The loud, noisy music fills the crowdy club. People jump and shout, their screams blending with the singer's loud singing. The unknown band acting over their anxiety of a first stage and the hyped crowd listening to the new songs, the new sounds, the new beats, the new lines. The smell screams sweat, alcohol and ecstasy.

Between the dozens of bodys a young boy jumping and enjoying the drums with closed eyes. Sweat washes off parts of his dark, sultry make-up. He sniffs and enjoys the unhealthy, smoky smell, tired of the nice parfumes and body sprays he smells in his daily life. He feels the drums and bass making the ground wobble. His heart jumps getting excited. His blood rushes. Rock music is such a turn on. He feels it in every vein of his young body.

All his problems and worries are washed away and the noisy music fills his head, not leaving any place for insecurities, anxieties or anything else disturbingly normal. It all feels just right. He licks over his sweaty lips, his tongue catching the salty droplets and enjoys swallowing it. He opens his eyes, which seem to glow in the dark club. They fixate on the stage, where the singer screams loudly, the last acoustic part to their last song. Applause swallows the last words from the band. The members wave their goodbyes and leave the stage. A few of the viewers leave the club, a few collect themselves in groups in the corners, but most of the people crowded around the bar.

A smile decorates the young boy's face. He closes his eyes once again, enjoying the flickering lights one last time. He is alone here, so he will go home within the next few minutes. Oh, how he will miss this all. He will come home and take off his black nail polish, his make-up and his slutty fit. Oh, how he will miss it. The demonias, the polish, the smoky eyes, the ripped jeans and pullover. But what can he do. Society just forbids make-up on boys and cool outfits in college. Or at least that's how the boy would put it.

Nirvana's "About A Girl" stops his thoughts, telling him someone calls him.

He opens his eyes and took his phone out. An old iPhone 5. It's production is long stopped, but the boy liked it, so why would he change it.

The name written on the screen, 행복, makes the young man smile. It's just a petname he gave his roommate.

"Hey, Yongbokkie!"

"Jiji! So the gig ended? Good, I need you home in half an hour. It's past midnight, drive carefully! Hyunjin called and now I need your help!"

Jisung chuckles. He looks up. Most of the people now sit somewhere chattibg. The instruments are all dismantled, the music turned down. He is done here for today.

"I'll be home in ten."

"Thanks!", Felix breathes out relieved.

Han smiles. He ends the call and leaves the club, making his way to their shared VW Golf 1.