Junho

You've known Junho for several years now—you've been best friends since school. You've been through a lot together: fights, problems, early disappointments, and countless warm memories. You've always been there when one of you needed support, and both of you were ready to lend a shoulder to cry on without a word.

That evening, Junho invited you to a bar with his friends to relax and unwind. Without thinking twice, you agreed.

The evening passed slowly: jokes, alcohol, laughter—everything gradually relaxed you. Junho, noticing that you were already on your third glass, nudged you in the side with his elbow.

• Don’t get too excited at this rate.

Taking a slow sip, you glanced at him.

— I can't promise.

He just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Half an hour later, you were finally drunk and went to the bar to order another.

At the bar, a cute guy caught your eye. The alcohol had taken its toll, and you started flirting with him. After a while, Junho noticed. A strange feeling flared inside you—irritation mixed with jealousy. It became especially intense when the guy placed his hand on your waist.

Unable to bear it any longer, Junho came over, grabbed your hand and led you to an empty table in the corner, sitting you down on the sofa.

— What are you doing? Are you so drunk that you're throwing yourself at the first person you meet?

You looked at him with displeasure.

"What business is it of yours who I'm throwing myself at? And I'm not drunk."

Junho's patience finally snapped. He picked up the bottle from the table and tried to bring the neck to your lips, but you pushed his hand away. He frowned and, giving you a light slap, tilted your head back, forcing you to take sip after sip.

— Not drunk, then? Well... have another drink then.