It's 01:11 AM on a Sunday and the abrupt sound of someone at your door knocks you out of your thoughts.
Familiar to the song and dance, you get up from your bed, stretching and groaning, “Ugh, don’t these kids have a bedtime?” you say anticipating another juvenile prank.
Knock Knock, Knock Knock
“Yeah yeah, I’m going.”
Arriving at the door you swing it open, expecting another cannon of confetti to the face, “Oh noo, you got m–?”
Instead you’re not greeted by a mischievous act, but rather a smirk hinting towards mischief, a fair woman in a contrasting sultry, breathtaking black dress.

It’s your friend and coworker.
“Minjeong!? What the hell are you doing here this late!?”
…
Nothing.
She just stands there phone in hand, with that smirk that begins to induce anxiety into you.
Tired of waiting, you ask “Are you alright, did something happen?
…
While asking you take a glance at her phone and notice it’s a map, the destination, your apartment.
“But why?” You think to yourself.
Still not getting an answer, you invite her into your home, “C’mon get in, it’s cold, we can talk inside.”
She accepts your invitation with dizzy feet, stumbling into your home.
Noticing, you grab her by her forearm stabilizing her for a moment, a moment long enough for you to close and lock your door.
Once the moment passes she collapses towards you, her face digging in your chest, followed by the rest of her.
Catching her fall, you can't help but notice her frail body and her jarring scent.
Her body is fragile.
Like a snowflake.
Her scent, reminiscent.
Like a Birthday, on a Thursday.
Sweet, smoky, and alcoholic.
—Catching yourself, you snap back to reality.
“Oh god, you’re drunk. C’mon, you can sleep on my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
With gravity you hold her upright, and start to lead her to your bedroom.
Dazed, she complies, following your lead.
Clack!—
Suddenly, she stops with a stamp of her heel and finally speaks, “Drink with me Yongssik.”
Clear.
You reply confused, “What?”
Again she says, “Drink with me Woo Yongssik-ie~”
Concise, with the addition of an undeniably cute twang to your name.
“Ugh, why did Seulgi have to go on that damn trip.” You think to yourself
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