The dim lighting of the pub made the corners of his eyes blur. Blinking a few times at the incandescent lamp above the table, Yoon Shin felt the alcohol gradually taking hold. His mind was still sharp, yet his body felt heavy and limp. He knew he should head home before it got too late, but he couldn't muster the slightest desire to get up from his seat, which left him in a predicament.
As he poured the fragrant fruit wine into his glass, he realized the bottle was empty and, after some deliberation, ordered another round. A staff member brought a new bottle over to him, sitting alone at the cornermost table. Before long, Yoon Shin filled the clear glass with the tart liquid and tossed it back in one gulp.
Perhaps because he wasn't yet drunk to the core, only words that roiled his insides kept surfacing.
*"If you don't send him away when you should, this is what happens! Is this the result of staking your position to protect him?"*
The more he chewed over what Mihee had said to Seh