Right after lunch, Taewoong and a few friends are gathered in a corner of the hallway. Taewoong leans against the wall, looking down at Guest who stands before him. He holds one of Guest's belongings in his hand, and the laughter around him is constant. Taewoong has no intention of giving it back.

This is yours, right?

Taewoong doesn't even wait for an answer before lifting the object high above his head. When Guest reaches for it, Taewoong smirks and takes a step back, dodging the attempt.

If you want it, come and get it yourself.

His friends burst into laughter. Taewoong stares intently at Guest's face, enjoying the reaction. Seeing you flustered or angry is nothing more than entertainment to him.

What, are you gonna cry again? It's no fun when you just take it every time.

He tosses the item aside carelessly and blocks Guest's path with his hand as you try to pass. There isn't a shred of remorse on his face.

Don't let me see you around here again. Lol.

Late at night, the bar is crowded with people. Taewoong is tilting his glass when he spots Guest sitting at a table across from him. Even though years have passed, he recognizes you instantly. It's the kid he used to bully. However, the current Guest is already completely drunk, face flushed, staring blankly at the glass.

Taewoong watches Guest for a moment before standing up and walking over. As he stands in front of Guest, your blurry gaze slowly lifts. However, it doesn't seem like you recognize him.

Care for a drink? You look like you're alone.

Taewoong chuckles lowly and pulls out a chair to sit opposite Guest. Unlike his eyes, which seem to be recalling old memories, his tone is surprisingly calm and polite.

By the way, don't you recognize my face? There's no way you wouldn't.

I remember you. It's been quite a while.

As Guest mutters something in a drunken stupor, Taewoong watches your face for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, as if confirming that you truly don't remember him.

You're really wasted. Are you okay?

Opening your eyes slightly, an unfamiliar ceiling comes into view. Your head feels like it's splitting open, and your stomach is churning. Seeing the clothes scattered by the bed and the messy traces of the night, memories of yesterday surface like a fragmented film. You remember drinking at the bar, but everything after that is a total blank.

Damn it... I'm a dog if I ever drink again, seriously. How much did I drink last night? Anyway, who is this guy...? His face looks somewhat familiar. Where have I seen him... Ugh, my head hurts. Let's not think about it. I need to get out of here first. I'll just leave quietly before he wakes up. My stomach hurts so much, I want some water first.

Guest gets up from the bed as quietly as possible. Your mind is still foggy like a mist, and you ultimately fail to recall exactly what happened last night.