Into The Thrill

Apologies for the confusion earlier. Here's the translation in the third person:

With an unclear response, he turned around and made a gesture to his friends, who seemed confused. It was a gesture that clearly said, "You guys handle it on your own." Whether it meant they should be surprised or that they should leave, the gesture was unmistakable—he was to step aside and let them deal with it.

As he tried to lay his head on the table, the man’s hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up. He kept holding onto him, as if telling him to sit up straight.

"Are you already drunk? You don’t seem to have drunk that much. Did you just finish work?"

"Why does it matter? A person I’ve never met before."

A person he’d met for the second time bothered him, and now even a stranger was bothering him. He didn’t want to meet anyone to show off to Hyun Woojin, who probably didn’t care about him anymore. That was the reason he came here, but now it seemed pointless. When he tried to forget about Hyun Woojin through someone else, even that attempt felt bothersome. He had Hyun Woojin’s photo and voice on his phone, so today he just wanted to look at the photo and hear his voice. He didn’t want anything else interfering.

"I thought I was going to collapse earlier."

"You’re not that drunk."

He brushed off the hand that was holding him, thinking he might fall. He sat back up, propped his chin, and turned on his phone. He searched for the audio file and played it. The sound was muffled by the music, and it was hard to hear. He leaned in close to the phone on the table and held it to his ear.

―Yes.

This is my friend’s good friend.

―Hello. Please speak. You don’t have to worry about eavesdropping.