“No.”

Chaerin huffs impatiently, kneeling in front of Jiyong as she holds out the pill in her hand. “Just take it oppa.”

“No,” Jiyong says again, folding his arms over his chest as he turns away from his girlfriend.

“Oppa, it’s just a pill. You are a 25 year old man, with a very serious flu, so grow up and take your medicine like the adult you’re supposed to be.”

“I don’t want to,” he says through gritted teeth. Jiyong knew that he was walking on thin ice, and that Chaerin was very close to yelling at him, but this time he didn’t care. He hated pills – they made him sleepy, and tired, and Jiyong had promised Teddy he’d camp out in the studio and write songs all day with Epik High, so that was that.

He hears Chaerin let out an exasperated sigh, and prepares himself mentally for the silent treatment that often ensued when Jiyong was this stubborn-

-but instead, Chaerin settles herself into his lap, sitting sidesaddle, and winds her arms around his neck.

“Oppa, if you don’t take it, then you won’t get better, and I won’t be able to play with you,” Chaerin says with a pout, tracing the veins on his arm as she looks at him suggestively from underneath her dark bangs.

The great G-Dragon shudders as his girlfriend’s aegyo hits him with a force akin to whiplash. Damn him for forgetting how dangerous she was when she acted cute. So his shoulders slump in defeat, and as Chaerin nuzzles her pretty little head against his neck, Jiyong says dejectedly, “Fine.”

He sniffs as she hands him the pill, her lips stretched wide to form a triumphant grin as he takes the glass of water from her hand.

“Happy?” Jiyong asks, his tongue bitter after swallowing the pill.

“Very happy.”

“If I fall asleep in the middle of songwriting, you know Tukutz hyung’s going to murder me right?”

“Have fun,” she says over her shoulder as she makes her way to the kitchen, empty glass in hand. Jiyong merely shakes his head, and runs a hand through his hair as he says, “Lee Chaerin, you will be the death of me, do you know that?”

But if anyone was to be the death of him, then Jiyong would gladly pick Chaerin over anyone else.

He really would.