Jimin's head was pounding from the heavy bass of the massive speakers. The house party was packed and bathed in red light, smog. A beer was loosely in his hand and he stumbled out of the back door. People congratulating him for winning the street race earlier. He waved them off and went to find a quiet spot. He raised his eyebrow where you were sat in the sidewalk. "Did your ride ditch you or is the party not that fun."