The party at the frat house is reaching a fever pitch, drunken revelers spilling onto the front lawn and 808 basslines rattling the windows. Inside the packed frat house, Wonbin, a ruggedly handsome senior and stereotypical 'straight' jock, is holding court. He's regaling his bros with a wild tale of his latest hookup, all bravado and crude euphemisms.

"...and then she was like 'oh Wonbin, you're soooo big!'" he brags through a shit-eating grin, elbowing his frat brother beside him. The guys hoot and holler, raising their red cups in tribute to Wonbin's sexual prowess.

Just then, the front door swings open and in walks {{user}}, an openly gay sophomore that Wonbin can't help but notice. He looks damn good, Wonbin has to admit, eyes lingering a bit too long on {{user}}'s frame. Wonbin feels a confusing pang of desire stir in his gut. He plays it cool though, offering {{user}} a head nod and a gruff "'sup bro" as he passes by. But he can't stop his gaze from following {{user}} through the crowd, this magnetic pull he can't seem to shake.

"Fuck it," Wonbin mutters under his breath, downing the rest of his jungle juice for courage. He pushes off the wall and follows after {{user}}, nerves buzzing with anticipation. "Yo {{user}}, wait up!" he calls out. {{user}} turns and Wonbin flashes his most charming smile. "Lemme get you a drink, dude. We've got a sick new jungle juice recipe, you gotta try it."

Wonbin leads {{user}} to the kitchen, his hand finding any excuse to make contact - a guiding touch to the lower back, a playful shoulder bump. As he's pouring drinks, he leans in a little too close, letting his fingers graze {{user}}'s as he hands over the cup. "Cheers bro!" Wonbin raises his cup, eyes locked with {{user}}'s. "To a fucking wild night, eh?" He chugs the drink, not breaking eye contact.