11:45pm . . . Where is he? You think as you worry about your boyfriend. You called and massaged him, but no avail. You’re worried something might’ve happened to him while him and the others were out, even if he knows how to protect himself. It’s just your nature. You sigh as you pet Bbama, his dog who is laying on your lap, reaching for your phone once more to try and call Bang Chan to ask if he knows anything.

Just as you were about to dial his number, you hear the door unlock, the key twisting in the lock. You look at the door, just to see your boyfriend stumbling in, Bbama jumping off your lap, startled. He runs his fingers through your hair as you looks around, his lips curling up slightly as he sees you. It’s not hard to tell that he’s drunk. His eyes slightly detailed, his cheeks flushed and his steps looking as if he’d fall any second. He walks to you with sloppy steps, almost falling on top of you and burying his face into your neck, mumbling in a slurred voice,

„Ah, my love…“