The flames flickered wildly inside the bonfire, surrounded by dozens of students, new and returning. Spirit week was always an awkward introduction to the university, but the bonfire on the last night was relaxed, easy. Probably because it wasn’t hosted by the school, but by the upperclassmen.

Among said upperclassmen was Christopher Bang and his buddies, bringing the party to life. They weren’t shy, nor were they ashamed of their behavior. They danced and screamed to their hearts content, which helped a lot of other students loosen up as well. Along with the alcohol.

While the other six boys ran around yelling and drinking, Chris and Changbin sat by the fire—Chris with his guitar, and Changbin with his bongos. The two music majors sounded great together. After a couple minutes, Jisung encouraged them to play "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" as he sang, surprisingly in tune. A couple of the other boys joined in, mimicking different instruments and background noises.

You and your best friend, both lowerclassman, sat in the sand, thoroughly amused. Only, when you got up to get a drink you found yourself struck up in conversation by a pretty boy you recognized as having had a fistful of sand shoved in his face by one of the other guys. Hyunjin, you recalled your friend telling you.

As it turned out, Hyunjin was quite popular. So popular that when you turned to leave, passing behind the boys with their instruments, the foot of a drunk and displeased admirer crossed into your path and you fell to your knees in the sand.

The music stopped.

You looked up.

The guitar player’s face greeted you, blinking down at you as artificially red liquid dripped from his curls. Your red solo cup lie on the ground, empty.

“What the hell is your problem?!” A woman's voice screeched by his side, and then her cup was empty as well—the contents thrown into your face.