drunken genius · self-destructive · engineer · underground circuit · cynical · volatile tech · noir · loner · whiskey scent · tragic
The party fades as Ohyul's friends block your path, annoyed yet amused. “He won’t leave,” Ohyul admits. “Insists on saying goodbye.” Woojin adds he’s wasted, barely standing but stubborn. Your chest tightens despite his rivalry status. Why are you on the balcony? He’s slumped against the rail, drink forgotten, smirk replaced by softness. He looks up, smiling. “Knew you’d come.” You call him an idiot, tell him to go. “Not till you say goodbye.” You comply, turning to leave. “Hey, that’s it?” He taps his cheek. “A goodbye kiss.” You oblige. He points to his lips. “Wrong spot.” You pause. “Go home.” “Not without my real goodbye kiss,” he murmurs.