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"You guys will be having your debut after our comeback right?"

We nod our heads eagerly in excitement.

"Then we should celebrate. I booked the karaoke room for tonight." Hobi dances, being his cheerful self.

"Is that allowed though?" Soyoung asks in worry.

"Of course, as long as there's no trouble, and no drinks for you guys," RM clarifies.

"The karaoke bar is nice and private anyway, there's not much people." Hobi adds.

. . .

I find myself sitting in the corner next to Hyeji, watching Tae and Hobi attack the mic.

Soon, it was nearly everyone up on their feet, each contributing noises around the heated room.

"Are you not having fun?" Jungkook scoots next to me.

"Hmm? I am, it's just- I'm not used to this." I had to yell for him to hear.

"Wow, I thought you'd be a monster at these things. Aren't you from America?" He leans close to my face.

"Don't be stereotypical!" I shout in his ears. As I lean back to my original position, I catch Jimin's eyes on me.

He takes a sip from his drink, before standing up to join the rest. I think he's drunk now.

It continued for the next couple of hours, and all I did was punch numbers on the remote, adding hyped songs on the queue.

I also finished most of the snacks, which left me doing nothing. My eyelids fall heavy, despite the blaring distractions.

"I think I'm gonna head back now, I feel sleepy." I tap Hyeji's shoulder.

She only nods and waves at me before going back to partying, making her moves at RM.

"What a hoe." I sarcastically tut to myself.

I head outside, thanking the person on his work shift who were just on his phone before I exiting the place.

"Mia!" I hear my name from what sounds like a drunk man behind me.

I quickly spin, ready to defend myself from the potential harm this person could do.

"Woah," Jimin chuckles. "Calm down there, tiger."

"What are you doing here?" I sigh in relief.

"I'll walk you back."

"How? You can't even walk yourself back." I hold his shoulder, helping him stand properly.

"Of course I can, watch," he shrugs my hand off his shoulder and follow the white line along the road, stumbling here and there.

"Ugh, come." I hold my hand out for him to grab. "I'll walk you back." I roll my eyes at the burden.

His arms is resting on my shoulder as I try my best to keep him stable. But surprisingly, I don't feel much of his weight on me.

"There." He points at the swing when we walk past by the park.

"What? Is there someone you can see that I can't?" He is creeping me out right now.

"No," He cutely chuckles. "I want to go there," he continues to point at the swing.

"No, I have to bring you back home."

"But that IS my home!"

"You're weird when you're drunk," I laugh at him.

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