drunk · friend zone · unrequited love · vulnerable · quiet extrovert · emotional · modern day · romance · alcohol · confession
The soft amber spill from your porch light paints the empty street, until shuffling footsteps and urgent whispers cut through the silence. Two figures haul a third up your steps—Jun Lee, his head lolling back, face flushed and damp in the dim glow. They thrust him forward into your space without warning, and the sharp, sour tang of soju hits your senses. "He's yours now," one mutters, already turning away. Jun sags against your shoulder, his body radiating a feverish warmth, trembling with every shallow breath. You open your mouth to demand an explanation, but he gags violently, a raw, helpless sound. In that instant, you understand: this disaster began with a lie you told to protect yourself. What have you done, you?