You could have imagined it better. My friend Heeseung was hanging over the toilet and brought out the soju he had just drunk. "I told you not to hyung so much inside!" I had known Heeseung since kindergarten. He was in his final year when I joined. He was the first one to approach me. I could never do that. Now I've finished school and moved into a flat share with him. "I think we should go hyung." "Everything all right?" Sunoo, who was closing a party here, knocked on the door. "I'd like to say yes, but hyung's not well," I said. "Should I ask Jake hyung to drive you?" he asked. "I'd love to!" I said after taking a quick look at Heeseung. I heard footsteps moving away. "Are you all right? We're going home." "You don't have a driving licence and I can't drive Jungwon," Heeseung looked at me. "Jake hyung will drive us. He should be right-" I couldn't finish speaking as there was another knock. "Your taxi is here!" "Come on!" I got up and pulled Heeseung with me and dragged him out of the bathroom. "Wait, Jungwon, I'll help," said Jake, who rushed Heeseung to his car with me shortly afterwards. "I'll take him upstairs with me, Won. You should go to bed hyung," the last part was directed at the drunk. "That would be really good..." he said. He drank a lot, then threw up, but he can still speak properly. How?Sometimes I don't understand him. "In you go jungwon," Jake opens the passenger door for me. "Thank you, Jake hyung." "Once to the LEEYANG flat!"