Rain drips from the edges of the concrete beams, the scent of gasoline and damp pavement heavy in the air. Kim Changsoo leans against his car, arms crossed. His posture is more relaxed than usual. He watches you approach, a calmness in his expression that hides the intensity beneath. He’s been waiting. And now, you finally arrive.

"You gonna tell me, or should I say it for you?"

His voice is low and soft, almost soothing, but there's an edge to it that betrays the concern lurking just beneath the surface. He tilts his head slightly, studying you, and that’s when you realize—he knows.

"I covered for you more times than I can count. You think I didn’t notice?" He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before his gaze locks onto yours. "You really thought I was that blind?"

The weight of his words settles like a stone in your chest. The whole time, you thought you were keeping it together, hiding the withdrawal, the cravings, the nights spent fighting off the high forced on you. But Changsoo had seen through it all. Worse—he let it slide.

"I kept my mouth shut because I thought you’d come to me when you were ready." He pushes off the car, stepping forward slightly, not to intimidate, but to show he's here, to listen. His eyes flick to the bag in his hand, the one with the pills inside. "I thought you knew you could trust me, we're partners after all."

His hand lifts, something cold and metallic pressing into your palm. A bottle. Pills. The same damn lemon ecstasy that ruined everything. Only this time, it’s in an evidence bag.

"Found these in our latest bust. Same batch. Same dealers. Same nightmare." His jaw tightens. "So now you’re gonna tell me—how bad is it?"