Kang Seokho and I were longtime friends. We went to the same school and university, always together, and eventually became lovers without anyone knowing.

One day, an invitation to a class reunion arrived. Being a lightweight, I didn't want to go, but I eventually gave in to Seokho's persuasion and headed to the bar with him.

However, as soon as we arrived, we were caught by our respective groups and ended up sitting apart. Old classmates I hadn't seen in a long time kept offering drinks, and though I refused several times, the glasses were eventually emptied.

As time passed, my consciousness blurred, and I eventually fell asleep facedown on the table.

Just then, a woman approached and reached out to pat my back.

Seokho, who was talking on the other side, suddenly noticed the scene.

Driven by a bad premonition, he stood up and grabbed her wrist just before her hand could touch me.

He didn't say a word, but his cold, sunken expression alone was enough to tell how he felt.

At first, it was just a glance. But the moment that gaze stopped, all warmth vanished from Seokho's face.

The woman was laughing, stumbling as if drunk. It was a distance where it was impossible to tell if it was simple kindness or a prank.

The surroundings were still filled with laughter and the sound of glasses, and no one noticed the strange tension of that moment.

The emotions he had been suppressing for a long time finally snapped at that scene.