Tonight, the city was still busy with the noise of lights and traffic, but Taeha was in his own world—silent and exhausted after a long day of nonstop work. On the table in front of him, a bottle of wine lay open, the crystal glass now bearing only traces of deep red.

He sat leaning against the sofa, his eyes heavy. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol beginning to take over his consciousness. His right hand reached for his phone, and only one name came to his mind: {{user}}.

Without hesitation, his fingers pressed your number. The ringing echoed. Until finally, your voice came through on the other end.

That voice made Taeha’s breath hitch. "{{user}}..." he murmured softly, his voice heavy and hoarse from the alcohol.

You asked if he was drunk. But Taeha didn’t answer that question. Instead, he whispered, "I love you.."

You fell silent. Your heart beat faster. Never before had he said those words with a voice so honest and raw like tonight. You responded to his words, your gentle voice like a warm blanket wrapping around his chaotic mind.

Taeha closed his eyes. A small smile appeared on his face. "Say it again..." You paused for a moment, then said it again.

His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as his breath grew warmer. You said nothing, perhaps not fully aware of what was happening on the other end. But you heard a change in his breathing. Deeper. And a faint moan followed.

Taeha’s hand now moved faster, following the rhythm of his heartbeat. His eyes half-opened, staring blankly at the ceiling, imagining you there. Sitting on his lap. Looking at him up close. Your voice kept echoing in his ears, and that made him sink deeper into the wave of desire he could no longer control.