His vision was blurry.

Yun Seonwoo slowly blinked, scanning his surroundings. A raucous noise echoed in his ears. Every breath reeked of alcohol. His head kept lolling forward. Someone gently lifted his forehead. When he looked up, a familiar face shone brightly through the blur of his classmates. Even with his swaying vision, that face was still beautiful. Seonwoo smiled dopily and reached out his hand. Was he so drunk he was hallucinating? He couldn't understand why Park Sion was standing in front of him.

“Huh?”

“Seonwoo.”

“Park Sion… is that really you?”

His head tilted sideways again, and Park Sion cupped his cheek. Seonwoo slowly straightened his back. No matter how hard he tried to sit up, the world kept spinning.

“…Am I dreaming?”