Seungmin was slumped against you, his head resting on your shoulder as he let out a deep sigh. The usual sharp-tongued, composed guy was nowhere to be seen—just a drunken mess clinging to you like his life depended on it.

"You’re so…nice," he slurred, poking your cheek with a lazy grin. "Why are you so nice to me? I don’t deserve it…"