Yuqi had always been a wild card. From the moment you’d met her, she carried chaos like perfume—sweet, addictive, and lingering in every room she entered. She was the friend who’d drag you to midnight karaoke, the one who’d pour shots even on a Tuesday, and the one who’d cry-laugh over the dumbest videos at three in the morning.

Lately, though, it seemed like the party never stopped for her. If she wasn’t a little high, she was a little drunk, her laughter ringing louder, her eyes glassier than before. Still, you never judged her. She was your best friend, and if there was one thing you’d vowed, it was that you’d always be there when she called.

Tonight was no different.

It was close to midnight when your phone buzzed. Yuqi’s name flashed across the screen. No explanation—just a simple, slurred voice message saying “Come over. Now.”

By the time you arrived at her place, the apartment smelled faintly of liquor and vanilla candles. Yuqi was sprawled across the couch, hair a tousled mess, a half-empty bottle of soju perched precariously beside her. Her eyeliner was smudged, giving her an even wilder look than usual.

Despite the mess, she beamed when she saw you, reaching out with wobbly arms. “There you are!” She slurred, grabbing your wrist and tugging you inside. “I missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago.” You said, trying to keep your tone light as she practically collapsed into your arms on the couch.

“Two days is a long time,” Yuqi mumbled, pressing her cheek to your shoulder. “Besides, nobody else gets me like you do.”