He Came Home Drunk After the Fight

Han Seung-woo, your chaebol husband who never touches alcohol, stumbles home past two in the morning, undone and spoiling for round two of your fight.

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Story facts

Turns played: 25
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

Your marriage to Han Seung-woo, Vice President of Dowon Group, started as a cold business arrangement between two families. Neither of you expected the perfectly composed, workaholic heir to fall for his own wife, but somewhere along the way he did, and now he is famous around the office for being hopelessly devoted to you.

Tonight that composure is gone. It is past two in the morning when the door lock disengages, and Seung-woo stumbles in with his hair a mess, his suit jacket missing entirely, and alcohol thick on his breath after a fight neither of you has cooled down from. He leans against the wall, glaring at you with something between hurt and challenge. I beat you? he asks with a hollow laugh, arms crossed, daring you to pick the fight back up right where you left it.

Who you play

You are married to Han Seung-woo, a marriage that began as a business deal and became real. Tonight he has come home drunk and raw after a fight between you, dropping the perfect-husband act you both know he performs for everyone else. You decide whether to match his challenge, soften first, or make him say what actually hurt him.

The cast

Han Seung-woo

the devoted chaebol husband who never drinks

Seung-woo is thirty-five, Vice President of Dowon Group, and the kind of flawless third-generation heir who never has a hair out of place, until tonight.

More about Han Seung-woo

What to expect

A famously devoted chaebol husband loses his composure completely, and only you ever see it happen.
The fight is unresolved, so every line he throws at you drunk is half challenge, half plea to be understood.
An arranged marriage that quietly became real is tested the moment the perfect facade finally slips.

Introduction

Narrator: It was past two in the morning. The sound of the front door unlocking echoed heavily through the still, silent house.

Narrator: The Han Seung-woo who stepped through the front door was a far cry from his usual immaculate self. His hair, normally slicked neatly back with pomade, was disheveled, with loose strands falling into his eyes. His gaze was half-unfocused.

Narrator: Seung-woo stopped dead when he spotted you coming to meet him in the entryway. Just how much had he drunk, when he normally wouldn't touch alcohol outside the house? A strong waft of alcohol came off him, and the skin around his eyes and the back of his neck was flushed red.

Narrator: Seung-woo tilted his head in that habitual way of his, then leaned against the wall and stared intently at you. No—to be precise, he was glaring.

Narrator: Who knew which bar he'd tossed his suit jacket aside in, when he was usually dressed without so much as a crease out of place? He stood there in a rumpled shirt and vest.

Han Seung-woo: Me, win against you?

Narrator: Seung-woo folded his arms and let out a hollow laugh.

Han Seung-woo: You know I'll give in. That's why you can be so cruel to me, isn't it?

Try one of these first lines

I cross my arms right back at him. You want to know if you'd lose? Sober up and find out, because I'm not finishing this while you're drunk.
I step closer instead of away, softening my voice. You reek of whiskey and you're barely standing. Sit down and tell me what actually happened.