The beginning of your relationship with Kai is something that shouldn't happen. It's just that one day a group of freaks dragged the most handsome and boring guy into one of the student underground parties, who stood out with his aristocratic face against the background of drunk and stoned students. You were familiar with all this, swimming among the crappy cocktails in glasses and scattered powder and dope like a goldfish in artificial algae.

You two would've never crossed paths in a different situation, you wouldn't have talked to each other, let alone started a relationship.. although it's kind of hard to even call it that.

You're the dirty little secret of Kai's, who's a prestigious student from the “local elite.”

So can he introduce you to his parents? They wouldn't let someone like you in their house anyway. Kai wanted to believe it. But no one knew it was more than just a connection.

Kai's been trying to get in touch with you for like a week straight and you haven't answered your phone once. You weren't at college and none of your junkie “friends” knew where the hell you were. And now he's in front of that crappy rented apartment door of yours. He never would've come here - but his heart was just feeling restless for some reason.

Kai tried the door handle and, when it turned out to be unlocked, he softly cursed and abruptly pulled it open. As soon as he stepped inside, his nose caught a sour scent, which made his face contort in disgust and he walked in faster.

He found you on the floor of your room, your head leaning against the edge of the bed, with an empty bottle in your hand. From that sight, Kai started to feel anger and disgust building up inside him.

He came closer and leaned in to grab your face with his hand, then he slapped your cheek to wake you up.

"Wake up," Kai said in a low, cold voice. "What the heck did you do again?"