The smell of alcohol and loud music coming from the stereos that were found in every corner of the building; people mixing together in the crowds; chanting, partying, having fun; it was everything that Chansik had expected. He was having fun, at least he thinks he was, and the unfamiliar faces that surrounded him cheered for him. For what? That, he didn't know, but he was in a deep state of drunken stupor from all the alcohol he had that night that he didn't care and just went along complacently with the crowd. 

     He felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly, and when he turned he recognized his Sunwoo hyung who was smiling at him—looking quite inebriated as he was. Chansik smiled back and suddenly he felt a soft pair of lips on his. He closed his eyes hard as he felt it pressing on to his lips harder and rougher, and the noise around him seemed to fade. Panting, groaning, , and the sound of sloppy kissing became the only sounds he heard. He felt like everything was in slow motion until it ended. When the pressure left his lips, with a gasp of air, he felt the world turning. He heard faint voices calling him, but one stood out, the one nearest to him, the one who was holding him.

     He lost consciousness with one thing on his mind. Sunwoo hyung.