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@lee junho Bobby had been spending some time at the bar, it was a night off but he wanted to spend some time cleaning and organizing his office for a bit and his roommate hasn’t been home that day so there wasn’t much else he cared to do. He had just finished organizing his desk and sat down to take a small break when his phone started ringing. Looking at his phone to see the name of his roommate in big lettering on the screen. Lee Junho.

Answering the phone Bobby gave a soft “hey” indicating he answered to be quickly replied to by the other. Bobby let out a soft chuckle, “Can you stay where you’re at for about 20 mins? I’ll be right there.” He asked grabbing his keys and immediately walking out to the bar as he waved bye to his employees.

Heading to Han river, where he knew “here” was for his roommate having known him for long enough. He got out of his car having parked it looking around “Junho?” He called out, as he searched the area looking for his roommate.

@bobby kim junho was at the han river. again for the nth time that month alone. usually he would be sober, bothered no one but himself but that day was something else. his cafe wrapped an event — a family celebrating their son's twentieth birthday. the atmosphere was touching. and junho was more than old enough to not let such ambience get to him. yet they did.

perhaps he was getting too old and sentimental. and lonely.

since he couldn't book a trip to the ocean as often as he would like each time he was emotional, he ran to the river side with cans of beer and some packets chips, drank his sorrow away until midnight.

it got cold. he was sleepy also. the right thing would be calling the cab service but, no, junho, drunk and foolish, thought calling his reliable roomie was the best option.

"HELP... I mean... hello? can you help me? I'm here...here....you know here...."