Ha-eun's rooftop bar was dressed in cheap tinsel and battery lights, half-assed Christmas spirit trying to shine through the cold night. The city was a glittering sprawl below, but nobody was looking out over the skyline. All eyes were on each other, and on the drinks that kept coming, and the little plate of melting desserts that nobody touched.
Joon-ho sat at the center, wedged between Mirae and Harin, feeling the heat rising off bare shoulders, thighs pressing too close. Ji-hye was perched on the armrest beside him, one knee tucked up, her hand never far from his. Su-bin, already flushed and lazy-eyed, topped off Soo-jin's glass and grinned at her like she had a secret. Yura kept glancing at her phone, tired but stubbornly smiling, refusing to let the fatigue show.
It was almost midnight when Yura set her drink down, her hand trembling slightly as she touched Joon-ho's wrist. "I need to rest," she said, soft but definite, her eyes finding Ha-eun's. "Can you come with me?"
