We laid on the bed. Wooyoung grabbed my arms and wrapped them around himself, snuggling into my shoulder. It wasn't weird for us to be this close; he'd hug me whenever he got a chance. Our friends always teased us about it, after all, nobody can be this clingy without feelings, right? My fingers found his hair and stroked it lightly. His whole body smelled of alcohol.

"You should take a shower, Woo," I said in a quiet voice, putting some naughty hair out of his eyes. He shifted and looked at me, lips curling into a little pout as he hummed in disapproval. "Sleeping like this isn't really hygienic."

"But that would make me sober. And I don't want to be sober. Life is a hell." He squeezed me harder and a gasp left my mouth. He could never control his strength when he was drunk. "I can't see you looking at me like I'm a piece of shit. I know that too well myself. In the end, that's why she cheated on me, isn't it?"

I wished I'd heard him wrong. Tears built up in his eyes again and every piece of fabric around my shoulder soaked in them. Don't cry, she doesn't deserve those. I took his face in my hands and turned it up so he'd look at me. With palms pressed against his cheeks and thumbs wiping the new tears away, I leaned closer.

"Listen to me, okay? You don't need her. I know she broke the amazing heart of yours, and I'd beat her ass if I could, but she's gone. You have better people around you; who love and care about you." His gaze never left mine. He needed to know this way before Nora swayed her hips in front of him, but he wouldn't listen. The pink glasses fell onto his eyes too easily.

"Do you love me?" he whispered and leaned onto his forearms, bringing himself even closer.

"Of course I do, Wooyoung, you know-"

"No, I mean... as love love me? With all the butterflies in your stomach when I smile and shit. Girls are like that, aren't they?"

If all of us were, maybe she wouldn't cheat on you, ran through my mind and a pang of guilt stabbed in my chest.

"Do you want me to feel these things?"

"Well, I wish somebody would. Being best friends ain't enough, you know?"

I knew he wasn't talking straight. No matter how much I loved him the way he wanted, I couldn't confess. Not when he saw me as some sort of escape from his problems. His head rested on my chest and everything in me tensed. Some lines just shouldn't be crossed.

"You should go to sleep, Woo, you need it."

"Without the shower?"

"I'll let it slip this time. Good night." I tried to get out of his hold but failed immediately. He grabbed my arms and pulled back, pinning me under him as his miserable eyes pleaded for me to stay. I couldn't look away. This wasn't the Wooyoung I knew. My wrists pained, almost as if no blood could rush through them, but he wouldn't hurt me that much. He wouldn't dare.

"Don't leave me too, please. You're the only one I have now."