“woah another ing day”

Jiyong growls as he shuffles on his king sized bed. The sun was shining brightly to his face and he hates it. Why did he even forget to close the curtains last night anyways?

With a few more frustrated sighs and a bunch of curses, he finally decided to get up and prepare himself. It wasn’t that early and it wasn’t that late either. It was 8:30 in the morning the usual time he gets up.

He yawns while walking towards his kitchen, hands one covering his mouth while the other playing with his hair.

“Let’s have this cereal and this milk” he hums while taking out the food out of his fridge. Jiyong hated mornings but hey he loves food.

Halfway through his bowl, his eyes fixed to the mess of a living room that he has. The gray sofa set are covered with crumbled papers, canvass stacked without care, broken brushes scattering, and paint tubes literally everywhere. It is such a mess “ now I got to clean that” he curses to himself.

“And buy new brushes and paint too. Maybe I can bring myself to do it again... just like when I did it with h-“ Jiyong shakes his head refusing to continue his own sentence.

“ I need to go to the store”

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“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP”

the loud sounds of Seungri’s digital alarm clock wakes him up.

“GOOD MORNING TO ME!” He screams a little too loud this morning. He hurriedly got up and picked up his favorite robe (that he often uses cause it’s soft.) Actually, the reason why he’s excited (and a little nervous) this morning because he has an appointment with the salon and today and his black and gorgeous hair will be soon (a hop