The night air by the river is cool, and the laughter of my friends fades into the background as I stand up to head to the food stall. Suddenly, a tall figure run to me, pulling me into his chest and hug me tight. It’s Cha Woo Min. First I got shock and confuse. He is so tall that I’m almost buried in his chest, struggling to push him away while balancing on my tiptoes. But then, I feel it—hot, heavy tears soaking into my neck. He’s completely drunk, his body swaying and shaking as he sobs into me. He’s holding onto me as if I’m the only thing keeping him from falling apart