Shotaro never had Hite beer before, he prefers Sapporo which his mom thought it's bit much to spend on for beer with his yen from being backup dancer.
It also brings him back memories of the drinking game Pin Pon Pan with his high school friends.
He's always been competitive, even toward this tall mankae he loves.
After three drinks, he wasn't expecting Jisung to already pass out on the table.
"It's Jisung's second time drinking. His tolerance is low like our leader." Yuta tells him as he drinks a shot.
He wanted to sit back down and continue drinking to get that buzz. But, Taeyoung's words in the past ranged through his mind.
Yuta seemed to sense his hesitation and decided to offer. "Don't worry, I'll get him safety to bed."
"No, I'll be back." Shotaro muttered under his breath. He helps Jisung off the table before gently moving him to their dorm.
He spoke a little to him as they're walking down the hallway. "I wish to ask you if you'll accept me being your soulmate." He chuckled bitterly. "I'm not confident, as you may think."
Jisung eyes opened slightly in a daze. "Since, when you speak Japanese?"
"At least, he isn't an angry drunk." Shotaro ignored his question.
"You can't want to be my soulmate. No one ever picked me." Jisung tried moving off of Shotaro's shoulders but he held a strong grip.
"I'm the opposite a lot of my friends at high school wanted to experience it, but I told them off. I preferred my privacy back back." Shotaro countered.
"I'm not allowed to pick one because my parents are rich." Jisung eyes downcast.
Shotaro smiled as he found their dorm. "It's good I picked you first without knowing that.
Jisung blinks down at Shotaro unbuttoned his jacket.
"You're burning up, again. please take better care of yourself." Shotaro rolled up Jisung's dressshirt sleeves to be airy for him.
He opened the door before placing him on his bed and walking out.
"Where are you going?" Jisung asks eyes drooping as he sits on the edge.
"I'm coming right back with a bucket filled with ice." Shotaro wonders if Jisung ever felt empty like he does, when they separate.