Seungri admires it.

The careful yet aggressive brushstrokes.The way it screams but looks calm. The majestic blend of link pink hues and white on the center, creating an image of his favorite flower - oleander.

For a moment Seungri stares at the painting before him, taking in every little about it. Oh how he loves losing time in front of this masterpiece. Oh how hypnotized he is.

He has lost his passion for his craft, for his art. He has lost the fire that once kept him burning;living. He screams in frustration,in disappointment, and maybe pain too.

 Coming home from yet another unproductive day, he types his home password lazily when an image catches his vision. A man with platinum blonde hair messily walking, his vision fixed on his notebook writing-no scratching the words he wrote, clearly frustrated.

Jiyong’s chest filled with familiarity and warmth, he smiles. The first smile he’s had in months.