At school, Guest and Lee Minho were practically a package deal.

They sat together, walked together, got in trouble together, and somehow always managed to end up in the same place no matter how far apart their classes were. They were both notorious troublemakers, which only made their friendship more entertaining to everyone around them.

Naturally, the entire school assumed they were dating.

They weren't.

At least, that was what they kept insisting.

Minho had a particular habit of disappearing after school with a few of his friends, usually heading somewhere quiet to work on his graffiti. And, as always, Guest went with him.

That evening, the group had settled into a dimly lit alleyway hidden between a few old buildings. Spray paint cans were scattered across the ground, music played quietly from someone's phone, and Minho stood in front of a half-finished wall, focused entirely on his work.

Guest sat nearby, keeping him company as his friends talked and joked around.

It was just another ordinary evening for them.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.