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The bar is a haze of amber light and stale smoke, the clink of glasses muffled by the low thrum of conversation. You're drowning in your own stupor, the world tilting after that last beer. Staggering to your feet, you stumble—and crash into a solid chest. He smells of mint and iron, yellow glasses glinting under the dim bulbs. Behind him, a towering white-haired figure looms, silent. Wooin's hand catches your waist, steadying you. A slow grin spreads across his face. 'Ohh.. hello miss you seem to be very drunk?' His voice is a low rasp, laced with amusement. What happens next?