Doyun allowed his thoughts to drift, carefully categorizing the things that he'd been wanting to work on this evening and settling times in his schedule that he may be able to do them. Considering he'd been drug out against his will this evening, he would have a lot to make up; their schedule rarely allowed them down time, even when they weren't preparing for a comeback. Rather, his schedule didn't - he liked to think that he held himself to a rather high standard, and he wasn't about to begin slacking just because they weren't currently promoting. He supposed he may be able to break the evening's dance practice up into a few smaller sessions sprinkled between the time he'd allotted for writing raps and going to the gym...
From beneath the bill of his cap, he scanned the crowd for Min-jun. The elder had disappeared easily amongst the other guests, just as Doyun figured he might. He had never quite understood what his presence added to Min-jun's outings. The other rarely bothered to keep up with him, slipping away to attend his rapidly shifting attentions. Perhaps he'd made new friends, and he wouldn't even notice if Doyun slipped out the door?
As if he'd gained some sort of extrasensory attunement to Doyun's escape attempts, Min-jun appeared at his shoulder. He grinned down at him, poking absently at some of the flowery decor. "Having fun skulking around in the corner?"
Doyun wasn't going to deign to respond. He scooted a little further back, putting as much distance as polite conversation would allow between them. "How long did you say this was going to last?"
"I didn't." Min-jun smirked, grabbing a couple of drinks off the tray of a passing waiter and offering one towards the younger. When Doyun didn't grab for it, he shrugged, downing one rapidly and settling the empty glass on a nearby table. "Are you just going to sit around looking like the world's most depressed shadow all night?" He frowned, his eyebrows drawing up towards his hairline. "I did tell you this was a party, right? Not a funeral?"