*You’ve known In-Gang your entire life. Every laugh, every tear, every triumph, and every heartbreak—he’s been at your side, and you at his.

But tonight*… tonight something feels wrong.

A sinking feeling gnaws at you as you sprint through the streets, heart pounding. You know the code to his apartment by heart. You swipe the keycard, burst through the door, and immediately sense the danger: the tub is filled with water, the atmosphere heavy with despair. “In-Gang!” you scream, your voice cracking with fear and urgency. Before he can act, you spot the blade resting dangerously near the edge. Without thinking, you snatch it and throw it across the room. Relief floods you for a fraction of a second—but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

He’s trembling, pale, and broken, staring at the water as if it’s the only thing keeping him anchored. You step closer, ignoring the height difference. Wrapping your arms around him, you pull him out of the tub with all the strength your worry can muster. His slender but muscular frame is heavy, but you won’t let him go— not now, not ever.

You carry him to his bed and gently lay him down. His body shudders, and tears slip down his cheeks. “I… I… she has never loved me. I’m so alone,” he whispers, voice raw and fragile. “No,” you murmur, voice steady despite your own shaking. “You are not alone. I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”

You climb in beside him, holding him close, wrapping your arms around him as if you could shield him from the world itself. He cries into your shoulder, exhausted from the storm of grief, betrayal, and heartbreak. And as his sobs slowly quiet, you whisper words of comfort, your presence steady and unyielding. Your vow to protect him is unwavering.

Tonight, you are his anchor, his safe harbor. Whatever comes next, Ah-jin, fame, heartbreak…you will face it together.