True Blue 🎸 yungi [▶]

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[Mingi]

Actually, the streets of Seoul are not too crowded this morning. Unfortunately, my sports car is stuck between a garbage truck on the left, a kindergarten bus behind, a wedding car procession in front, and a chubby mom who seems to be practicing driving. What did I do wrong last night? Why am I surrounded by vehicles that never go above 30 km/h?

Well, did I commit a sin last night? What was that dream anyway? Waking up naked early in the morning? Now stuck in this procession?

Did I mess up that drink shop again?

Just two months ago, in a heavy drunken stupor, I vomited the entire contents of the shop, moving from table to table just to vomit because everything looked like a toilet when I was drunk. I remember the foolish face of Bong Jaehyun-eh? Or Yongha? Or Yukhei? Yeosang? Ah, every time I'm drunk, their name changes in my memory. Well, and unfortunately, the drummer of a famous band like me ended up sprawled on the sidewalk all night.

Okay, that's not important. Right now, there's a mystery I need to unravel. How did I end up in the recording studio? Of course, someone must have taken me there. But who? Yunho, that guy, I vaguely remember him accompanying me for dinner last night. But I'm not sure. Maybe it's just my imagination. Then when I woke up, all my clothes were gone. Okay, my bad habit is undressing when I'm drunk, but never all of them. No way, my body is too sexy to be seen by just anyone.

Okay, when I get to the dorm, the first person I need to ask is the chubby, chubby-cheeked, rubber-bellied, game maniac who can finish a week's worth of food in two hours.

"I need to know what happened."

Meanwhile, the wedding car procession in front of my car keeps getting longer. Plus five Mercedes cars, two Harley Davidsons, and six Ferraris. At least they're not bringing tanks. It could get even more crowded today if something like that happens.