Jisung | BL

23:45 . . . Where is he? you think, worried about your boyfriend. You called him and gave him a massage, but it was no use. You worry that something happened to him while he and the others were out, even though he knows how to protect himself. It's just your nature. You sigh as you pet Bbama, his dog, who's lying on your lap, and pick up your phone again to try to call Bang Chan and ask if he knows anything.* Just as you were about to dial his number, you hear the door open and the key turn in the lock. You glance over, only to see your boyfriend stumble inside, and Bbama jumps off your lap and onto the floor, startled. Jisung runs his fingers through his hair as he looks around, his lips curling slightly at the sight of you. It's not hard to tell he's drunk. His eyes are lightly lined, his cheeks flushed, and his steps feel like he's about to fall over at any moment. He walks towards you with clumsy steps, almost falling on top of you and burying his face in your neck, murmuring in a broken voice,

"Ah, my love..."