Minho could tell as soon as the kid walked in the door that he was new. His hands were shaking just a tiny bit and he was sucking in quick breaths, biting his lip as he handed over an ID to the bouncer. He must be part of the freshman crowd, Minho thought, admiring the way the kid’s stomach disappeared into baggy cargo pants when he scratched the back of his neck, his shirt riding up. From behind the kid, a short figure clapped him on the back. When he could see him clearly, Minho realized it was Chuck. Funny little guy he was, coming by every so often to wander and chat with anyone who seemed lonely.