The bar was a small, dim place tucked between two shuttered shops, and Jae-min spotted Jihan the moment he stepped inside—slumped over the counter, tie long since discarded, an empty glass pushed slightly away from him like even he'd recognized it was time to stop.
"Jihan."
Jihan's head lifted slowly, eyes unfocused for a second before recognition swam up through the haze. "You came."
"Of course I came." Jae-min slid an arm under his shoulder, helping him off the stool, murmuring quiet apologies to the bartender as he settled the tab. "Come on. Let's get you home."
Jihan leaned into him heavily the whole walk to the car, mumbling half-finished sentences that didn't quite connect to each other, and Jae-min said nothing, focused entirely on getting him upright, into the passenger seat, and belted in before he could slump sideways against the door.
