Hello my Readers! Ok so I don't really write much about Woo Bin, never had much inspiration for him, but a little while ago I had a story hit me like a ton of bricks! I just love when that happens! So I dropped everything and typed up some ideas a viola! Here's the first chapter! I'm also working on a JihooxOC story but you'll see that when I post it! So enough with my rambling and onto the chapie!

Woo Bin downed the rest of his drink, feeling the light burn of the alcohol fill into his body. He was at one of his favorite bar scenes, where it was fun without all of the overly loud music blaring out of stereos and the smell of sweat from the risqué dancers, leaving all of that for later on in the evening. He was flying solo tonight, like he had been for a while now. Jun Pyo was married, Yi Jung was completely hopeless over Gaeul, and Ji Hoo never really partied much, so it was just him sitting at the bar by himself.

Growing up was no fun for Woo Bin. He was twenty five going on twenty six, still young but he didn't have the freedom he had when he was younger. His father had passed away not too long ago, lung cancer from all of the cigars he had smoked in his day, and left the entire company to his son. Along with it, Woo Bin had inherited all of the responsibilities that came with the job, even the ones that only existed in shadows. Though he had tried to cut most of the illegal parts of his company out, there were a few that he still maintained that brought in good money or had good connections.

Many of the companies, both large corporations and secret underground business men had even attempted to join companies with the Song family, through an arranged marriage with Woo Bin and one of their daughters or nieces. His father actually toyed with the idea of setting up his son with a bride of an even larger company in order to gain more power, but Woo Bin escaped the shackles of this fate with the death of his father. Though he completely detested the idea of being forced to settle down like the world was trying to get him to do now, in moments like these he thought it would be nice to not to have to go to a club every night to find a woman's company, to have someone to go home to every night. He envied his friends who had found love, but tried to persuade himself that this lifestyle was better, more suited, for him.

The bartender filled his glass again and he felt some one run their fingers along his shoulders.

"Hi," a young woman almost purred. She was wearing a short, sexy, sleeveless purple dress with dangerously high heels and leaned towards him, eyeing him seductively. He flashed his famous Don Juan smile towards her, knowing that this would be easy entertainment for the evening not even bothering a hello. Yes, this lifestyle was much more suited for Woo Bin, he wasn't done having fun yet.

./././

Woo Bin awoke, feeling the dull throbbing of a hangover, and stretched, feeling the cool sheets next to him. Of course she had left before he woke up, that was the point of a one night stand. It would be awkward if she had stayed, no one likes to have a conversation with someone who doesn't even remember their name. He got up groggily and reached for his phone, dialing Yi Jung's number.

"Hello?" He answered on the second ring, it sounded like he was in a good mood.

"Yo, Man, you missed a killer party last night!" He said, rubbing his head, but then he heard Gaeul laughing in the back ground and he knew their conversation topics were limited.

"Yeah, well, maybe next time," he smiled, knowing Yi Jung was choosing his words carefully, "But hey! You should come over later, everyone else is coming too, I've got something to tell you all."

"Alright, see you then," he said before hanging up the phone. He sighed, his mood slightly souring. He was happy for his best friend's relationship, he really was, but he missed the good old days where it was just the F4, the four of them. But all good things must end, just like the title of F4 was barely used today. Woo Bin rolled out of bed to get ready for the day.

./././

"Ah, Mr. Song good morning!" Woo Bin flashed a smile to his secretary, and older woman though she was strikingly beautiful, with long legs and jet black hair to her thin waist. He had slept with her on a few occasions, but today he only spared a smile and a wink before entering his office, he didn't want to have to deal with her today just yet.

He went into his office to find a short, balding Korean man sitting in the chair across from his desk. Though he had been expecting him it surprised Woo Bin, he didn't think he would be here this early. Mr. Kim was here to negotiate a business deal, like many men he dealt with he held a lot of power in the drug market, not as much as the Song family, but enough to where Woo Bin mainly let him take care of most the boring parts of being a business man.

"Mr. Kim," Woo Bin bowed slightly before shaking the man's hand and taking a seat at his desk.

"Now Woo Bin, you look more like your father each time I see you…" Mr. Kim's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment, taking in Woo Bins appearance. Woo Bin didn't know whether to take his compliment in a good or bad way. Maybe it was the suit, he thought, and the way he seemed to have power over things that made him look like his father, but on the inside, Song Woo Bin was nowhere near the ruthless man his father was.

"Thank you sir," That was the acceptable answer to Mr. Kim's comment.

"Here are the documents from all of the deals that had taken place this month," he handed him a manila envelope, and by deals Woo Bin knew he meant drug deals.

"Thanks," he murmured before pulling out its contents, swiftly going through all of the numbers on the page.

"There's a club that I and many of my clients go to…" Mr. Kim began before looking up to Woo Bin expectantly, "Maybe you would like to come with us tomorrow night…? My treat."

Woo Bin looked up to see Mr. Kim grinning towards him. He knew that it wasn't from the kindness of his heart that Mr. Kim wanted to take him to a club. Mr. Kim knew very well if Song Woo Bin wanted to go to any club in the world he could afford it, but he was just trying to bribe him in case some of the numbers didn't add up right he wouldn't shut down his business. Woo Bin smiled, he knew his part in this, and he knew how to play it.

"Of course, Mr. Kim, that's very kind of you." Mr. Kim nodded before pulling himself up, giving out a low huff as he did so.

"This club, the girls there, are said to be able to bring the strongest of men to their knees, making them fall in love with them and break their hearts all in one glance."

Woo Bin raised an eyebrow at him as he exited his office before rolling his eyes, did he want to go to the club with old fat men trying to find pleasure outside of their tormented dull lives tomorrow night? No. Did he have to? Yes. Because that was the life he was born into. He took one last glance at the manila envelope before deciding that it could wait for later and grabbed his keys to head over to Yi Jung's.

What'd you think? Yeah I know, can't think much cuz nothings really happened yet but it'll get better! I just hope I can get all the ideas out, but if anyone has any suggestions feel free to let me know! Please review because I really like to hear from you guys!