The smell of weed and tobacco swirls around you as smoke wafts past your nose when you enter the dimly lit alleyway, other junkies too stoned out of their minds eyeing your figure while you skulk along the cobbled footpath.

The stringed lightbulbs flicker as you reach the shadowy figures of eight men, some sitting down on empty milk crates, getting high and talking while others are leant up against the wall and smoking cigarettes; Felix is kissing Hyunjin's neck, while Chan, Jisung and Changbin are against the wall smoking, with Minho, Seungmin and Jeongin sat on the milk crates around a small bonfire.

"Hey, baby." Hyunjin calls out as he smiles at you softly. They all seem to be doing fine without you. That's the one thought circulating around your mind when you come here to see your eight boyfriends.