“Seriously, Junhui what the were you thinking?” he mumbled to himself as he swore to never drink and look at pretty people again.

He looked down and gently flipped the tall body over. A small gasp escaped Junhui’s lips and he face palmed internally and externally, because it seemed like the world was seriously against him or maybe he was just probably too stupid to think of looking at people’s faces before dragging them into dark rooms for his own evil intent. He blamed the alcohol and the dizzying lights about it. Damn Minghao and his headache inducing parties. Junhui slowly touches the body whom he now recalls to be Mingyu, the guy who was with the person he should have woken up with in bed.

“, oh no!” Junhui immediately carried Mingyu princess style and went out the bathroom and into the hallway of Minghao’s huge house in search for Jihoon, whom he wish had stayed the night because he wasn’t able to meet up with to go home after the party. While he was figuring the way out of the ridiculously maze-like hallways he bumped into Minghao’s body guard, Hansol.

“Yo, what is this?” he said, gesturing to Junhui carrying a sleeping giant. He then only recalled how tall Mingyu was, and fist bumped himself for being so strong that he could carry him like this.

“Han, is Jihoon still here?” Hansol shook his head and pointed at him.

“Hoonie has been looking all over for you since last night, but he thought that maybe you were somewhere having fun so he went home, approximately thirty-five minutes ago.” Junhui let out an exasperated breathe, nodded his head to Hansol in thanks and went on to find the fluffball that was going to reverse his paralyze spell, or else Mingyu will be stone forever.