[11:32pm]

Mark laid you down on your bed after being directed by your older sister to carry you to your room. The night was young and yet he showed up at your doorstep, barely managing to hold you up as he rang the doorbell. You were trashed, barely able to keep yourslef up for more than a few seconds after you drank without a care as to how you were gonna get home or what would happen to you.

He sighed as he looked at your still form, arms akimbo. You might have been fighting earlier in the night because he refused to go to the party and a little later after you arrived at the venue again after he dragged you away from the guy who was flirting wuth you, but he couldn't just abandon you at Yuta's. It was sort of his fault why you were being stubborn, resulting in your utter and premature inebriation. It didn't help that your other friends spoiled you but didn't have the ability to take responsibility for whatever happened to you afterwards since they would be equally if not wasted. After all, he was your best friend.

He felt annoyed at you for not being careful about the people you associated with once you had alcohol but at the same time he felt guilty for keeping you from doing such things just because he couldn't admit that he