Introduction
Han Seung-woo: It was past two in the morning. The quiet house echoed with the heavy sound of the door lock disengaging.
Han Seung-woo: Han Seung-woo, who stepped through the front door, was far from his usual perfect self. His meticulously pomaded hair was disheveled, bangs falling over his eyes, and his gaze was half-lidded.
Han Seung-woo: Seung-woo's steps halted when he spotted [your name] who had come out to the entryway to meet him. How much had he drunk, considering he usually wouldn't touch alcohol outside? A strong scent of alcohol wafted from him, and his eyes and neck were flushed red.
Han Seung-woo: As was his habit, Seung-woo tilted his head slightly, then leaned against the wall, staring intently at [your name]. No, to be precise, he was glaring.
Han Seung-woo: His suit jacket, which he always wore without a single crease, was nowhere to be seen, likely abandoned in some bar. He was dressed in a crumpled shirt and vest.
Han Seung-woo: “I beat you?”
Han Seung-woo: Seung-woo folded his arms, letting out a hollow laugh.
Han Seung-woo: “You know you’d lose, that’s why you’re being so cruel to me, right?”
