1. Arrival of candidates

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Until the sun comes up, where the party at
Until we fall asleep, where the party at
Sing it, sing it again. Drink it, drink it again
We're born again
Drink it up (the pain of creation)
One shot (the scolding of this era)

Drink it up (Talking with myself)One shot (Okay now l'm ready fo the sho)Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass ayEveryone all, fall, fall into this crazy artistOne drink (one shot), two drinks (two shots)Get drunk on art and say onghaeya

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Drink it up (Talking with myself)
One shot (Okay now l'm ready fo the sho)
Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass ay
Everyone all, fall, fall into this crazy artist
One drink (one shot), two drinks (two shots)
Get drunk on art and say onghaeya

HEDONISTS

"It's a very prestigious school, but full of strange people Are you sure you want me to leave you there?"

He answers nothing to his driver, irritated at how much he talks. He thought he would be quieter, London being synonymous with depression and gray personalities. The only thing he manages to glimpse with a hint of color, are the women's dresses on the sidewalks and the displays in women's boutiques.

Otherwise, an earthy, grayish, dull shade of gray throughout. Similar to an irritating filter. To think that he chose between being here or Germany is even worse. Maybe over there there is at least a miserable smile from time to time. Not far away, finally, he glimpses the huge place where he is going to spend ninety percent of his time: the Wardbridge College of Arts and Sciences.

It is considered new. It is only a few years old, but it stands out in that its students have been more than impressive. From artists, designers and musicians to scientists. One even managed to find a cure for migraine without having to cut open his patient's head. However, as you can tell from its name, it is primarily focused on the arts unlike many of today's universities.

Where priority is given to applied sciences such as medicine, mathematics, physics, chemistry, etc.

Fifteen minutes of walking concludes in being able to get out of the car. His three-hour torment. He picks up his only suitcase and gives a snort at the gothic structure building, pretending to be hundreds of years old and not the seven or eight years it has actually been standing. Not five minutes pass when he finds groups of young adults and some not-so-young people talking in the garden.

So outlandishly that it looks like a painting in some millionaire's house. Some wearing older clothes and not the stiff, uncomfortable suits of today; women smoking and with huge books on their laps; men with long, braided hair; laughter everywhere, cheerful and suspicious animus in his opinion.

"Are you my Min Yoon-Gi?"

"Yes And you are?" he retorts bitterly. I wanted to walk in and go straight to the dean's office or whoever. A student? Appearing out of nowhere portends a lot of annoyance for him. He is a tall, large-bodied, broad-shouldered man; his Asian features very refined and well-groomed.

His thick lips curve into a small smile.

"I'm Kim Seok-Jin or Seokjin Butler" He introduces himself bringing a hand to his chest. "Nice to meet you... I was asked to keep an eye out for your arrival. To take you to the dean."

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