After the semester ends, the bars around Daehakro bustle with groups of customers flocking to the end-of-semester parties. The sounds of "tta-tta" (snapping) can be heard here and there, along with the sounds of chatter, professors being taunted, and laughter. Everyone is preoccupied with recounting their experiences from the semester.
If you look closely at these bars, you'll see all sorts of students. Some are absorbed in drinking games, some are chatting away, some are passed out drunk, and some don't know what to do with those students. Kim Dong-hyun would be one of those passed out drunk. He's so kind-hearted that he wouldn't stop the drinks from coming in, and it only took a moment for them to disappear. This Dong-hyun, now bored, was a classmate who would pick up his phone and call someone.
"Hello? Oh, Woojin, can you take your brother with you? He's passed out again..."
"Woojini? Is Woojin coming? Woojina..."
- "Ha... I'll be there soon. Please take care of me, senior."
"Okay, Kim Dong-hyun, don't worry and take your time. You've worked hard."
As soon as he heard the word Woojin, Donghyun straightened up from where he was lying and desperately called out to Woojin.
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Not long after, the door to the bar opened abruptly, and Woojin was seen panting for breath. As soon as they saw Woojin, Donghyun's classmates all had the same reaction. 'Woojin's here again?' Woojin tried hard to ignore the gazes gathering around him, and with a sigh, he carried Donghyun on his back and hurriedly left the bar. Oh, and the sound of him crying while carrying Donghyun was a bonus.
"Woojina"
"Woojina"
Park Woo-ji-in
"Our Ujini..."
"Why are you here now... I was lonely, hyung..."
"Brother, why are you dressed so cold? I told you not to worry."
"Ugh...sorry..."
While being carried on Woojin's back, Donghyun kept calling Woojin's name out of the blue. Woojin, as if accustomed to it, kept nagging Donghyun, and Donghyun buried his face in Woojin's shoulder.
"I like you, hyung. You said you didn't like me, so I tried my best not to feel this way..."
"...."
Although he hadn't expected a response, Woojin was secretly upset. It was always like this. Donghyun was the one who suggested breaking up first, yet whenever he got drunk, he would always call Woojin. Woojin quietly covered Donghyun with the outerwear hanging from his arm. Thinking that his own warmth wasn't enough, he warmed Donghyun, who was still shivering. At this, a bitter smile spread across Donghyun's lips.