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The next big thing that changed Jisung was when Minho dragged him to his first frat party. It took a while for him to realize that no one liked the smell of those houses, nor the feeling of sweaty skin of strangers rubbing against your own –unless you're drunk or high.

Minho's genius plan to convince him was simple. He got the boy tipsy enough that he would agree to go. Then he played parent as they met with Changbin and Chan plus a friend of theirs, Seungmin, on the way to the party.

"What did you give him, the pills I told you about?" Changbin joked and nudged Minho's shoulder.

He shook his head. "A sip of wine, a single sip."

At that, the blond held onto a streetlight and circled it. "We'll hope he stays a funny drunk, no?" Chan asked.

Seungmin seemed to be the only one who cared for the boy's safety, as he went to pick Jisung off the pole as he tried to climb it.

They arrived at the party shortly after and Jisung was returned to Minho's care. Seungmin wanted to show them around, claiming to know someone who lives here. They went into the kitchen. To do that, they squeezed past a couple deep into a make-out session.

"Hol' up." Seungmin walked a few steps back, staring at the two. "Camilia??"

They parted hastily. "Hi... Seungmin baby."

Chan and Minho looked at each other. "Shit's about to go down." Minho mouthed.

The boy, bright red hair sticking in all directions, and freckles flowering on his similar red face, ran. He just straight-up ran out of the building. And was chased by Seungmin.

That night was the one where they became parts of their little group as well. (After Seungmin and he rolled around on the grass, beating the shit out of each other.)

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