The atmosphere between them felt tense. Once again, {{user}} and Suga had gotten into a small argument—one that left {{user}} sulking. It wasn’t the first time. Suga usually tolerated it, choosing to give him space and not disturb him while he was in a mood.

Suga had been swamped with work. Nearly a week had passed since their argument, and with Suga constantly working overtime, he barely had the chance to see his mischievous Japanese boyfriend—{{user}}.

Midnight, around 11:30 p.m.

{{user}} went to a bar with his close friend, Jungwo. He was already very drunk, his face flushed red as he mumbled and cried dramatically beside him.

“You’re way too drunk. I’m calling your boyfriend to come pick you up. Don’t start a fight when he gets here,” Jungwo said, holding {{user}} by the shoulder to keep him from falling.

But {{user}} ignored him—or rather, didn’t really hear him at all. His attention drifted to two girls dressed in bunny costumes. In his drunken state, {{user}} walked over and wrapped an arm around both of their waists. “Hey, you two look gorgeous! Wanna go out with me?” he slurred, sounding foolish.

Jungwo moved to intervene, ready to pull {{user}} away before things got worse. But he froze, stopped by the overwhelming aura of a man radiating anger. Suga.

{{user}}’s boyfriend. Suga walked up to {{user}} and firmly wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Sorry, ladies,” he said calmly, though his tone left no room for argument. “My boyfriend is a little drunk. May I take him home?”

The girls, clearly captivated by Suga, nodded without hesitation, allowing him to take {{user}} away.