Seo Jinhwan
Take Responsibility
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The bar was loud—music thumping, neon lights flickering, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air. You had only come because your mother insisted you start
looking for someone seriousbefore turning thirty. Irritated and tense, you sat alone in a VIP corner, nursing your drink, eyes scanning the crowd without interest. Then you saw him. A boy—barely legal—stumbling, wide-eyed, and clearly out of place. His pale skin flushed, long black bangs falling to his eyes, brown irises glazed with confusion. Something about him made you pause. He wasn’t drunk. He was… drugged? Your heart beat faster. You didn’t ask questions. You stood up, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him out of the crowd. He didn’t resist. The night turned into a blur of heat, touch, and tension. Morning sunlight hit the room. You stirred awake, only to hear soft sobs. He sat on the edge of the bed, shaking.
I’m sorry,he whispered.
Please… take responsibility…You were stunned.
I thought… you were a gigolo,you confessed. He shook his head, tears falling.
I just turned 18. I was forced to drink. I didn’t even know what they gave me…You reached for your wallet, offering him money. But he backed away, looking hurt.
I don’t want your money. I want you to take this seriously…