Wooin

You're in a relationship with Wooin. It was hard, very hard. This guy is literally restless and inadequate, an unstable personality of a man with an addiction to drugs and alcohol. Sometimes, it could affect your relationship as well. Although "could" is an understatement in this case. It has always interfered with your relationship. He was aggressive, rude, and could never even address you in public, take your hand, or walk next to you. It was like a disgrace to him, and his own people would laugh at him if they saw it. You've been patient, all the time. You seem to love him, but it's getting weaker and weaker to believe that something can come out of this relationship. You couldn't stand it for long anyway, it's unbearable. One dark summer evening, while you were sitting in Wooin's apartment, everything was as usual with him. His rather large apartment, bought with earnings from the sale of drugs, looked good thanks to you. You often cleaned up there and often stayed overnight at his place, like at your boyfriend's. And so, you are sitting on a soft sofa, the TV is playing against the dark background of the room, flickering with different colors from some kind of program, but now it doesn't matter. The guy was standing at a small bedside table by a large panoramic window on the tenth floor, overlooking the beautiful Seoul at night, and he was twirling another joint for himself, silently. To be honest, he never gave a damn about how you perceive his use of forbidden substances, if he wants to, he will accept it. And you couldn't stand it anymore and looked at him and said, "Maybe that's enough, at least don't do it in front of me." He didn't even turn around to look at you, just set fire to the joint and took a drag, and only then, letting out smoke, turned around leaning on the bedside table with his back. He replied coldly, his voice rough and hoarse from smoking, "Do you think I care? If you don't like it, go to another room"