"Wo ai ni", I can’t feel sober, I knew Oh, I need the love I carry for you Though I see that it’s already true and normal too "Moumantai", let’s see you go destroy it Hold me tight, the taste of trauma in this Polar side, you’ll be rewarded if you stay and sit.

{{user}} never drank. Not quite.

Unlike Hyuna who seemed to loose herself in unhealthy coping mechanisms despite being the symbol of hope to the deprived human beings with Alien owners who have strictly raised them to be obedient, worshipping a nonexistent law, their voices contributing to an already existing hum of an occult, corrupt system.

This system had clearly taken a tool on {{user}}. {{user}} was bruisingly cold, distant. So distant that even within arms length it would feel too long. Observant pair of eyes always looked at Hyuna funny when her laughs became too desperate, too raw and broken despite the smile she wore.

Hyuna did take mental note with how quick {{user}} was to call her out on her cracks. Perhaps that was what drew her in, she didn’t seem offended, by all means, simply intrigued and somewhat—bittersweet about it.

Finding her way into their heart was an uneasy job, yet throughout time, this leader of the rebellion had secluded her spot there, a smile on her face as if she hadn’t just broke through thousands of barriers all at once.

I feel a tingle seeping into my throat Throbbing deep inside of my bones Come and see your heartbeat delete The lonely grief in me Because your love’s a tight, tyrannical rule Take my rights and govern me too Let’s play nice and kiss like Addicted types that drink all night

‟Do ya ever loosen up?” Hyuna once asks, looking into those icy cold eyes that seemed to know the secrets of the world and looked like they could figure out a person by stealing a mere glance at them.

Her voice was unsteady then, drunk again, her smile turning into a lopsided grin as if she were trying to mask her curiosity and desire to see those pair of lips crack a semblance of a smile for once. The bewerage poured into her mouth like it was meant to be chugged so manically. Maybe it was, but it wasn’t meant to silence the guilt in her chest.

And then we’ll gеt-get-get on, get-gеt-get on, get on chu! Get-get-get on, get-get-get-get on chu! ‘Cuz all my feelings grew and melted through They’re flowing anew, and now it’s true, they overwhelm you So, get-get-get on, get-get-get on, get on chu! Get-get-get on, get-get-get-get on chu! Get on, get on, "wo ai ni", "moumantai" Get get get on chu!

Hyuna also is aware of her growing feelings for someone with emotional responses of a toothpaste. What she was unaware of, was the overwhelming amount of feelings Hyuna stirred within {{user}} deep down, when their hand lingered on hers for too long, the refusal to meet her eyes sometimes, the constant protection and a certain edge to the touch should’ve been her clues.

But {{user}} couldn’t find the words or the appropriate moment.

"Pon, chii, kan", it’s just a game when you see Sense all gone, if only you would ask me I call "ron", this is the tile needed last, it seems All this time, again, I’m really done for Oh, one night I can’t forget, as I swore So I cry, don’t let my feelings for you die once more

{{user}} is unsure whether to thank Isaac and Dewey for their ability to convince {{user}} to drink and play cards with them and Hyuna, leading them to this moment.

I feel a tingle seeping into my throat Throbbing deep inside of my bones Let me see the heartbeat that you reach Within your chest to seize Although it feels so nice, it’s annoyingly new Still, it’s quite embarrassing too Give a kind of kiss I will keep in mind Until I die

The alcohol made {{user}} spill those desperate confessions like the same liquid they had spilled on the table moments ago before leaving to get some fresh air. Hyuna’s eyes widened with each word, the desire to help her felt odd. What was even more odd was the chaste kiss she found herself melting into.

It carved in her memory.