She breathed in the scent of bodies and booze till it made her head throb, but she didn't bother getting out of this place. Instead, Yuri drowned herself in the crowd till she could no longer tell her own body from the bodies pressed against hers.

She chose not to keep count of the glasses she was going to have tonight, but from how her vision was severely distorted; Yuri knew she had way too much.

At this moment, she couldn't even remember her own name from how wasted she was, and she loved that; she fought for so long to have nothing on her mind, and she finally achieved that.

Even if she looked like she didn't belong to a place like this when she came in, right now, she can't even tell who she used to be. She smiled like a dork as she dragged her feet across the floor trying to make her way to the bar through the sweaty bodies.

The silence in her brain seemed way more uncomfortable than she thought it would be, though, she realized as she stumbled out of the crowd at last. Still, it felt better than having him on her mind.

Him. She chuckled bitterly.

Oh, him. She frowned-

"-What can I get you, miss?" the bartender's question stopped her string of thoughts before it went somewhere it shouldn't have. Yuri was back to smiling as she ordered herself another glass to drown away this feeling nibbling at the edge of her mind. The drink was soon placed in front of her, and it didn't take long for her to chug it down.

At this point, she couldn't even stand up on her own, and the surge of happiness she got from her most recent drink was starting to fade away faster than she wanted it to, leaving her numb and nauseous. Yuri raised her hand for the barista to come again as she let out a string of inarticulate words in an attempt to say her order.

"Excuse me," a girl (younger than her it seemed) pushed her hand down, "I really don't want to interfere, but I don't think it's a good idea to have anymore."

Yuri found what the girl said to be very hilarious apparently. She laughed, and laughed, then looked down to see her messed up designer clothes...then laughed some more.

She never went to places like these, yet here she was drowned in the scent of liquor and the perfumes of strangers. What a joke she was. What a lame joke she has become.

Her laughter died down to meek giggles that soon faltered to a few dry chuckles before she looked up to meet the younger girl's eye.

"Y-yeah," she choked on her words as a sob threatened to break through, "you are right." Yuri tried to play it off with a smile, but that smile faltered the moment it was displayed on her soft lips.

Noticing the pity in the latter's eyes, Yuri immediately turned away to hide the tears in her eyes as she picked up her purse to leave only to be held back by her wrist.

"Wait!" the girl spit out in concern, "do you have someone to bring you home?"

Someone to bring her home...

Of course, she had that. She was Hae Yuri, the daught of Hae Haruki! She could have a red carpet rolled open just so her heels don't get dirty. What a question!

Yet, it still stands...

"I'll call someone," she bitterly let out as she wiped her eyes before the tears could drop. Before the girl could say anything more, Yuri had already left the place before the excruciating pain could tug at her heartstrings.

She intended to call her chauffeur, really, but Yuri was already really tired, and it was truly nothing else but muscle memory that had her ringing up his number.

ringing...

ringing...

ringing...

Yuri almost fell asleep to the rhythmic sound before a familiar deep sigh was heard on the other end that caused her body to be jolted awake.

She hiccuped in surprise but then stood breathless, waiting to hear anything from his side; waiting desperately to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, then it came in like a knife stabbing her guts.

"Why are you calling me again?" his voice vibrated through her drunken mind. He sounded tired; tired of her, she realized bitterly.

She choked back on a sob, then she heard him sigh again, only it felt more hurt this time.

"Where are you?" he exhaled.

"Mingi-yah," she blurted abruptly amidst her tears, "I'm- I'm sorry," she slurred horribly.

"Where are you?" he demanded, the exhaustion resonating through the line only making her cry more.

"R-RedSixTeen," she muttered out the name of the club as she bit her lip in guilt awaiting his response to that.

Mingi rubbed his face with his hand before letting it rest where it covered his mouth; he had nothing to say. Those few seconds of silence were enough to claw at Yuri's heart though.

"I'm calling Mister No-" before he could even finish saying the name of her driver, Yuri found herself uttering incoherent whines in dismay.

"Mingi," she cried out, her voice scratching against her throat making him cringe in place and shut his eyes, "d-don't call him, please..."

"You need to go home," the man countered, his own voice starting to betray him.

"I-if he sees me like this, here," she choked, "y-you know, he will tell my father."

All of the sympathy Mingi had mustered up seemed to fade away instantly at the mention of her father. He didn't say anything for a while before finally muttering bitterly, "you should've thought about that before doing something like this if you care this much about what he thinks of you."

Yuri knew his words were a response to more than what she just said, and that tore her insides apart in guilt.

"Pick me up, Min-ah," Yuri pleaded between heart-wrenching sobs, desperately acting like everything is fine. Like what happened a month ago didn't happen.

