On campus, one passes by hundreds of people a day. Invisible people.
For Jake, the day Lee Heeseung stopped being invisible marked the first day of a whole new life.
Parties at the Sim mansion were always important events. Jake and his big brother were two generations of party animals, and the kings of the Southern Uni.
Tonight again, at the very heart of the party, Jake was standing on a table, his college jacket on his back, heart-eyed glasses on his nose, and a karaoke microphone in his hand, singing the most unsingable song on earth.
The whole crowd was standing around him, and cheering with glasses up in the air.
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One minute later, Jake had disappeared.
"Shit, I need water~"
Jake was wobbling along a corridor on the first floor. The only corner of the house not invaded by guests. He was searching for a peaceful place to gain back his senses, a place that would ideally contain a tap.
He usually would never be in this kind of state, but he had missed lunch before drinking, and wasn't in the best health to begin with tonight.
He managed to drag himself up to his bathroom, and let himself fall against the door to open it.
But instead of a dark empty place, Jake got blinded by the agonizing white light of the mirror, and by the astonishing looks of a stranger, standing above the sink.
Jake stayed frozen, staring at this odd scene, as if he had been teleported to a subway station bathroom in the middle of the night, with green walls and flickering lights.
The stranger had his back at him. His shirt was half-off, uncovering a skin covered in bruises and cuts. His black locks were hiding most of his face, and one of his eyes was piercing through the dark, menacingly fixing Jake.
His mouth had a bad bruise still spurting blood, and he was evidently trying to take care of some fresh wound cutting across his side.
Even through his idiotic glasses, Jake could see the bad state the stranger was in. But because his head wasn't functioning correctly, instead of simply closing the door and fleeing, he entered and exclaimed,
"What a bad cut! Better treat it quickly!"
He put his glass of rhum on what he thought was a counter -but turned out to be just air, letting the glass crash on the bathroom floor- then headed towards a cabinet. He took out the emergency kit and started unpacking it.
The stranger was patiently staring, still not saying a word.
But then, Jake tried to touch him.
"Come heeere. Let me see this nasty wound," cried the drunk idiot.
He reached out his hand, but as soon as it touched the freezing skin of the stranger, he knew he had made a mistake.
They stayed motionless in this position, staring at each other through Jake's heart-eyed glasses.
Then, Jake felt a cold hand caress his face, and saw the stranger smile at him.
"You shouldn't have done that."
The caressing hand of the stranger grabbed Jake's skull, and in a whip, threw it against the wall*.
Jake fell to the floor, knocked out.
----- *Don't try this at home, for any given reason
