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When the night is young and the music is loud, And Seokjin's senses are clouded by the whiskey he downed, Seokjin knows it's not wise to get behind the wheel, So he searches for a haven to rest and to heal.
He stumbles upon a stranger with a smile so bright, He offers him shelter, just for the night, he knows it's not wise to trust a stranger's hand, But he is too drunk to care, too weak to stand.
He follows him to a place he has never been, Hoping this is not a trap, a cruel scheme, He offers him a bed, a warm place to rest, And he's grateful for his kindness, his gentle caress.
As he drifts off to sleep, h ponders and wonders, How life can be so unpredictable, so full of thunder, But he's glad for this chance, this moment of respite, And he thanks the stranger who let him stay, just for the night.
But was it really just for a night, and was he really that kind? He wonders in the middle of the darkness feeling a hand creep up his full chest. And he says the music is just right.
