Chan was well known around the campus. Beanie lazily covering the top of his hair, a slutty tank top hugging his toned chest, baggy jeans hanging low… that guy was a threat. He was the typical bad boy you’d see in every single teenagers’ movie you could watch; mysterious, flirty personality, good at sports AND a music lover who had no problem becoming a DJ whenever his friends needed him to for a party. He also had that golden retriever personality — only around his younger siblings — but that was a secret.

You and Chan were good friends, having met in your first year of Art School through mutual friends (who weren’t even friends anymore, lame). You weren’t too close but shared the same humor, and that was quite useful when one needed support from the other, while facing a young adult who did not know what joking meant during a party.

Today, Chan needed your help for a project he had to get done in his major; producing. Chan had the track, but he desperately needed a female voice, and you were the person that came first on his list. You were eating outside with your best friend and her boyfriend when Chan showed up, walking around with his typical fuckboy face — which always made you roll your eyes, that was quite ridiculous to say the least.

"Wassup," he smugly said, greeting the couple before turning his gaze to you. "How’s my favorite girl in the world doing? I kinda need your help."