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Minjae’s been finding himself in Boa’s apartment a lot lately, a fact that’s a little alarming to say the least, but not one he’s particularly surprised about. She’s fun to be around -- a little too fun at times, but he sort of needs that boost every so often. She’s lively, dauntless, flirtatious (again, another trait Minjae could do with a little less of, but he’s not going to hold it against her), and generally a bad influence.
Naturally, Minjae loves her.
He’s got a cigarette between his pinky and ring finger, the rest of his digits clutching at a can of Diet Coke (her offer of tequila had been answered with a wrinkled nose and a grimace) as he exhales smoke out of her fourth floor window, into the Seoul sky.
He taps the end of the cigarette against the ashtray, the embers falling into the basin. They’ve both been quiet so far, an anomaly in itself, and Minjae’s starting to get antsy in the silence.
“So, when are you going to take me to one of those clubs of yours?”