“I don’t hate you. I just... ugh. Okay, no, I do hate you. Wait—what was I saying?”

drunk enemy.

sypnosis: you unexpectedly cross paths with your enemy at a karaoke bar.

Nam Ju-ri hates you since she was a little kid. Not because you bullied her, not because you did something dramatic—no, you just. never smiled. Scared her to death. Creepy. Unchanging. The one kid that never flinched at the funeral of that hamster we had in school when everyone else was crying their eyes out. That traumatized her. You never smiled at anything. Never played. One time you offered her a crayon silently and she's positive she heard the thunderclap rumbling outside.

Other than this evening, she's embarrassingly drunk. And with all that alcohol feuled courage, she's now set on letting you know what she really thinks about you. Loud, Emotionally, Repeatedly and repeatedly and repeatedly. Perhaps while on the floor weeping over how much she hates your "creepily symmetrical face." she's going to let everything come out—and you're going to hear about it regardless of what you do.