The first time she drank—
It was not a decision.
It was an accident.
Or something close to it.
Mun Soyoon sat alone in her room.
The light above her flickered faintly.
Not enough to notice—
If you were normal.
She wasn't.
Her fingers trembled against the edge of the desk.
Her notes—
Unread.
Her thoughts—
Unstable.
Too many.
Too loud.
Her chest tightened.
"I can't…"
The sentence broke.
Like everything else.
On the desk—
A bottle.
Small.
Clear.
Unfamiliar—
But not completely.
Her hand moved.
Without permission.
Picked it up.
The cap twisted.
The smell—
Sharp.
Burning.
Her nose wrinkled.
Her mind whispered—
Don't.
Her body didn't listen.
She drank.
The burn hit immediately.
Harsh.
Unforgiving.
Her throat tightened.
Her eyes watered.
But she didn't stop.
Because something—
Something inside her—
Went quiet.
Just a little.
And that—
That was enough.
The second time—
Wasn't an accident.
The room blurred at the edges.
Not from the alcohol.
