His last boyfriend left him three months prior, taking half of Jiyong’s cash with him, not mentioning his pack of cigarettes and favourite lighter, the one shaped like a pistol he got from his sister for his twenty sixth birthday. His bills were due and he barely had the money to buy food. He wanted to curl up in the gutter and die, preferably in a quick way.

Not really the right mood for a party at his friend’s house.