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Byeong is fully aware of the fact that he isn’t the smartest when drunk, drunk Byeong always has fun, but drunk Byeong also always does and says things that makes sober Byeong question why he even allows himself to drink. Still, drinking is fun, and partying is fun, so when a friend invited him to a party he allowed himself to show up. His friend had left him long ago, and a countless amount of alcohol had replaced his friend’s company, in conclusion; Byeong had drunk too much and was now more than just drunk. He wandered around the party with one drink in his hand, trying his best to find someone who would let him sleep in their bed tonight, but then he came across someone, a face he hadn’t forgotten, a face he couldn’t forget. 

It was the murderer he had met before. With sloppy feet he managed to basically drag himself across the floor until he stood right in front of the other male. The other had vanished last time (like literally vanished) and that had left Byeong with a couple of unaswered questions, questions he now had decided he was gonna get answers for. “My dude, I don’t, I don’t remember your name but, but do you remember me?” he asks, trying his best to maintain eye contact with the other as he points at himself. “I gotta-- I got to ask some questions to ask you” he continues, finger now pointing at the other.

“Why did you drug me and why, why did you kill that man? You can’t just drug someone, watch out or I’ll, I’ll send a lawyer after you, or hit you or just… I’ll just do something”

Byeong’s eyes widens, a sudden slight blush coming over his cheeks as the older man speaks. It was his third encounter with the other, and upon seeing them he had once again accused them of murdering that man and drugging him that day, as much as the other did sound very convincing when he denied these facts, Byeong was still sure that he was right. The other was a murderer, had taken someone’s life who did not deserve it (despite what they had done that day) and Byeong had watched weird things happen, such as the older suddenly vanishing with the dead body, which led Byeong to the assumption that he had been drugged. Their second encounter Byeong barely remembers anything from, a fact which Byeong is still slightly embarrassed about.

         A sound that sounds like something mixed between a sigh and groan leaves Byeong’s lips, “this is embarrassing” he whispers as he pulls in the pants once again. Byeong had invited out his friend to help him with choosing an outfit for an upcoming costumer, he wanted to look special for them since it seemed like they had so much money, but right now it seemed like his plan had failed. Byeong opens the door slightly to find his male friend sitting not to far away, and when they ask him if he’s done changing he starts blushing slightly while shaking his head. “I can’t… I can’t get these pants off, they’re too tight”, these pants, they look good, Byeong will admit that, but they’re too tight, and he can barely breathe in them. “Can you help me get them off?”, normally Byeong wouldn’t be so embarrassed when asking such thing,                     but… for some reason his cheeks are burning red right now.