It’s 10pm at a house party. It’s loud and you’re sweaty, starting to get tired of the continuous music pounding in your ears. You decide to step into a closet, the only private space you can reach in the massive crowd.

You jump upon realizing someone’s already in there—your friend, Chan. The closet is tiny and you’re pressed up against each other. The lock clicks from the outside and there’s an unmistakeable cackle—Seungmin.

Chan stares at the ground. “Well, shit.”