You loved Sundays best because none of your family had work or school.
You, Taeyang, and Daesung went to the market.
Jiyong helped you brush up on your rap skills and Seungri taught you some beastly dance moves.
“Dinner!” Seunghyun called.
Laughing and teasing each other, you and Seungri went to the kitchen.
Chinese food was the menu today.
“Daesung oppa, pass me the chow mein noodles.” You held out your hand. He gave you the box.
Taeyang poured you a glass of water. You took a long sip.
Seunghyun began, “So I was thinking today after we eat we can go to the underground hip hop club-“
“PFFT!” Water sprouted everywhere.
“YAH!” Jiyong yelled.
Taeyang handed you napkins.
“S-sorry.” You wiped your lips, “T-today?”
Seunghyun nodded with a smile, “You wanted to go, right?”
“Great, then we’ll go after dinner.” He began to eat.
You bit your lip and glanced at Seungri who shrugged. You started to clean up but Seunghyun took your dishes, “I’ll take care of this. Go and change.”
You went upstairs. “Seungri oppa!” You grabbed his leg as he was crawling up to the attic. “Yah!” His legs dangled like a pathetic dog’s. He fell onto the ground with an ‘oof’.
You ignored his pain and stooped down in front of him, “What do we do?! What if that swag boy is there again?! Then we’re all screwed!” You looked so worried.
Seungri patted your shoulder, “Don’t worry. I bet Jiyong hyung scared him off. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t be intimidated by him, right?”
You slowly nodded.
“See? No worries. So go get ready. And quit pulling on my leg when I get up there.” Seungri hopped up and scrambled up the ladder.
You sighed and went into your room to change. *Oh please don’t let two-caps be there!*