Honestly, this is nothing.

I am just having a bad mood. I am just a little grumpy. I am just a little tired.

And it's just that it all happens all of a sudden.

Just at the moment I step into this studio.

It has nothing to do with my baby and my best friend who apparently, accidentally, wore couple shirts.

Yes, why would they anyway.

Since Seungri and I are the real couple here. There is nothing that could doubt that fact.

He is mine and always be mine. Nothing can change that. And I am not affected by the simple stupid shirt, no, not even a bit.

But that guilty look in Taeyang's eyes irk me. Slightly.

And that nonchalant look in Seungri's eyes disturbs me. Greatly.

“Taeyang hyung and I are wearing similar striped shirts like a couple, haha.”

“... I want to tear my shirt.”

“Hahaha… Please take care of me Taeyang hyung.”

I smirk. Yes, because it is funny. I want to laugh out loud at how funny it was. Maybe Taeyang should really tear his shirt. What right does he have to feel guilty for accidentally wearing the same shirt?

No. Of course I am not affected by any of this. Maybe the hectic schedule is starting to get me.

I. Am. Just. Tired.

Seungri is really doing his best. I should applaud him. Cheer him on.I knows how hard he works for this, to plan all this. But my mood just couldn’t get better. I am annoyed. With everything. And I am not feeling sorry.

“We should call Top hyung when his name reache