sure her mic was working properly. That got the attention of the crowd and she introduced herself, coolly waving. The rapper gives a quick fire overview of the songs she’ll be performing and presses a remote to start the first song.

  Once she starts her performance, the female’s gaze becomes fierce and she carries herself with attitude. Her rapping voice is low, yet sharp, with a hint of huskiness.  As she switches to singing, she walks around her makeshift stage, sometimes dancing a little.