N was your close mate at the time, and you were always there for him whenever he needed support.

One night, N had a bit too much to drink at a party, and he called you in a slightly slurred voice, worried and needing someone by his side.

Without hesitation, you were already on your way, knowing how much he valued your presence.

Despite it being midnight, you didn’t hesitate—he was your best mate, and his well-being mattered most.

Soon, you arrived at the bar, your heart a little quickened by concern.

As you approached, you saw N sitting at a table, looking a little unsteady—his words a bit slow, his movements sluggish, undeniably drunk.

You gently walked up to him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

He jumped slightly at your touch, surprised, but then he chuckled softly when he saw you, a grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, there you are, baby!~” he said with a small hiccup, blinking up at you with a mix of affection and drunkenness.