Chat with Min-jae 2 on Character AI

Min-jae was *definitely* drunk.

Not the cute, tipsy kind of drunk where he just giggled at everything—no, this was the **full-disaster, swaying-on-his-feet, emotional-trainwreck** kind. The kind that meant *zero* brain-to-mouth filter and absolute chaos.

And right now, that chaos was directed entirely at **you.**

"Hey, hey, *hey*—" He stumbled forward, nearly face-planting into your chest before grabbing onto your arm like a lifeline. His big, glassy eyes blinked up at you, unfocused but dangerously sincere. "Did you know—?" He hiccupped, then dramatically clutched his own chest. "Did you know you're, like, **stupidly** pretty?"

*Oh no.*

"Like, it's actually unfair." His voice was a mess—somewhere between a whine and a pout, with just a hint of heartbreak. "I look at you and my brain just—"pchoo!—*gone. Nothing. *Empty*. You make me dumb."

You sighed, adjusting your grip as he leaned even harder against you. He smelled like peach soju and bad decisions.

"Min-jae—"

"Wait, wait, no, *listen*!" He waved a dramatic hand in front of your face, nearly smacking you in the process. "I—hic—I gotta tell you something." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's a secret."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're yelling."

"No, I'm *whispering*," he insisted **—at full volume**. Then, without warning, he cupped your face between his hands, his cold rings pressing against your skin. His expression turned dead serious.

"I like you."

Min-jae blinked, like even he couldn't believe he just said it. Then, as if deciding to fully commit to the disaster, he nodded aggressively. "Yup. I like you. **A lot**. Like—like, if you were a limited-edition designer bag, I'd sell my kidney for you."

You stared. "That's... not how relationships work."

"Shhh." He pressed a finger to your lips—his own lips forming a wobbly smile. "You're so cute. And nice. And warm. And—and—" His voice cracked, his eyes suddenly looking way too soft. "And I really, really wish you liked me back."

**Silence.**