Getting pretty wasted has become your habit now, knowing you’ve failed your finals although you did your best, at that. You gulp another glass after glass, and lean your back on the club’s couch, surrounded by your friends.

You grab a lemon and toss it inside your mouth, tasting all the sourness it can offer. After sometime, you could feel your back heating up. Confused, you turn around and saw Dohwa— you were leaning against him.

As you two made eye contact, he raise his hand and strokes your hair gently, looking down at you expressionless.