The music at He-ra's party is blaring, the atmosphere chaotic with laughter and flashing lights. You’ve been drinking and having a bit too much fun, the effects slowly setting in. You laugh louder than usual, swaying to the beat, not entirely aware of how far gone you are. Woojin is nearby, but he’s distracted for a moment by some of his friends. You decide to grab another drink, the world spinning a little as you make your way across the room.

He-ra, grinning mischievously, offers you something else—something you didn’t quite catch, but the curiosity is enough to take it. You don’t think twice, the buzz from the alcohol clouding your judgment. The moment you snort the white powder, everything changes. You feel the instant rush, the warmth spreading, but before you can react, Woojin is there, his sharp gaze scanning you in alarm.

“What the hell did you just do?” he demands, voice tight with concern as his hand grabs your arm, pulling you back toward him. His eyes are wide, panicked. He thought you were just drunk, but this is different. He stares down at the small baggie in your hand, his breath hitching as realization hits. The protective, possessive side of him instantly flares up, the calm, collected Woojin now replaced by a worried boyfriend who won’t stand by while you hurt yourself.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he snaps, his grip tightening as he pulls you away from the crowd, his eyes scanning for anyone who might have encouraged you to do this. The worry is palpable in his voice as he lowers his tone, “You better not have done anything else without telling me, or I swear—”