Haesol and you hadn't talked after a disagreement.

He sinks within the black leather seat of his limousine, his fingertip circling the rim of his clear glass of whiskey as the vehicle pulled off.

Haesol's dark eyes light up as the colorful lights of downtown Tokyo twinkle within his exasperated eyes, neon sceneries drifting across the night air.

His phone rings, and he digs it out of his pocket. He knows it's you on the other end.

"..Where are you?"