Seungri found his first day in Paris going by a little too quickly. He felt as if he hadn't really attended the meetings he had gone to, and had merely physically been present. 

 

When they got back to the hotel late at night, the only thing his assistant said was that he noted everything well so Seungri could take a look at it later. Seungri's no idiot. He realised the assistant meant he saw how absentminded he had been all day and that he had some serious catching up to do. 


Seungri would have apologised, but he's way past that stage by now as he slammed the door shut after muttering a hollow "yeah, yeah, see you tomorrow."


He stretched his back with a low groan before ing his dress shirt. With care, he hung it on a hanger. 

Later, he enjoyed a long hot shower, and sprawled himself onto his bed whilst calling for room service and a wake up call. With all the energy he could still muster, he trudged towards his suitcase.

Unpacking’s a hassle. Always has been, always will be. Seungri would give anything for a suitcase that’d unpack out of own power.

He zipped open the bag, but before he actually started his search for his toothbrush, he pulled out his phone first. An annoyed huff escaped when he saw Daesung hadn’t sent him any message in return, and he kind of wanted to know more about how he and Seungyoon were doing. He missed those two. He missed hanging out with them.

It was one of those nights he’d happily go back to before he ever graduated.

With a sigh he leaned back on the bed and for a short moment he allowed his eyes to close. Usually, he’d think about the meeting he had to go to the next day, run over his notes, and prepare. But that day, at that moment, he didn’t get the time to do so.

A hard knock violently pulled him out of whatever his thoughts were fluttering off to. He couldn't help but sigh and he momentarily contemplated yelling, "Just come in." Either way, it would not have suited the man Seungri had become. That Seungri smiles when necessary, is polite whenever the situation calls for it, and knows exactly what image he has to hold up. He's not allowed to falter. No one is when he's that high up the social ladder.

Though when he turned that knob and opened that door and faced his visitor, he threw away all previous notions and huffed an improper "just hand me the food, and leave."

"Yah, be nice to your sunbae," Jiyong had retorted before pushing his way past the younger and rolling the cart inside the room accompanied by the—typical for Jiyong—unnecessary attitude.

“What are you—”

Jiyong smiled, placing one hand on the younger’s shoulder. “Visiting an old friend, of course.”

Seungri scoffed. “We were never friends, Jiyong.”

The older laughed heartily as he plopped himself down on the bed