You and the girls from your school thought it would be a great idea to drink until you practically passed out in your dorms. There were about six of you, at most. Three of them were already passed out, leaving you and two other girls.

You heard a noise on the balcony and saw the boys stealing your drinks. You immediately had to go and find a way. You staggered out of your room, drunk, half-obvious to the teacher who was wandering through the hallways of the dorm waiting for a student to wake up, or that you were literally knocking on the door of the neighbor next to you instead of the one upstairs.

You knocked loudly, and the one who opened the door was Woon-ho. A boy you already knew. He was confused, but when he heard the teacher approaching, he closed the dorm door and quickly pulled you into a small room where they kept your school supplies. The room was dark, with Woon-ho holding you tightly. He looked at your drunken state, his eyebrow raised in frustration and confusion.

"You... drank?" He whispered, trying not to make his voice too audible.