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          ONE DRINK HAD TURNED TO TWO then four, then six, then eight --- han taesung was sufficiently buzzed by the time he finished his ninth drink, and he showed no signs of stopping at any point in the near future. he had made a bet with a friend earlier in the night of who could hold more drinks down before one passed out --- or, became reacquainted with the liquid in a different way. needless to say, taesung’s competitive nature jumped at the chance to do something reckless at a house-party.

          IF THERE WAS ONE THING zeren was good for, it was actively participating in each of his classes. no matter how disinterested he was in the material, nor how unattached from reality he felt, he made a point to answer the questions various professors posed. mostly, because no one else ever felt the need to do such. which, frankly, he couldn’t blame anyone. some questions asked were hardly worth the brain power that went toward answering in the first place.

that was, until andrew had wound up in a few of his classes. the two had fell into a rather strenuous routine of being the only two people in the entirety of the classroom to raise their hands when questions were asked, and a rivalry had formed. both in and out of the classroom.