The calm before the storm (1/1)

Jiyong rolled over to his side and looked over at his clock by his bed, 7:30am.Ha sat up and walked over to his closet right across the room. -And how am I supose to dress fo this? And why do I even have to go?He looked trough the clothes and just gave up. He didn’t want to dress up for Seunghyun but it was all that went trough his head. Damn, Seunghyun was practicly taking someone else out and Jiyong was just tagging along to take his drunk ass home. He trew the clothes at his bed and cowered his face with his hand.-Stupid idiot.He janked a towel from his chair and looked himself in the mirror.-I might as well freshen up... Not for him but for myself ofcourse.He looked at himself for a couple of seconds before he walked out of his room and into the shower. He took his shirt off and looked at his reflection. He was really pale and skinny even though he tried to build muscles. He went to the gym with Seunghyun a couple of times but it wasn’t really his thing.After taking off all his clothing he stepped in the shower and turned the water on. The water streamed down his face and body as he started to hum on one of his melodies. He though about how he and Seunghyun used to talk about being artist, writing their own raps and music and become famous. He smiled at the tought and imagined Seunghyun infront of him. They used to hang out and write lyrics and rap together and Seunghyun called himself ”Tempo”. He was really good at it and Jiyong got a little sad thinking about how he got so little time for him and music these days. Jiyong still had a passion for music but it semed that Seunghyuns passion for music had cooled down trough the years. He took a bottle of shampoo and squeesed it in to his hands and rubbed it in to his hair and rensed it out. The foamed mixed water streamed down his body and soon he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped the white towel around his waist and put his face close to he mirror. He wasn’t ugly but he wasn’t at Seunghyuns level either, more like average.He blew up his cheeks trying to be ”cute” but quickly shook his head.-I’m sorry that I’m not ”cute” enough.He pulled away from the mirror and walked in to his room. The first thing you notice when you enter the room is the desk. It wasn’t messy but there was a lot of stuff stacked on it. Noote books, normal books, magasines, computer, headphones and potoalbums.He looked and the desk and picked up one of the photoalbums and flipped trough it and smiled as most of the pictures showed a chubby Seunghyun and a short, skinny Jiyong.They we’re probobly about 7 years when the pictures were taken and they both looked like nothing would be able to pull them apart.He missed those days. When he was the only one in Seunghyuns world and Jiyong was the only one he needed. He closed the album and put it down on the desk.It was always like this. Jiyongs chest hurt everytime he though about Seunghyun not needing him, tossing him away for some girl. He’s vision started to get blurry and he soon felt how drops rolled down his face.-Why... Why is it always like this? It hurts you know. He wiped his face and laughed as he looked at the clothes all layed up on the bed.     Short and boring but next ch will be less boring I hope.