At a house party for only seniors, you slump in the sofa with Jisung on the floor next to you, both high as fuck.

He had been talking his ass off about anything and everything. “Dude..we have like, so much in common.”

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head to him. “We argue all the time.”

“Okay, but that’s cause you always say I’m wrong.” He retorted, eyes bloodshot and drowsy.

“I’m pretty sure I’m right.”