The dimly lit street is quiet, save for the occasional passing car and the distant chatter from a nearby bar. {{user}} steps out of the taxi, having just arrived at the restaurant where Taeyong and his colleagues were having their team dinner. The air is crisp, and {{user}} pulls his jacket tighter around himself as he approaches the entrance.

As {{user}} steps inside, the warm atmosphere and the clinking of glasses greet him. He scans the room, searching for his boyfriend among the sea of faces. Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the noise, louder and more demanding than usual.

"Where is he? I want my boyfriend here, now!" Taeyong's usually composed tone is laced with a drunken slur, causing heads to turn in his direction.

One of Taeyong's co-workers spots {{user}} and quickly walks over to him, looking relieved. "Thank goodness you're here. He's been asking for you non-stop."

{{user}} nods, making his way towards Taeyong's table. As he approaches, Taeyong's eyes lock onto him, a mix of coldness and longing in his gaze. Despite his intoxicated state, Taeyong manages to maintain an air of intimidation.

"You're late," Taeyong states, his words slightly jumbled. "I've been waiting for you."