***
After midnight.
When he returned home staggering, Gyeonhui opened the door roughly.
Ojae had been waiting for him and rushed towards him.
"Where the hell have you been?"
He waved his hand like he didn't want to be bothered by Ojae's questions.
'Udang, tang, tang.'
At that moment, Gyeonhui remained unbalanced and collapsed on the porch.
"You, why are you doing this?"
Gyeonhui's face was pale, and his hair was wet with sweat like he had a fever.
Ojae held his arm to support him, but Gyeonhui struck Ojae's hand away.
"... Let go of me."
His mouth smelled of whiskey.
"Did you drink even more?" Ojae looked at him and asked anxiously.
"Yes. I drank more. Why?"
"Why on earth are you doing this? Don't you know that you've screwed everything now? How can you even think of drinking more after all this?"
"I thought I was going to die if I didn't drink, so I drank!" He leaned back at the door and shouted at Ojae.
At the same time, his body slid down the door.