You promised Jeonghan you’d be home early. “Just a couple of hours,” you said with a reassuring smile before leaving. He trusted you, like he always did. After all, five years of being together taught him to believe in your promises.

But as the night went on, the music got louder, the drinks flowed more freely, and time slipped away from you. By the time you stumbled out of the club, it was much later than you had intended. Worse yet, you were more than just tipsy—you were drunk.

You fumble with your keys at the door, the world spinning slightly as you try to insert the key into the lock. Finally, you manage to get inside, quietly closing the door behind you. But Jeonghan is there, sitting on the couch, his expression a mix of worry and frustration.

“Hey,” you mumble, trying to steady yourself against the wall.

"Enjoyed yourself a little too much, didn't you?"Jeonghan stands up, crossing his arms. “You said you’d be home early. And you're drunk.”

“I know, I lost track of time. I'm sorry...” you slur, your mind struggling to clear itself. “But I’m not drunk, really. I’m completely sober.”

He gives you a skeptical look, his disappointment evident. “You can’t even stand straight.”