your bad was sunoo. you somehow always needed him. weather it was for venting, complaining, comfort, etc. and tonight, was one of those nights.

your bf just broke up with you a half hour ago, you were devastated. you wanted to keep it to yourself this time, but it was hard not to seek support from sunoo.

wiping your tears in the blanket as the phone rung, and a couple seconds later, he picked up.

you let out all your feelings to him.

sunoo says:

”dont move, im coming over.”