"Where there is hope, there is always pain."
When you were young, there was one thing you wanted more than anything in the world. One thing you would give your very soul up to achieve, if only it meant you would finally be able to make your mark in...
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"Who the fuck is she?"
When Mingi brought Melody back to the dorms with him, he didn't really think things through.
It's not like him to bring people home. And, even if he did have a visitor for the night, he would never bring them back to the dorms he shares with seven other men. The thought of a stranger camping out with him, surrounded by his members, who are intent on keeping him humble, doesn't seem like the most ideal situation.
No, in those cases, he'd prefer to take them to a motel. Or perhaps the separate apartment that he owns, not too far from here. That was the place he brought his past partners, and might've been a safer situation for Melody then the current one she's in right now.
Knocked out, tangled up in his sheets, with two famous idols peering down at her in a mixture of contempt and curiosity.
"Shut up!" Wooyoung shushes Hongjoong briskly, after his outburst. He ignores Hongjoong's quick sideways glare, peering curiously at Melody instead. "You'll wake her."
Hongjoong scoffs, shaking his head.
"There's a stranger in our house, and you're worried about waking her up." He mutters, not so discreetly, and Wooyoung rolls his eyes at the targeted jab his way.
In all honesty, Mingi could've taken her somewhere else, anywhere else. It's what would've made the most sense, what any normal person would have done. At the very least, anyone else certainly wouldn't have thought that taking an unconscious, drunk woman back to a dorm full of eight idols living together, was the best-case scenario.
But this case is not like most cases, is it?
And he isn't just anyone.
Mingi knows he could've gone about this situation differently.
He didn't have to pay for her liquor or pretend to be her friend. He didn't have to tell the cashier some on-the-spot story about how he had lost her in the chaos of another night out partying. He didn't have to guide her outside the store or catch her when she fell to the floor, unconscious. He didn't need to direct her to sit at the picnic tables, nor rest her head on his shoulder. He didn't have to take her phone to try and call someone who could take her home, only to notice it had died long ago. He didn't have to make the decision to take her back with him, even if it was only to charge her phone.
He didn't have to take care of her, especially when that was exactly what she had asked him not to do. He knows she didn't ask for it, he knows she probably didn't even need it, that she could've figured it all out on her own.
But he couldn't leave her there. He just couldn't.
So he took her with him. He set her unconscious body carefully in his bed, grateful that the rest of his members were too drunk to notice, or had already passed out themselves. He wrapped her in his blankets, placed her phone on the charger, and sat to wait for it to charge. What he didn't mean to do was fall asleep himself.
