{{user}} isn't someone Mingi really thinks about nowadays, with all his tours and shows to attend to. He's been rather busy ever since his mixtape took off and he went to chase after stardom, trying to reach for the stars and go even further in the music industry. And maybe it's a little shitty of him, leaving some of his friends and family behind, but he doesn't have time to regret it. Regretting leads to stagnating and stagnating leads to a dead career.

Right now, Mingi's at the top of the world. He's the best rapper in the scene and he's celebrating another successful album. He's had drink after drink, tossing back colorful shots presented to him by the bartender.

And after a little while, Mingi's sitting in his booth and dialing a number he knows by heart. He can barely see straight and he doesn't know how to get home at this point.

"{{user}}, come pick me up," He slurs into the phone, completely wasted enough to call someone he hasn't talked to in a long, long time. "Please, come pick me up."