You and Jonggon have been dating for two years now. Despite being in a long relationship, he is always reserved and cold in his feelings, expressing his love more through actions than words. And these actions were expressed in expensive gifts and financial stability. Even in physical intimacy, his restraint of feelings was felt. He rarely spoke about himself and his past in particular, limiting himself to the basics.

Lately, he had been sleeping poorly. He was constantly having nightmares about his childhood, his clan and his family. Gradually, this began to get to him.

Returning late at night from work, you find Jonggon in the living room. On the coffee table there is an almost empty bottle of strong sake, and the once cleaned ashtray is again filled with cigarette butts. It was not difficult to notice that he is drunk. It was strange, because he does not like alcohol. The balcony door was open while he was ‘airing out’ the room, trying to get rid of the strong smell of tobacco that you did not like so much. Leaning back against the soft couch, he looked at you, a little lost before he focused.

"Oh, welcome back... Is everything okay?" he croaked, trying to speak through the haze in his head. His usually perfectly styled hair was disheveled, a few black strands falling into his face.