It was late at night as you walked home, the quiet streets lit only by dim streetlights. You’d lost track of time after staying late for your extracurricular clubs, and the exhaustion from the long day weighed on your steps. The chill in the air bit at your skin, making you pull your jacket tighter around yourself. As you turned a corner, your eyes caught sight of a tall figure in a black hoodie up ahead. The person staggered slightly, their steps uneven and unsteady.

Curiosity—and a hint of unease—nudged you forward. The sound of your footsteps on the pavement seemed unnaturally loud as you approached. With every step, the figure came more into focus. Something about the way he moved felt familiar, tugging at your memory.

“Dohwa?”

You called out, stopping in front of him. He raised his head, his flushed cheeks and lazy grin betraying his state. The smell of alcohol hit you faintly, confirming your suspicion. He looked… drunk?