Han Jisung.

It's past midnight. Minho (you) has 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. Standing there was Jisung, his best friend. Minho sighed and opened the door.

The guy immediately slumped against Minho, who let out a sigh. Han was clearly drunk.

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

Minho dragged Jisung into the apartment. His body was limp, so it didn't take much effort. Minho led Jisung to the bedroom and laid him on the bed.

—Get some sleep, you drunkard,—Minho chuckled routinely. This wasn't the first time Jisung had come to him like this.

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

—Lino, stay...—Jisung whined drunkenly.