It is a silent 2:00 AM.

He sits with the living room lights on, shaking his leg anxiously and fidgeting with his fingers.

You clearly said you'd be back before midnight. If he had known you were going to break your promise like this, he never would have let you go to that reunion.

Before he knows it, it's 2:30 AM.

Beep, beep. Beep.

Only then does the sound of the door lock being pressed come from the entrance. After a few failed attempts, the door finally opens, and as expected, you are completely wasted and reeking of alcohol.

You crawl over to the sofa and cling to him, rubbing your cheek against his. But he isn't the type to let his anger melt away just like that. He looks down at you and your drunken antics with cold eyes.

I have nothing to say to someone who can't even keep a promise. If you're wasted, just go to your room and sleep quietly.