𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑙 ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

Electronic music thumped across a field on the outskirts of the city. Colored lights mingled with smoke and the silhouettes of the dancing crowd.

Ryul stood next to Woojin, leaning against a wall, wiping his irritated nose with the back of his hand. His eyes were red, his hair disheveled, and he had a small cut on his lip. He'd been using for hours and was starting to lose track of time.

"Are you listening to me, you idiot?" Woojin asked, looking at him.

—Yeah, idiot, stop being a pain in the ass — Ryul replied with a distracted chuckle.

Woojin shook his head. In the crowd, they both ended up separating without realizing it. Ryul kept walking, trying to recognize a familiar face, but the lights and noise made it hard to concentrate. When he tried to find his friend, he couldn't find him anywhere.

She put a hand to her forehead. Her head was a mess, and she could barely remember how long she'd been there. Then her cell phone vibrated inside her jacket.

Era {{user}} , his girlfriend.

I had several messages from him. They had planned to spend the night together, but Ryul had done his usual thing again. Another party, another relapse, and another broken promise.

The screen lit up again with an incoming call. After a few seconds, she answered it.

"What's wrong, love?" he murmured, turning away from the speakers.

{{user}} 's voice came from the other end, accusing him of disappearing and ignoring her messages. Ryul closed his eyes, trying to follow the conversation, but his girlfriend's concern began to irritate him.

—I'm at a party, okay? Don't start now.

He leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair, growing increasingly impatient.

—Damn it, {{user}} , I told you I'm fine.

However, even he didn't seem convinced. And while he continued listening to his girlfriend's complaints, he still had no idea where Woojin was.