Disclaimer: I own everything and everyone except Han Seo-joon, who is the intellectual property of Yaongyi, creator of True Beauty (webtoon) and Lee Shi-eun (drama); this story is based on the drama.

Technical Notes: This takes place the morning after the events of You Can't Always Get What You Want, although this outtake assumes that Na-bi and Seo-joon had gone for drinks at a less informal place.

Author's Notes: Witness the dangers of letting your characters out to play. Except for Monster the cat, all the OCs in this story have been in my head for years, and they are taking full advantage of my revisiting them. (Also, the ending kind of got away from me. Let me know if you think it needs fixing!)

GUESS WHO'S COMING TO BREAKFAST

Finding someone asleep on the sofa wasn't an uncommon occurrence. The small house shared by the former members of the girl group Cantarella was frequented by their friends, and sometimes the girls' boyfriends dropped by when they had had too much to drink and were too lazy to go to their own homes.

But it was the first time this particular person had appeared.

Ha Ji-ra peered at the lanky form sprawled on the sofa. She wasn't surprised that the mystery guest was there, thanks to Song Na-bi's message last night that Han Seo-joon, who had also been at the wedding, needed to crash with them for the night; but she knew him by reputation and was curious. Unfortunately, the blanket had traveled from its original position to tangle around his upper half and hide his face, but the gentle snoring confirmed that he was at least still alive. Monster, the girls' cat, kept watch from the coffee table, occasionally twitching her striped tail.

Shrugging, she joined her third housemate in the adjoining kitchen area. "Can I do anything to help, eonni?" she asked Park Myeong-joo, who was inspecting the contents of their refrigerator.

"Besides fixing this annoying leaky faucet… how about setting the table? Let's make it for six in case Han Seo-joon can join us."

Obediently, she began counting out plates and cutlery. "I guess he and Na-bi eonni became close since they're in the same agency," she remarked, speaking softly so as not to wake him.

"I think he was the one who got her to perform at Im Joo-kyung's wedding yesterday," Myeong-joo said as she took out the eggs and a container of strawberries.

Ji-ra arched a speculative eyebrow at the sofa. "I was surprised when she suddenly decided to attend—and bought a new dress, too. Do you think we're going to start seeing more of him from now on?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Na-bi has only been with Move a short time. Maybe they're just friends and there's nothing more to it than that."

Seo-joon slumbered on under Monster's watchful eye. He was still asleep when Wang Yoon-jong arrived, swaggering self-importantly with a toolbox in his hand. "Did anyone call for a plumber…?" he caroled, removing his shoes— then noticed the unfamiliar pair of boots in the entryway. "Who's here? Is that Bae-hwan? Ya—"

"That's not Bae-hwan," Myeong-joo told him hastily, hurrying over in case Yoon-jong thought about shaking him awake. "He's a friend of Na-bi's."

"Oh. And here I thought my assistant had arrived really early." Losing interest in the sleeping person, who was of no use to him, he turned his attention to the young woman at his side. "Good morning, lovely lady in the sexy apron."

She laughed and turned up her face for a kiss. Since they were both public figures, it was tough to have to hide their relationship from the world, but it was a necessary evil. At least they had this space in which to be openly affectionate. "Good morning, handsome man with the sexy toolbox. Would you like some coffee?"

Yoon-jong was halfway through his coffee when his "assistant" arrived. "'Morning," Yang Bae-hwan greeted the room at large as he entered the house. He, too, stopped short when he saw the sleeping figure on the sofa. "Who's this?"

"He's Na-bi's," Yoon-jong told him.

"He is not!" Na-bi protested, coming downstairs in time to hear the exchange.

Naturally, Seo-joon chose that very moment to awaken. She squeaked in surprise as he sat bolt upright, startling Monster off the coffee table. He pulled off the blanket, revealing his rumpled hair, and scanned his now-silent surroundings with a sleepy, confused expression.

Bae-hwan was the first to recognize him. "Han Seo-joon?" he asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Na-bi hastened to intervene. "Seo-joon-ssi," she said, waving Bae-hwan off and stepping into Seo-joon's line of vision. "Good morning."

He looked at her blankly for a moment before rising to his feet, the pieces apparently falling into place. "Na-bi-ssi. Good morning. I take it I'm at your house?"

She nodded and leaned over. "You had a bit too much to drink last night," she explained quietly. "I thought it would be safer to bring you here instead of putting you in a taxi alone."

"Thank you."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a bus ran over my head," he admitted sheepishly. Then he leaned over and added in a low voice, "I didn't do anything… rude, did I?"

"Rude?" The question—or was it his closeness?—made her blush, but she smiled and shook her head. "No, not at all. You were a perfect, if kind of heavy, gentleman."

