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I BLAME ON YOU 한민지 ― HAN MINJI
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HAN MINJI IS NO STRANGER to parties. In fact, in her two years at University, she has had her fair share of them. She isn't any sort of prude, if her bubblegum pink hair is anything to go off of, and honestly, she probably feels most in her element surrounded by people, having fun.
That, however, isn't the case, on a Saturday night, where she has been abandoned by the only person she knew at the party she is currently at.
It's hot and stuffy, and bright lights flashed through the dark room, giving her a headache. Why had she agreed to come in the first place? She couldn't remember.
"Come to the party, please, he said," she says, rolling her eyes. "It'll be fun, i promise, he said."
Minji takes a sip from her cup.
"When I find Jaehyun," she mutters to herself, "I'm going to make him wish he was never born."
Minji was leaning against a wall, standing beneath the staircase in hopes of avoiding any drunk partygoers. However, when a tipsy girl in a bright blue dress stumbles into Minji and spills a drink on her, she knows that there was no hope left.
"O-oh, I'm-I'm sorry!" The girl slurs, pouting up at Minji.
"Wha―" her voice stalls.
"Nami, is that you?"
"Nami?" The girl smiles a toothy grin, her cheeks flushed. "Nami, that's me!"
"Are you drunk?" Minji asks, barely stifling her laughter.
Instead of responding, Nami gasps. "Minji, my sunshine! I-I didn't know you w-were coming to-today!"
"Yah, Zhou Nami!" A voice pierces through the loud bass thumping through the room before Minji can get a word in.
"Don't tell me you're admitting defeat? I told you, you're a lightweight!" A few seconds later, Minji realizes the person yelling at her friend is Lee Donghyuck.
"You take that b-back!" Nami garbles, her eyebrows drawn tightly.
"I never admit defeat, Dingdonghyuck! You're going down!"
And then Nami is waddling off in his direction, leaving Minji with what smells like lukewarm beer on her shoulder. She lets out a heavy sigh. Just her luck, right?
"Here," a voice from behind her says. "I think you might need this."
Minji spins around to see a cute boy holding out a wad of paper napkins to her, a kind smile on his face.
"Oh!" Minji says in surprise, before hesitantly taking them from him. "Thank you?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Are you asking me that?"
She smiles, wiping the beer on her right arm. "No, I really am thankful."
"I'm sorry about Nami, though," the boy tells her. "She gets kind of wild when she's drunk..."
"Yeah," Minji laughs. "You're telling me. Once, she bought a Chicken Little costume because she said she needed to be prepared for the day when the sky would fall down on her."
He snorts. "Sounds like something she would do."
"You're Mark Lee, right?" She asks.
He nods. "And you're Minji?"
"Yeah," she responds. "Han Minji, it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," a crooked grin makes its way onto his face.
"If you don't mind me asking," Minji asks curiously. "Why is Nami so drunk tonight?"
He shrugs. "I've given up on trying to figure out how her mind works. Although," he pauses.
"She was rambling on about one of her friends coming back, and how excited she was. And then Donghyuck had to go and challenge her to a drinking competition, and, well..."
He rubs his neck sheepishly.
"...We can all see how that turned out," Minji finished for him, giggling.
"I mean," he raises his eyebrows as he glances to the dance floor, where it seems Nami and Donghyuck are now engaged in a dance battle. "You can't say she doesn't know how to get loose."
The two of them burst into laughter as Nami tripped over an empty cup, and then chose to flop around on the floor like a seal instead of getting up.
"Oh my god," Minji gasps for breath. "Is that even considered dancing?"
"Who knows?" Mark responds.
"Well, Mark Lee," she says a second later with a bright smile on her face, holding out her hand for him.
