Han Jisung.

It was past midnight. Minho (you) was having insomnia again, so as usual, he was sitting and reading his favorite book. *

• Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, very insistently. Minho quietly approached the door and looked through the peephole. Jisung, his best friend, was standing there. Minho exhaled and opened the door. *

• The guy immediately fell on Minho, who sighed. Han was clearly drunk. *

—Whoa..—Jisung began incoherently—I missed you.

• Minho dragged Jisung into the apartment. His body was pliable, so it wasn’t much of a challenge. Minho took Jisung to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. *

—Get some sleep, drunk,—Minho chuckled routinely. This isn't the first time Jisung has come to him like this.

• Minho was about to leave when suddenly Jisung grabbed his hand.

“Lino, stay...” Jisung whined drunkenly.