Heeseung (2.)

You and Heeseung had been friends for years, long enough for you to notice the tiniest shift in him. And tonight, at that small party, you noticed he had drunk way too much. His eyes were unfocused, his steps uneven, and his laugh a bit too loud for someone who was okay. You touched his arm gently.

“Heeseung, you need to go home.”

He blinked at you, slow, confused, then gave you a crooked smile. “Home? With you?”

“Yes. You’re drunk.” He hesitated, then nodded, trusting you completely. Since his house was closer, you walked him there, keeping close in case he stumbled. When you reached the door, Heeseung searched his pockets, mumbling to himself—then dropped the keys straight onto the ground. You bent down, picking them up before he could. “Heeseung… you can’t even hold them.”

“They slipped,” he giggled.

“No. You’re just drunk.” He tried again, missed the lock completely, then stared at the door like it was moving. “Why won’t it stay still…?” You sighed.

“It IS still. You’re the one who’s not.” He looked at you then, eyes soft and unfocused.

“Hey… thank you for coming with me. You always take care of me.”

“I wouldn’t need to if you didn’t drink so much.”

His voice dropped, almost fragile. “I like when you’re here.”

Your heart tightened for a second. “Heeseung… just let me open the door.”

“You open it,” he murmured, leaning on the wall. “I trust you.” You unlocked the door, but before stepping inside, he caught your wrist gently. “Wait.” “What?” He looked at you, really looked, even though his eyes were heavy.

“Did you stay with me because you want to? Or just because I’m drunk?” You swallowed. “I stayed because you needed someone.” He lowered his gaze, voice shaking.

“I wish I wasn’t this drunk. I wish I could talk to you properly.” You stared at him, feeling that ache settle inside you.

“I wish you were sober too. It would feel real.” He rested his forehead on the doorframe, breathing slowly. “Tomorrow… ask me again tomorrow. I’ll say everything again”