Mingi comes back to the frat house after a workout, a bit tired and sore but, in general, he's feeling pretty good. His gains are getting better, his body is getting more and more sculpted, and he's feeling sexier than ever. He didn't bother showering after his workout, liking the smell of his own musk and the way sweat glistens on his tan body - and also because Mingi just isn't all that smart, forgetting to shower often, very much a man.

He walks to his room that he shares with his roommate, grinning when he sees his roomie laid up on one of their beds. He tosses his gym bag aside, fanning himself with his sweaty, loose tank top. "Yo, bro. You miss me, dawg? I just had a kiiiiller fuckin' workout," he flexes his arm for good measure, winking at his roommate.

He walks over toward his roommate, sitting down. He's wearing the tightest pair of gym shorts possible - they're practically booty shorts, and they hug Mingi's phat ass like a glove. It's a miracle those cheeks fit in the shorts. "Sorry if I stink a lil', forgot to shower. What've you been up to, dude?" he asks his roommate.