Seo-joon chuckled, his own cheeks turning pink. "Well, I'm sorry to put you through so much trouble. I normally don't drink that much."

"It was nothing," Na-bi assured him. "Now, why don't you wash up and have some breakfast with us? There's a bathroom just over there."

A visit to the bathroom later, Seo-joon was introduced to everyone and invited to join them at the kitchen table, where he was beset with stares from all sides. Across the table, Na-bi was flanked by her Cantarella bandmates, who eyed him curiously even as they offered him food. "We usually eat Western food for breakfast here," Park Myeong-joo explained as she passed him a platter of scrambled eggs. "I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all," he assured her politely, helping himself to some. He didn't really feel like eating, but knew he needed something in his stomach to feel better. "This is much nicer than what we usually have at the dorm."

On either side of him sat Wang Yoon-jong, the main rapper of the veteran idol group GHz, and the rock musician Yang Bae-hwan. The media compared Eclipse with Bae-hwan's indie band on occasion, so Seo-joon could feel a particular tension coming from the latter.

But it was Yoon-jong who spoke first. "So, how'd you wind up sleeping here last night?"

"Oppa!" Na-bi exclaimed.

The other guy was a sunbae, but Seo-joon met his gaze squarely. "Na-bi-ssi and I stopped for drinks after our friends' wedding," he explained politely. This was awkward, but she did say that he hadn't done anything stupid, so he had nothing to hide from anyone. "I had a bit too much and she kindly let me stay here."

"You shouldn't drink to excess like that," Yoon-jong admonished. "Not only is it bad for you, you have to remember you're a celebrity and you're in a group to boot. You can't risk getting wasted and doing something stupid that will reflect badly on you and your bandmates."

Na-bi scowled as Yoon-jong and Bae-hwan exchanged a fist bump right over Seo-joon's plate. "May I remind you both that you've spent quite a few nights on that couch yourselves?"

Myeong-joo touched her arm. "Na-bi-ya," she broke in gently, "he means well."

She bit into her toast with a growl. "Since I'm usually the one who has to drag them in here, I have every right to complain."

The other guys looked abashed. "Ya, noona, we treat you to massages at the spa," Bae-hwan said defensively. "It's not like we don't make it up to you."

"That still doesn't mean you can put my friend on the spot like this."

It was the first time Seo-joon had ever heard Na-bi call him her friend, but there wasn't much time to process the idea because Ha Ji-ra suddenly jumped to her feet. "COFFEE!" she exclaimed, heading for the coffee pot. "How about some refills and civil conversation?"

Yoon-jong grunted, but he seemed to take the hint. "So," he asked Seo-joon in a more conversational tone, "what got you to drink so much last night, anyway? What?" he asked when both Na-bi and Myeong-joo narrowed their eyes at him. "This is civil conversation!"

Seo-joon speared an apple slice with his fork. "Well, sunbaenim, if you really must know, my first love got married yesterday," he answered baldly. "To my best friend. And I sang at the wedding."

As he expected, that dropped an awkward silence on the table and Yoon-jong looked taken aback at his honesty. "Oh," he managed to say after sputtering for a moment. "Yeah, I can understand why you would need a drink or two after all of that."

"Tough break," Bae-hwan added, sounding grudgingly sympathetic.

Seo-joon shrugged and hid his face in his coffee. Even though it had still taken quite a bit to get through the wedding, he'd moved on from Im Joo-kyung years ago and there had been definite closure last night. Still, if a broken heart meant that these probing questions were going to stop, then he wasn't going to set them straight.

(Not just yet, anyway.)

It had been clear to Na-bi yesterday that Seo-joon was affected by his friends' wedding, but she hadn't guessed the reason why. Finding it out felt oddly deflating.

She busied herself with her breakfast, keeping her eyes on her plate to get herself together. Whatever that situation was, it had nothing to do with the present; after all, she and Seo-joon were just friends. And thanks to that revelation, Yoon-jong had stopped picking on him.

Just then, there was a loud mew and Monster jumped onto Seo-joon's lap. Na-bi thought the cat was just using him as a takeoff point and would move on, but instead she made herself comfortable and started to purr.

"Oh! Monster likes you," Myeong-joo said, looking delighted.

He didn't seem to be a pet person but didn't shoo Monster away, instead eyeing her uncertainly. "Uh, do I feed it?"

"You can give her some apple if you like; that's safe for cats."

As though it were the most fascinating thing in the world, everyone watched Seo-joon give the cat a small piece of fruit. Myeong-joo squealed happily when Monster snapped it up after a brief inspection. This was a pretty big deal, because when Bae-hwan—who was definitely less of a stranger to the cat—also held out an apple slice to her, Monster turned away from the offering and looked to Seo-joon for more.

