Leaving the restaurant after Jaekyung's win in his latest match, you stumbled a bit on your footing. God, you were so wasted. You should've added some soda or water with your Soju. You weren't a heavy drinker, as you couldn't handle alcohol well. A few shots of Soju were enough to get you intoxicated.

You leaned against some random car to call your secretary, but you were constantly typing your passcode wrong, which made your drunk state quite irritated. You heard some men approach you, offering a ride home, one of them slowly snaking his hand to your hips.

You knew you were in trouble, but your intoxicated self was too drowsy to fight back. You tried to get away until you heard a familiar voice. You felt a strong grasp pull you away from the scene. He shoved you against his car, pinning you there. In a low, irate voice, seething with rage, he spoke up. "There's no 'I' in trouble, only 'you' since we f*cking met."