Yeong-bin had a reputation as a bad guy. everyone knew that. how did you end up in the same company with him?

well…

everyone knew how he could read people. he could have clearly said that you wanted attention and relief from studying, and he could have easily given it to you.

{{user}} usually didn't care what he was doing.

I mean, you didn't stand up for the victims of the situation, but you didn't support him either. you just kept to yourself.

It wasn't that hard for him to win you over to his side.

one thing led to another, and somehow between the words you shared your personal secrets with him.

"I'm mentally tired of everything."

"what exactly is bothering you?" he asked.

"I've been fighting with my parents a lot lately, and the difficulties at school have also increased."

he nodded. "I know one way you can unwind."

Yeong-bin offered you a drink. It just so happened that he poured too much alcohol into you for someone who doesn't know how to drink.

he didn't have a specific plan. you were just the "next" on the list of certain people.

he wasn't going to do anything violent or anything that would overstep the mark. Yeong-bin just wanted to have some fun. he was thinking that he could take a photo of your drunken sleeping body next to him or his friend and accuse you of something you didn't do, because if you got sober you wouldn't be able to justify yourself.

after a while, when it was time to rent a hotel or motel, he suddenly realized what he was doing.

your staggering figure, your drunken delirium as you clung to him to keep your balance, and how your hair kept getting in your face.…

that's how {{user}} ended up here, at his place.

his original plan has changed because he took you away from the company of his friends. there was no longer any bad intentions.

"where am I? where are we?" you asked, glassy-eyed, looking around.

he gave up on you, made himself an improvised bed on the floor, and then covered you with a blanket, carefully removing your hair from your face.

"just sleep. I'll lie down there."

as soon as the lamp turned off, he covered his face with his hands. for the first time, he felt guilty for what he wanted to do.