Wooyoung's name appeared on my phone screen.

I felt a strip of fear and concern grow in my stomach. He never calls. There was ink-black darkness behind the windows; the clock showed a few minutes before midnight. I quickly leaned over to my charger and pressed the green button, immediately calling for his name.

"Wooyoung, are you okay-" But I only heard his sobs mixed with angry mumbles. A loud thump, then another. I could imagine his apartment being ripped to pieces; plates flying, broken mirror, he did it every time the anger took over him. It just felt much worse this time.

I had no idea what to do. Trying to stop him through a phone wouldn't work. So I got up and started to look for the keys to his place, the noises I heard from the speaker sent shivers down my spine. Please, don't hurt yourself, I pleaded in my head, searching quickly. Once I had them, I ran to my car and drove. I didn't even bother to park precisely, only stopped at the kerbstone and sprinted up the stairs. There was a soft clicking sound and the door snapping open.

I couldn't think for a second. Shatters laid all over the floor, the television had a hole right through it, and a heavy smell of alcohol lingered in the air. Everything was destroyed. And deadly silent.

"Wooyoung, it's me. Where are you?" I called softly, hoping he'd show himself when he heard my voice, but nothing happened. I took a few steps forward while trying to avoid as many broken pieces as possible. My eyes landed on the number of bottles on the kitchen counter. He hadn't been drunk like this for years, I realised as a sad memory recalled in my mind.

"Stop it, Wooyoung! Just stop it! We are here for you. I am here for you; how can you say you're alone? It hurts me too, you know?" I shouted back at him as I wrested the bottle of vodka from his hand. Tears burned in the corners of my eyes as I looked at his broken figure. He knelt and banged his fists to the floor, mumbling some incoherent words. As my arms landed around him, I promised myself one thing; to never let him fall again.

And I visibly failed.

Suddenly, some faint sounds echoed from his bedroom. Pieces of glass crunched underneath my feet, but I didn't care. I slipped through the door and scanned every inch of the room in a panic. Don't hide from me, Wooyoung, please. It was nothing but darkness. Sheets laid all around the bed and his desk, clothes on the floor with some broken CDs. And then I found him; snuggled into his pillow in the furthest corner, sobs leaving his mouth uncontrollably.

"Woo..." There was nothing I could say. As if history repeated itself, I knelt next to him and took his hands in mine. They were cold and shaking. He immediately squeezed back, hard enough to make my fingers go numb. "I'm here. It's okay. You're safe with me."

At that moment, his head snapped up as if he hasn't noticed me before, and the fear and hurt in his eyes changed into relief. He let go of my hands and pulled me into a hug. It almost crushed me; I couldn't breathe but feeling his body slowly calming against mine was more important than that.

Thank God you're okay.