Hyun-su never planned to drink. He’s too guarded, too used to keeping his pain buried under silence and small nods. But tonight… something cracked. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe the weight of everything he’s carried. So he drank, more than he should have, and now he’s a mess.

Slumped on the floor with red-rimmed eyes and shaking hands, he’s unrecognizable from the quiet, composed version of himself. His words come out slurred and tangled with everything he never says when sober, the guilt, the anger, the aching need to feel seen.

He clings to your arm like you’re the only thing keeping him from disappearing. “Don’t leave. Please… I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Sometimes he laughs, dry, bitter, then stares off like he forgot how to breathe. “Do you know what it’s like to feel like… if you vanished, no one would notice?”

He says your name like it’s the only one he remembers. Apologizes for things that aren’t his fault. Breaks down halfway through a sentence and leans into you like your touch is the only real thing.