It all started with a party and some chocolate cake.  My best friend was all weird about the party, my professor was encouraging me to attend it??? and I got free chocolate cake from this broad shouldered guy. So, of course, when I see the guy in the party, I want to say my thanks. But why do all of his friends have guns in their hands? And so does my best friend? What?

Being in love with Kim Jongin warranted some whiskey in your system. Who knew it could lead to the best (or maybe worst) situation ever?