"Why don't you feed Monster, too, oppa?" Na-bi asked Yoon-jong in a sugary voice. It was a petty thing to needle him, but she was still a bit put out by his heavy-handed treatment of Seo-joon earlier.

"Because I've tried often enough to know that she'll snub me, too," he retorted, bolting down the last of his breakfast. "Ya, if you guys are done, let's have a look at that faucet. You, too, Han Seo-joon."

"Me?"

"Sure. You spent the night and you're still here; you might as well make yourself useful."

"I don't know the first thing about plumbing," he said but he, too, finished his food.

"Don't worry about it," Bae-hwan told him. "Yoon-jong hyung does. All we'll have to do is hold the flashlight, hand him the tools he asks for, and make macho noises whenever he says something. It drives the girls wild," he added, nodding knowingly.

"You're delusional," Ji-ra told Bae-hwan even as she reached over to move some of his long hair out of his eyes.

Na-bi shook her head at the pair's antics smiled wryly at Seo-joon. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she assured him. He wasn't there to drive anyone wild (and making macho noises never worked, despite Bae-hwan's claims).

"I should help out," he answered as he followed Yoon-jong's lead and got up. "It's the least I can do in exchange for your letting me stay here last night."

The repair job went quickly, thanks to Yoon-jong, who had worked as a plumber's apprentice during his trainee days and picked up a few things; and with that task out of the way he and Bae-hwan were free to visit with their girlfriends and Seo-joon could return to the Eclipse dorm.

"You didn't have to carry me this far, did you?" he asked Na-bi on their way to the subway station. His voice was a little muffled by the mask they had given him to wear so he wouldn't be recognized.

He glanced at her as they walked, vaguely remembering staggering down a dark street with his arm tight around her shoulders. The smell of the smoke and grease from the chicken and beer place had clung to their clothes, to her hair.

"The taxi let us off around the corner from the house," she assured him from behind her own mask, "so it wasn't far. Do you have anything scheduled for today?"

"No. I knew I would need to rest after the wedding, so I made sure I had a day off today. You?"

"Just a taping this evening." She rolled her eyes. "I don't feel like fifth-wheeling it right now, so I'm going to run some errands before my manager picks me up."

Seo-joon chuckled briefly. It was very obvious from the outset who was paired up with whom. He had wondered whether Na-bi also had a boyfriend, but it didn't seem so from the way she was acting. The realization cheered him up for some reason. "Have they been together long?"

"Yes, but they've been really careful to hide it. I hope we can trust you to keep the secret, too."

"Of course," he promised. He could also tell that all of them had known each other for years; they teased and spoke frankly with each other with the ease of family.

"Thank you. Well, here you are," she said as they reached the entrance to the station.

"Yes, here I am. Thank you very much again." Seo-joon bowed. "I owe you a lot for last night."

Na-bi bowed back, then waved away his thanks. "I already told you, it was nothing," she insisted, a wash of pink rising over the edge of her mask. "I wasn't going to just leave you alone in your condition."

"Still, you should let me make it up to you." Yang Bae-hwan had mentioned treating her to a massage, but Seo-joon didn't know if it would be appropriate to suggest that. Besides, he didn't want to the same thing that someone else had already done. "How about dinner?"

"Dinner?" she repeated. Above her mask, her eyes widened in surprise.

He blinked, surprised at how that had slipped out. "Y-yes, sure," he said, making the quick save. "I mean, I'll have to think about how to manage it, but I'm pretty sure I can at least promise you better than convenience-store ramyeon."

Her eyes narrowed again. "Now I would be putting you through a lot of trouble. No, no, there's no need."

"I didn't mean it would be any trouble. I want to do this. Please let me make it up to you."

Na-bi glanced down meaningfully and Seo-joon realized that he had grabbed her arm. He released it abruptly as a crowd descended on them on their way into the subway station. "You're going to have to answer me quickly," he warned, making way for them.

The motion brought him a little closer to her and she took a step back. "I don't get time to think about it?"

"What's there to think about? I owe you big-time and we both have to eat."

"Way to make it sound even more appealing," she said with an incredulous bark of laughter.

He grinned behind his mask. His impulsive invitation had caused the conversation to take a ridiculous turn, and he found he was quite enjoying it. "I can tell the train is about to arrive," he told her as more people entered the station. "You have to tell me now. Like, now."

With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Na-bi threw up her hands in surrender. "Fine! Fine, we'll eat sometime. Now go and catch your train."

"OK. I'll text you! Thanks again for everything!"

Seo-joon joined the masses hurrying down the stairs, his heart curiously light.