Jiyong's POV~

I am currently hanging out with my friends on a club. I don't usually hang-out to this kind of place, I would choose to stay at my apartment and rest than get drunk and gain an unbearable head-ache the next morning. But because of our group's maknae been pestering me for the whole week just to make sure that I would show-up tonight, I have left with no choice but to tag along.

"Yah, Hyung!" speaking of the devil, Seungri approach me with a wild grin on his face. Oh how much i wanted to tear his face.

"You're not planning to sit there all night, right?" He said then throw himself at the couch

"Fortunately, I will." I told him and gave him the same grin he gave me awhile ago.

"Nah! don't be such a spoilsport! there's a bunch of beautiful ladies at the dance floor. Give yourself a break and enjoy the night." He reach for the bottle of wine. 

"I still have my work tomorrow." I told him plainly.

"Come on hyung, we all know you don't need to work. I don't really understand you, why are you suffering working your off just to gain a little amount of money where in fact you can buy a whole island if you want to?" 

"I already told you the reasons. I want to earn my money at my own sweat." I stood up and walk towards the door. "Hey, tell youngbea and daesung that I'am going home."

Seungr