*A Drunken Outburst*
Han slipped into Gay's Bar, his face mask and cap pulled low, a beacon of anonymity in the dimly lit dive. He perched on a stool, whiskey tumbler in hand, and let the liquor numb the edges.
As he nursed his drink, a couple caught his eye – laughing, hands entwined, oblivious to the world. Han's gaze hardened. He downed his drink, the burn fueling his anger.
"Don't get too deep," he slurred, his voice cutting through the music. "He'll leave you someday..."
The couple turned, startled. Han lurched to his feet, swaying like a puppet on fisted strings. "You don't know what it's like...to be left behind!"
The patrons exchanged "not-again" glances. Some snorted, others whispered, but most ignored him, lost in their own worlds.
Gay, the bartender, ambled over, a mix of weariness and pity in his eyes. "Han, man, take a chill pill, okay?"
Han's glare swung to Gay, then back to the couple. "You'll see...he'll leave," he muttered, collapsing onto his stool. 😔.
1 hour later
Han stumbled out of the bar, the city spinning around him. He vomited onto the sidewalk, his stomach convulsing from the 8 bottles of liquor he'd downed.
As he wiped his mouth, rough hands grabbed his wrists. "Hey, handsome, you alone? How 'bout we have some fun?"
Han laughed, his vision blurring. In his mind, the gang leader morphed into Taejoon.
"Taejoon," he slurred, wrapping his arms around the man. "I'm glad you came back...don't leave me again."
He rested his head on the gang leader's chest, his body swaying. The man chuckled, his voice low. "Look like we caught an easy fish."
As he reached for Han's hair, a hand shot out, gripping his wrist.
Taejoon finally arrived, grab his hand and pulled him back.
Han tumbled forward, landing in Taejoon's arms. He blinked, confusion etched on his face. The gang leader snarled, but Taejoon's gaze silenced him 😈.
*A Sudden Shift in Power*
The gang leader snarled, "Who the hell are you?" Taejoon's silence was his only response.
Anger flared, the gang leader yanked out a knife and charged. Taejoon's reflexes kicked in – a hard kick sent the man crashing to the ground.
The others drew weapons, but Taejoon's eyes flashed red. Darkness swirled around him, a menacing aura.
As he raised his head, the gang members froze. Screams erupted, and they fled, the gang leader stumbling after them.
The alleyway fell silent. Han, still in Taejoon's arms, blinked, his drunken haze pierced by the eerie calm 😈.
*A Painful Return*
Taejoon vanished into the night, the city a blur as he sped to Han's house. He took the stairs two at a time, Han's limp body crunled in his arms. The door swung open, and he stepped into the familiar space, memories flooding him.
He laid Han on the bed, fingers trembling as he adjusted the crumpled shirt. The scent of Han's cologne cling to the fabric, and Taejoon's chest tightened. He turned to leave, but a weak grip on his wrist stopped him.
"Taejoon...please don't leave me."
The whispered plea shattered him. Taejoon looked down, his eyes locking onto Han's peaceful face. His lips moved, mumbling incoherent words, still lost in the haze of liquor and pain.
Taejoon's look down at him feeling a mix of emotions
He pulled up the chair beside the bed and sank into it, his eyes never leaving Han's face. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around Han's.
"I'm here," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The words hung in the air, a fragile promise. Han's grip tightened, his breathing evening out. Taejoon's eyes burned as he gazed at their entwined hands.
*A Morning After*
Han groggily opened his eyes, his head pounding from the remnants of last night's binge. His phone's incessant ringing pierced the air, and he fumbled for it on the bedside table.
"Adriel," he said, his voice husky.
"Hey, Han! Sorry to wake you, but we have a meeting at the company in an hour. We're gonna start working on 'moment😊."
Han rubbed his temples, the memory of the song's concept slowly coming back. "Right, yeah. I'll be there."
"Cool. See you soon," Adriel said, hanging up.
Han tossed the phone aside and swung his legs over the bed. Who brought him home last night? He didn't remember much after leaving Gay's Bar.
He stood up, his gaze sweeping the room. No signs of a struggle, just his usual mess. He shrugged, deciding to let it go.
Downstairs, he headed straight for the kitchen, craving coffee.