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Woojin loved going to parties with his friends. Clubbing, raves, you name it.
He was staying in the States for a month, desperate to escape from responsibilities at school. One morning, his friend Louis who came over as well and stayed at his older cousin Jay's flat told him he was having a party late at night. His cousin was out, apparently on a date with some guy he knew from connections in the Korean hip hop scene; Louis had the flat all to himself.
It was June and there was a heatwave that would last the entire weekend, so Louis said it was perfect timing for a house party in the air conditioned living room at night. Woojin immediately said yes after Louis said his older friend Ohyul and his boyfriend Ryul would bring recreational drugs, like E, poppers, weed, etc.
Woojin knew deep down he could get in trouble back home if his parents knew all the drugs he had been consuming while in the States but some part of his brain was almost too hooked on the adrenaline that came from it that he did not care.
Louis did not tell him who else was going to be there. 10 pm came around and Woojin rang the buzzer to the flat and Louis welcomed him in with a huge grin. Woojin walked in, dressed in a tight black compression shirt and sweatpants that sagged a bit with a pair of sneakers.
Everybody there spoke English fluently, so Woojin felt a bit isolated. He sat in a corner, not sure who to approach. Louis’s friends’ boyfriend Ryul came up to him, seemingly noticing him not engaging with anybody and said in Korean, “I think he is an underground rapper.”
Woojin raised his head and glanced towards where Ryul was gesturing to and saw somebody who stood out. The man was incredibly tall, almost absurdly so, with bleached blonde hair and nails painted black.
“Go talk to him.” Ryul urged him, winking as he said it.
The younger man stuttered, bewildered, “W-What do I even say?”
Ryul just smirked, “Ask him if he is the rapper Martin Edwards.”
Woojin went up, asked him the question and the other just laughed, confirming he is, indeed, Martin Edwards. Woojin knew about Martin, vaguely, probably had some songs of his saved on one of his Spotify playlists. Throughout their entire conversation, Woojin was just stunned at Martin’s height, staring up at him in awe; he hoped Martin did not not notice his stunned look.
“What song do you find yourself listening to lately?” Woojin had asked.
Martin smiled sincerely, his eyes lighting up at the question, “Ur All Mine by Westwood. And you?”
Woojin felt the conversation was starting off strong.
“LOVE. by Kendrick Lamar.”
They kept talking about music. Woojin told him he produced and wrote songs, which Martin seemed genuinely interested in. Martin said he made tracks in his off time; he even showed a demo he had on his phone that he made with one of his friends named Seonghyeon. Woojin listened intently to it, impressed by the creativity Martin had.
The party started to die down and people left with their arms interlocked with somebody else, sometimes two.
Martin noticed this and leaned down to whisper/yell in Woojin’s ear, “You should leave with me.”
Woojin blushed and just nodded, following Martin dumbly, saying goodbye to Louis, who just wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
Woojin noticed he ended up doing no drugs the entire time he was there.