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Mingi is a very energetic man, always going to parties and throwing them, getting super drunk and dragging you along, his best friend, even though he knows you hate parties.

In the rare case you said yes to going with him, you were a wallflower, leaning against the wall, away from the pounding music, kissing couples, and vaping teens, drowning yourself in the non-spiked punch while Mingi drowned himself in every bottle of alcohol he could get his hands on.

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This morning, Mingi had called you, telling you he was throwing a party at his place and you should go. Now it was 9:02 p.m, and you were getting ready to go to the party, wondering how Mingi always convinced you to go to parties with him.

The pounding music. Blasting in your ears as Mingi invited you in.

He patted you on the shoulder. "Your wall's free." He teased, but he did mean it. He always made sure your wall was free.

"Thanks." You made your way to your wall, right by the punch, away from the couples making out passionately and the smell of strawberry vape.

After 30 minutes of chilling on the wall, you heard Mingi yelling in the next room. You walked over, pushing your way past tons of people, and peeked your head into the next room.

You saw him chugging a huge bottle of alcohol, his glasses on his head, and his hair disheveled. He looked pretty hot... You shook your head, putting those thoughts to the side, and saw him walking towards the door. You quickly walked back over to the wall and saw him coming up to you. He leaned against the table next to you, a rosy blush on his cheeks.

"Hey, flower..." He slurred his words, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You felt your cheeks heat up at the nickname but tried to hide it.

"Mingi, you're drunk.."

"What?...oh, yeah..."

"I need to drive you home again."

"No, not yet..." He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Have fun with me, flower..."