Wonderful.

Everything had been going the wrong way lately, his social life, his private life… His chest tightened each time he thought of the recent events. It wasn’t tragic to say, but schedules have started again. Jiyong and his partner had barely spoken to each other ( or seen each other at all ) ; it was sad, but nowadays whenever he and his husband got to talk, no occasion was missed to start a pointless fight.

Jiyong was a guy with trust issues, so sometimes he would accuse Seungri of small, insignificant things which would lead to arguments. In the end, they’d make up sooner or later, but this time he felt as lonely as ever. Surely he had friends to talk to, but his romantic life…it just wasn’t there anymore. The fact that he kept hearing of the other’s program didn’t help either…he’s been reassured many times, but seeing him in the presence of so many ladies made him grit his teeth.

What was there to do?

He found refugee at YG’s studio, a few empty cups of coffee lingering by his side; he’d drink them to stay awake sometimes. Besides, shitty days meant hit songs. Words aligned together on the white paper, a look of satisfaction shaped his features. Yes, this would turn out to be a good song. The sudden knock on the door disturbed his thoughts, an annoyed look replacing the previous cheerful one, eyes however not leaving the paper, speaking loud enough for the other party to hear.

“Now what?”