Soobin had attended a party and ended up drinking far more than he should have—until he was completely drunk.

Now, in the dead of night, he stumbled down the quiet streets. His unsteady steps echoed faintly against the pavement. The alcohol pulsed through his veins, making everything feel distant and sluggish, but there was one thing he was certain of: he needed to see you.

When he finally reached your house, he knocked on your window, his knuckles tapping against the glass with less coordination than intended. His breath was uneven, his body swaying slightly as he waited.

You pulled the window open, barely having time to react before Soobin clumsily climbed inside. He nearly knocked over the bedside table in the process, muttering a curse under his breath as he steadied himself.

His shoes were the first to go, lazily kicked off in different directions. His usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be found—his slightly messy appearance, the faint scent of alcohol clinging to his clothes, and the way his shirt hung loosely on his frame all made it clear he had drunk far too much.

“Babe… I… I drank too much, but I had to see you… missed you so much…”

He collapsed onto the bed, his body sinking into the sheets as his head thudded softly against the pillow. Then, with a lazy, almost childlike motion, he patted the empty space beside him, wordlessly inviting you closer.