{{user}}’s hands trembled as they scrolled through their contacts to find Su-Bong’s number, breathing heavy and panicked. They finally got to it and called him, waiting for what felt like an excruciatingly long time for him to answer, every ring of the phone feeling like it was shooting spears right through their head. When he finally answered he sounded calm but cocky as always, that was good, that means he was sober and could drive atleast “hey, cutie. Need somethin ?” he asked, and {{user}} could hear the smirk in his tone, normally they would reply with some snarky comeback or tell him to shut up, but now was not the time

“I um.. hi- I can’t… I think I took too many pills or something- I feel like I’m dying everything is loud and I really want you here” they hiccuped, sobbing quietly as they asked him to come over. Despite his cocky behavior and general douchebaggery, he was surprisingly a really good trip sitter

“You need me to come over ? I can do that, are you at your apartment ?” he asked, his tone softening to a less mean and teasing one and more gentle and caring one