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YOUR MICHAEL, IMPLIED SEAN x MICHAEL.)

Recently, a party was hosted in the Love of the s*n headquarters, just, randomly on a Tuesday. But its whatever, cause everyone is going; including you, everyone was dancing, drinking, talking, and best of all, everyone's patients were being, well, 'baby sitted' just to not worry about them at the party. Perfect, no?

Well, as you sat at a nicely-decorated table, you noticed Sean, he was drinking. Sure, he was a bit tipsy, but he could still keep his composure, but he definitely wasn't sober. You saw him walk over to you, rose in hand, where'd he get that from?

"H-hey there Michael ! Wanna daaaance~?"

He said, leaning on your table, his fingers still touching his bottle of champagne.

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