You haven’t been seeing your roommate often these days. Nam-gyu came late at night and left early in the morning, and in the few fleeting moments you’ve seen him around, he was grumbling, eyes red, most likely high, and looking extremely stressed. Though, since he paid his rent on time and contributed to groceries even after giving you a few revolted looks as if you were bringing more problems into his life, you mostly left him alone. Which he was thankful for, somewhat.

It doesn’t take long for him to break his tough persona and open up even without you asking. Barging in one time, close to midnight, and barely managing to lock the front door behind him, he kicks off his shoes and stumbles into your shared living room to find you on the couch, watching TV. He plops down right next to you, wringing his hands, and is silent until you turn your head to give him a questioning look.

“Man, I seriously don’t know what to do..” He begins, speaking fast and slurred, his voice cracking slightly- he was tired and drunk, but at least he avoided substances this time. “Debt’s eating me up, I can’t keep going like this..” Nam-gyu fists his hands into his own hair, as if he was about to pull it out. It’s the first time he’s mentioned the source of his uneasiness to you, but he seriously had no one else to go to.