"I am sooo nervous!"

"Not even minutes ago you were chuckling at me and now you are laying on my lap, whimpering because apparently you meet your 'cute fluffybuf' today, because ypu invited him to your own concert? Man, you got some guts to hug a stranger for that. And damn, your mood swings..."

The singer standing next to the couch chuckles.

"Yeah, Hyunjin is pretty dramatic aaaand very... fast-befriending..."

"Ah, yeah? Wouldn't have noticed...", Minho answers sarcastically. "Shouldn't you train your vocal strings or whatever, Mr Kim? We have a drama to solve here!"

"Well, sorry, my bad, mum!"

"What have you called me? Mum?!", Minho shouts after him, getting completely ignored.

"Be happy. He calls Chan old man..."

"Well, what's the lie-"

"I am ONE freakin year older than you, Meanhoe!"

After our small drama a waiter came in interrupting our talk and warning us about the first crazy fans with a little: "The first guests arrived..."

Chan took me by my hand and dragged me out. I can still hear Hyunjin gasping dramatically as his head falls down from my lap. Changbin follows close behind us with lazy steps.

"We'll mix under the crowd for now and come back after the concert..."

Changbin chuckles as another crying scream from Hyunjin's pierces through the comforting chill zone here in the back.

"I think he likes you..."

"I guess he can be pretty fun.", I murmured, honestly not even looking forward ro making new friends.

I trot behind Chan who left my hand and we gossiped freely about a few things that are not interesting in any way. Still we would listen to each other's rambles for hours and I think that's what makes us so good friends. A small smile finds it's way to my face.

Like Chan said before we mixed under the ground as soon as we got ourselves some drinks. We reserved them before, so we would not need to wait. Chan stayed in a corner talking to the club owner, while me and Changbin searched a space between the sweaty people to look at the stage performance.

I hated it.

It smelled bad like alcohol, drugs, smoke and sweat. The funky, berry-like flavour of a vape thickly covers the air around me, as the young boy next to me takes another hit of drugs.

I hated this place.

Changbin was long lost between the strangers, probably looking for some girl to take back home later. I looked back to the corner, but it was filled by now, the owner behind the bar again and Chan nowhere to be found.

I hated-

At that moment someone tapped my shoulded. I flinched and bumped into a few other geeks, who couldn't care less tho...

The sight I got was awesome.