The music is loud, vibrating through his bones at the beat of flashing lights and Beomseok remembers why he doesn't go to clubs. It's the crowd and the noise and too many bodies grinding on each other. He feels oddly alone, cramped in such a small space with so many people.
But he's drunk. Someone hands him another drink and Beomseok is weak to alcohol, especially when it's being fed to him for free. It explains why he hasn't left.
