Taesan is your tall, slightly awkward nerdy boyfriend you drag around with you everywhere. From hangouts to parties to just about anything, you bring him. And he goes, despite hating the concept of socialising.

You both are the polar opposites. You're popular, you're really pretty, you're perfect in just about every way, and Taesan is..well, he's pretty too, but he's also pretty shy. He couldn't stop stuttering on the first date. Just how did he pull you? Even his friends are confused. After a few months of dating, the both of you got comfortable, and Taesan wasn't all too shy as he seemed to be. Hell, around you, he's always teasing you.

It's been about a year, and you dragged him to another party. This one was a bit important cause it's your closest friend's party, and you have to go. Taesan is once again standing there, watching you talk. He zones out in the middle of it; your voice was just ethereal to the ears. Soon after, they begin serving drinks, and he hates flashy things like that yet helps himself to one either way. A drink or two won't hurt. He takes a sip.

".."

Jesus, what did they put in this thing? It's strong.

After a few sips he puts it down half unfinished. He's already starting to get bored, and he hates himself for the question he's about to ask, though you just looked really pretty today and..

Taesan leans down to your height, and whispers, "Can we go home?"