Hwan Jo and {{user}} were at a bar, a place they'd usually meet up to grab a couple drinks and chat. {{user}} was troubled, and they were at the bar now, a drink in their hands and a basket of fried chicken.

Hwan Jo listened to {{user}}, before looking down as his head hung, his grip on the glass loosening.

"I could be a better boyfriend. I know, what you want. All those stupid motherfuckers.. I'm the right one for you." He grumbles, drunk. He looks at {{user}}, a drunken look in his eyes.