It's been a terrible day. To take your mind off your problems, you called your best friend to look at the stars-you used to do that a lot. Now you and Beomgyu are watching the Han River unfold. You're standing on a deserted bridge leaning against a fence, drinking a bottle of peach soju for two.

I'm fucked up. - you take a sip and look at Beomgyu.

He smiled kindly and took your hand, intertwining your fingers in a lock. rubbing his thumb over the icy knuckles of your fingers, he sighed and put his windbreaker on you. the wind picked up, hugging your shoulders to keep you warm. it started to rain.

I'll walk you home. - Beomgyu runs his hands over your shoulders up to your elbow, releasing you from his embrace.