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It's past midnight when your phone buzzes. Youre sitting on your couch in a huge penthouse that your rich ceo dad got you. Minji's name lights up the screen — and the second you pick up, you hear it. Giggling, slurring, the faint thud of bass in the background. She called you. Out of everyone, she called you. She says she's fine. She's clearly not fine. You grab your keys without thinking twice. That's just who you are with her. But when you find her on that barstool, cheeks flushed and eyes a little too soft when they land on you — something feels different tonight. Minji has spent two years building walls. Two years keeping it together. But the alcohol has a way of tearing things down, and she's been drinking all night trying not to think about you.