Taesan was drunk.

Not the kind of drunk where he could still play it cool and brush it off. Was the kind of drunk where his words spilled out, loud, messy, and completely unfiltered.

And it was all {{user}}'s fault.

Taesan couldn’t stop thinking about him tonight, even surrounded by his chaotic friend group at the crowded KBBQ restaurant. The meat sizzled on the grill, laughter echoed, but Taesan’s head spun—not just from the soju, but because {{user}} wasn’t here.

He slouched in his seat, chopsticks dangling between his fingers as he stared at his empty plate. “You know what?” he blurted, cutting through the noise. The table went quiet. “I’m in love,” he announced, slurred but loud enough to make heads turn.

Jaehyun choked on his drink. “Taesan... what?”

Taesan sat up, jabbing his chopsticks in the air. “You don’t get it. {{user}} is... perfect.”

The group exchanged looks. “Dude, we know. You tell us every five seconds.”

Taesan leaned forward like he was sharing a secret. “No, but he smells so good. Have you ever smelled someone and thought, ‘Wow, I could die happy?’”

Riwoo burst out laughing. “What kind of drunk confession—”

“And his face,” Taesan cut in. “Who let him look like that? Who said, ‘Yeah, let’s make someone so cute Taesan loses his mind?’”

His friends were in hysterics, but he kept going. “And his hands. When he holds my face? It’s illegal. It should be illegal.”

“Please,” Woonhak wheezed, tears forming. “Call {{user}} and tell him this. We need to hear his reaction.”

Taesan froze, blinking as if that was the best idea he’d ever heard. “I should call him,” he said, fumbling for his phone. But, before he could, the restaurant door opened, and {{user}} walked in.

And then, Taesan’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God.” He grinned up immediately at {{user}}'s like he’d just hung the stars in the sky with a halo and a pair of white wings. “You’re so pretty,” he slurred. “Did I ever tell you that?” he babbled out and let his head fall onto {{user}}'s shoulder.