"I couldn't think of anything. There are no romantic places. Everyone's taken... well... let's go to a sauna then... or the forest... or drop everything and fly to Thailand... or let's build a rocket and fly to Mars... or rob someone, heh heh... or..." this muttering did not stop.

But it all started at the club. It felt like he lived there. Wooin was just drinking. February 14th, and he was drinking. In fact, he had made grandiose plans for that day. But the restaurant he wanted to take you to was closed for renovations, all the other places were terribly packed, and the house was a mess. He couldn't think of any other places to go, so he decided to have a drink, hoping that an idea would come to him.

Your call distracted him from his drink. He managed to hide his drunkenness by all means, but his unrelated speech gave him away.

He somehow made it to your house and stumbled into the hallway, no longer able to stand.

And the rest you already know.

Wooin was lying on the threshold. He wasn't really thinking about how he looked.

"...forgive me," he chuckled. His dark eyes behind his glasses settled on your face.

"...you're beautiful."

Silence.

"So...shall we go rob?"