"Yuri-" he began but sighed in defeat, he had already uttered her name now, could it get any worse?

"I-I'm cold, and my head h-hurts," she cried, "please." For a second he almost fell for it, but he stopped himself as a memory ripped through his thoughts painfully.

"Yuri," he called her name as tears filled his eyes, "you broke up with me."

At that, Yuri couldn't contain her sobs anymore.

Her cries weren't normal, they came from the depth of her soul and tore through to erupt from her throat. They were painful; they scratched at her throat and clawed at her swollen heart with every second leaving her breathless. Yuri had so much she wanted to say, she really did, but nothing coherent could leave her throat at this state.

Mingi bit his lips so hard they could've bled as he looked up at the ceiling of his studio apartment to avoid his tears from streaming down his face. It didn't take long for him to close the call; he couldn't take it anymore.

The sound of him hanging up on her made her legs lose power as she dropped on the pavement floor. Her exposed knees scratching against the harsh ground didn't even hurt her numb body anymore. She rubbed at her eyes with her sleeve until they stung wanting to wipe her memories away along with the hot, salty tears.

"Hey," a familiar voice called out as a hand was placed on Yuri's back forcing her to look up in surprise. It was the girl from earlier. "Listen, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about yourself earlier, I'm sorry for that. You can go home with my friends and I, we are all girls so you don't have to worry. I don't feel safe leaving you in front of a club at 1 a.m."

Yuri didn't have the power to even vocalize her agreement, she simply put her head on the crouching girl's shoulder as a sign of agreement.

The girl helped Yuri to her feet before telling her, "I'll go fetch the girls then come get you, stay here, alright?"

After stabilizing herself, Yuri gave one lethargic nod and watched as the girl disappeared into the club. She tried to balance her haggard breaths as she waited for her ride.

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Inha-

A sudden familiar odor left her body frozen in place before a heavy coat was placed on her petite shoulders. She drowned in the scent of musty sandalwood that she would always find comfort in. Involuntarily, her eyes began to shut; she felt at peace; however, she was quick to realize what this scent meant.

Yuri turned around immediately to catch sight of the tall man in front of her with wide eyes scared as if had she not turned fast enough, he'd be gone forever.

"Min-" she halted, "Mingi?" she breathed out in confusion, concern, and underlying contentment. He didn't look at her, instead, his hand was busy putting the coat on her properly.

Suddenly, Yuri was pulled back by her wrist from behind, leaving both her and Mingi shocked as they looked up.

"Hey, are you ready to leave?" the girl asked, a bunch of her friends behind her standing defensively.

"Uh-"

"Who is this?" the girl pulled Yuri behind her as her eyes shot daggers at Mingi.

"He-he is-" Yuri uttered but found herself lost in her own thoughts. What would she say? Her ex? How assuring.

"I'm her boyfriend," Mingi's deep voice knocked the air out of Yuri's lungs. Her eyes searched for his in the dark night, but he wasn't looking at her. The girl looked back at Yuri to see if what he was saying was true.

Yuri nodded hesitantly at first before gaining more confidence. She walked from amidst the girls and attempted to walk to his side only for her wobbly legs to almost give up on her. Everyone around here jumped to hold her before she fell, but Mingi was the one to catch her before them all. He held her shoulders to steady her.

"Are you alright?" he asked her while bending down to be on the same level as her. Her pouty lips were pulled from the edges against her will upon looking into his eyes that were full of concern for her; she fought back a persistent frown that laced her delicate features.

Yuri couldn't help herself from wrapping her arms tightly around his torso as she cried into his chest. Mingi took a step back from the impact but managed to steady himself.

The girls watching this scene looked at him, so he awkwardly patted her back while making sure his coat didn't slip off her shoulder.

"I'll take her home, so don't worry. Thank you for looking after her," Mingi told the girls, and for a moment, they didn't move, but they eventually did seeing as how they couldn't peel Yuri off this man.

She was already home now, though.

Mingi looked down at the girl but was only able to see the top of her light pink beret. He sighed as he put his arm around her waist to support her shivering figure. He bent down to place his head on her shoulder.

"Let's go home, Yuri," he whispered into her ears and she let out a broken content whimper amidst her shaky breaths. Her hand clutching the fabric of his sweater told him which home she wanted to be at.

His eyes stung with tears again as he hugged her back just as tight. His face heated up in her embrace despite the cold weather.

That night when she slipped out of her Chanel heels and Dolce Gabbana dress and into his worn-out shirt, she knew that she would never go back. That night she went under the covers of his bed knowing she was ready to give up anything and everything to stay in his arms forever.