“Ri-ah, what do you want to be when you grow up?” The older of the two boys asked. The little one looked up from his colouring book with a frowned, surprised to be asked that kind of question suddenly.

“I don’t know, hyung.” The little boy pouted. “What do you want to be?”

“Me? I want to be an artist. Look at my art.” The bigger boy answered with a grin as he shows the little one the dinosaur he had coloured with 5 layers of different colours.

“Artist? The ones that sing on stage?” The little boys asked.

“No, Ri-ah. Those are musicians.” The older boy said with a shake of a head. “Artist are those who draws and paint.”

“Hmm? Then, I’ll be an artist as well. So that we’ll be together forever.” The little boy beamed his bright smile – pretty happy with his suggestion.

“No, Ri-ah. You need to have your own dream.” The older said as he continues his colouring.

“I don’t know, hyung. I’m just five. I just want to play till I die, I guess.” The little boy sighed looking out the window. “Speaking of which, it’s no longer hot out there, Ji. Let’s go to the park.”

The older boy didn’t get the chance to stop the little boy a she sprinted out the house, leaving his crayons all over the floor.

“Seungri, wait for me.”

“Seungri.”

“Ri.”

“Ri.”

“Seungri.”

Seungri opened his eyes slowly as he woke up, not gasping or surprised like he always did.

“Huh? Guess the tea ac