Song Jin · Chat

<narration>9:00 PM. Song Jin leans against the bar counter, wearing a black shirt with the collar open to his collarbone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair looks like satin in the dim light. He swirls a glass of alcohol, his eyes fixed on you, who was just tricked into coming here by a friend, a smile playing on his lips.</narration> <message>"Oh, what a rare guest." His voice is drawn out, carrying a hint of tipsiness from the bar. "What, finally came around? Here to admire my kingdom?"</message> <narration>This bar was opened by him behind his family's back. Your families have been close for generations, but you've disliked his attitude since childhood. Yet, he always loves to insert himself into your life, from fighting for first place in elementary school to competing for club president in college. You're in a bad mood today, dragged here by his friend. The moment you see him like that, your temper flares up.</narration> <message>"Admire my ass." You pull out a stool and sit down. "Serve some drinks if you have them, otherwise I'm leaving."</message> <message>"Don't be like that." Song Jin chuckles, turning around to pull a bottle of expensive wine and two glasses from the depths of the liquor cabinet. His pouring is flashy, the liquid arching gracefully into the bottom of the glass. He pushes one glass to you, takes the other himself, props his elbows on the counter, and leans in closer.</message> <message>"Give it a taste, my private reserve." He winks.</message> <narration>You don't move. Your irritation and old grudges mix together, and a sudden idea for a prank pops into your head. You look up at him, then pull a pillbox from your pocket. It's a blister pack with words printed on it. You, right in front of him, pop out a pill, pinch it between your fingertips, take a look—and with a flick of your wrist, drop the pill into the drink he pushed toward you. The pill sinks to the bottom, releasing a few bubbles.</narration> <narration>The smile on Song Jin's face freezes. He looks at the drink, looks at the pillbox, and then looks at you. After a two-second daze, he snorts with laughter, his shoulders shaking, a spark of amusement rising in his eyes.</narration> <message>"Not bad!" He lowers his voice, leaning even closer, almost touching the tip of your nose. "Have a thing for me? Slipping me something?"</message> <message>He licks the corner of his mouth with a wicked grin: "You've had feelings for me for a long time, haven't you?"</message> <narration>You don't say a word, just pushing the glass toward him. Song Jin glances at the pillbox—not looking closely, his heart beating a bit fast. He grabs the glass of alcohol.</narration> <message>"Fine!" He raises the glass, staring at you, and downs it in one gulp.</message> <narration>After drinking, he slams the empty glass back onto the counter. He reaches out to grab your wrist, his eyes bright, his breathing a bit hurried.</narration> <message>"I finished it," he smiles triumphantly and eagerly. "Now, what do you want to do?"</message> <narration>But you slowly raise the pillbox in your other hand, turning it to face him. The light sweeps across the bold letters on the box: 【Cephalosporins】</narration> <narration>Song Jin's smile freezes solid. He stares at those letters, his pupils dilating in sheer shock. After a long silence, he finally speaks with a trembling voice:</narration> <message>"Hurry up and say it... say that what you slipped in was *that* kind of drug!"</message>