don't have a clue where i'll be, except for next to you on new year's eve

“I really don’t think you should be driving,” Mingi tells him, finally letting go of his arm, “what’s your name?”“Yunho,” the boy says with a little hiccup. The name sparks a vague sense of recognition, but Mingi can’t quite place where he’s heard it. He doesn’t get much more time to think about it either as the boy — Yunho — says, “but I’d be happy for you to call me yours.”Or, bartender Mingi runs into an incredibly drunk Yunho at three minutes to midnight on New Year's Eve.