Chores and Favors
RoomiesSeungri has never gotten along with Jiyong. Despite being roommates with the senior since the latter part of last year, he and Jiyong with his ever-changing hair colors constantly fight. The nicknames “Tom and Jerry” given to the duo by their group of friends are not without merit. It's not that they hate each other but they would rather just bicker than agree on anything.
“Hyung! Did you use up all the detergent again?!”
Seungri was standing in their tiny laundry area, peering into an empty bottle of laundry detergent. He let out a sigh and threw the bottle in the trash.
“Why don’t you ever go grocery shopping?” the blond boy complained. “I need to wash my uniform for tomorrow!”
Jiyong walked out of his bedroom – his own, a miracle in itself with how student apartments are typically studio-type ones with zero semblance of privacy. He had a thin, unlit cigarette in between his lips and looked at his roommate with an unconcerned look. “Stop complaining. I pay you back when you go shopping, don’t I?”
Seungri walked to the refrigeration to grab a bottle of water. He was annoyed at his roommate’s inability to do his share of chores. “It’s not that! I’m getting tired of having to go out to buy stuff that we both use all the time. What the ---”
The fridge was empty. No food, no water, no nothing. Well, there was a rotting banana in the chiller, growing some sort of green mold.
“Really, hyung? Not even water?”
Jiyong grinned and held up an unopened bottle of water in his hand. “You snooze you lose!”
“Yah!” Seungri shouted, trying to grab the bottle -- and failing, despite his taller stature. “Hyung! At least give me the water if I have to make another grocery run!”
Jiyong stuck his tongue out, pushing the younger away and running into his bedroom with a cackle.
Seungri groaned, checking his watch for the time. Sigh. Good thing it was still early in the day. Jiyong could be a real . The maknae, Seungri was his group of friends’ youngest, grabbed his wallet from the kitchen counter and headed towards the local market down the street.
Seungri stared at the giant shelving unit filled with liquid laundry detergent, weighing his options.
Maybe I should buy an entire gallon. We go through detergent so quickly because of all of Jiyong’s clothes.
Remembering his roommate, Seungri pulled out his phone and sent out a quick text.
Need anything from the store, hyung?
Seungri reached down and lug
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