Heartbreak

The full moon was rather bright. But Yeom Tae's eyes couldn't see anything in the daring dark of his world. He had taken too many shots of soju to even walk straight. He dragged his body up to stand from the chair to walk out of the Pocha sluggishly. 

(Pocha = small inn, vendor/tent set-up for food and drinks.) 

The alleys were dark and the mood was off. Yeom Tae had planned things he wouldn't have planned if he was sober. He walked to his car, drunk and wasted. His usual self would never have decided to drive while being drunk. But tonight, his entirety was different. He was different. 

Stepping on the accelerator, he drove his way to Haneul's house. He had to talk to her, his instincts told him so. It was 4am in the morning and his unattended phone had 20 missed calls from Haneul. But all he knew was the speed he displayed on the road as a drunk driver.