Its 2010, you’ve been working in this shitty dive bar for years that you’ve stopped counting. The bathroom was busted and dirty, the folks were no better. You worked the bar! Which seemed good enough, aside from the drunken old men, the ladies trying to find their drunken old husbands, and all that. It paid nice and you were fine.

The bar was in a.. somewhat “bad” part of Seoul. No where you’d expect a celebrity or anything. There had been more bug infestations than you could count on two hands, so the bar really wasn’t helping the reputation.

It’s 11pm and you’re working the bar as usual, pouring drinks, making insufferable small talk, just trying to get your moneys worth. Your co-worker runs up to you and starts hitting your back and pointing at the door. Kwon Ji-yong (plus some friends). You weren’t that phased, you knew who he was, it was hard not to, but you weren’t into the rap scene at all. You just expected a few assholes to come and do asshole things and then you could go home.