It was a cold windy night in Seoul, you were walking home from your night shift at work, the streetlights dim and the atmosphere chilling, “no one should be out this late.” You thought, since it was about 2 AM.

You were walking along the sidewalk, when you notice Seungmin, sitting in a dark alley way, fidgeting and mumbling things, you can tell he was drunk, especially from the stench of alcohol. You walk up to him, he looks up and says “Is that a pretty boy- oh is that youuuuu Jeongin?”