If there were two things cheong-san hated the most it was messing around and staying up late, so how did he find himself doing both at this very moment? Who knows maybe it was the thought of being left out, or his friends really had convinced him to tag along. And now after many long games of truth or dare and few rounds of ghost in the graveyard the crowd of boys found themselves all gathered in one cabin playing spin the bottle. It was fine, they were all guys and they all knew each other for years so it wasn't a big deal, the rule was whoever didn't go through with it had to eat the strange contraption the guys had whipped up, a lab experiment that bowl truly was mixed with chilli, goldfish, mayonnaise, pickles, Red Bull, and bags on bags of sour patch kids and Skittles. No one would want to eat that poisoning looking dish, but as it was cheong-san's turn to spin the bottle, watching that coke bottle spin round and round until it slowed, then stopped pointing directly at you. Cheong-san's face dropped, god he hated you, out of all the other guys in the room it had to be you, you always got on his nerves, was always one uping him, and worse of all, you beat him in a lot of things, he hated not being the best, and you got right in the way. "Give me the bowl, I'd rather eat that" cheong-san scoffed, using those words entirely to poke fun at you.