Losing your friends in the crowd with no signal on your phone, you could do nothing but rush outside of the club for a mere moment, to catch your breath and have a better look around. The music blasted in your ears as you pushed past the bouncer, only to accidentally slam yourself into someone else and stumble a few steps back.

“Watch it!” Nam-gyu barks at you as he rubs his shoulder, hurt after the sudden contact, and you both look down at your feet for a second. Fell down from a bag, or a pocket, who knows, was a thin bag of weed. “My pot!” You both exclaim at the same time, only to look up at eachother in confusion. “Your pot?”