Jiyong's eyes opened to sunlight. He rolled over in between his sheets and reached for his cell phone, 10:47 the screen read. He jumped a bit, feeling the urgency of being late, but then he remembered, today's a free day.

He set his phone down and buried his head in his pillow again. After a few minutes, he turned over, stretched, and, in one movement, stood up, heading to the bathroom. 

Jiyong saw familiar locks of platinum blonde hair hanging off the edge of his sofa, their owner hidden by it's back. The TV was on to MTV, one of the channels Jieun watched the most. 

Suddenly, as if sensing his presence, her head popped up above the barrier, a smile planted firmly on her face. 

"Good morning," She greeted him.

He scoffed, "You're in a good mood."

He walked into the empty living room and switched on the television, taking a seat and starting to flip through the channels. He settled on MTV when a video caught his eye. 

"Cool," He said out loud, waiting for the end so he could see what the song was called. Jieun would have known, he sighed. For some reason, she was always super up to date with everything regarding the music industry. He smiled, she's probably watched most of my interviews. 

His stomach growled, so he headed over to the kitchen. Fishing through the cabinets and half-empty fridge, he found all of the necessary ingredients. Without even consulting a recipe, he started pouring them. 

"You're putting in too much flour, they'll be really cake-y," Jieun scolded him, peeking over his shoulder. "Let me make them."

"You're so picky," He complained, but moved over anyway, positioning himself in such a way that he'd be able to watch her progress. 

She beat the mixture swiftly, and, in less than a minute, started pouring it into the preheated pan. He handed her a plate after she flipped the pancakes for the third time, ensuring they were well browned.

"Eat up," She gave him a playful smirk.

Jiyong set down his fork after putting the last bit into his mouth, it was thick and a bit dry. Cake-y. He frowned and headed over to wash the dishes. It would probably be best if he got out of the house. 

"Oh my God!" A high pitched voice said behind him while he was walking through the mall. He turned to face a slightly familiar looking woman he couldn't really place. "G-Dragon!" She exclaimed, taking off her gaudy designer sunglasses. "It's me, Chunja." She smil