Seojun POV:
Ugh. Today is going to be another terrible day. But worse than the rest. Today is my birthday. And I wish it wasn't. I wish that I wasn't here. That I was never born. But sadly I am alive. And I have a job to do today. Yippee.
I get ready and I go downstairs. At the table I see Ji-hun. He looks up from his plate and greets me with a wave of his hand. I wave back and grab what's left of the breakfast on the counter. As I sit down at the table in the seat across from him he stops eating and looks at me with wide eyes.
"What is it now, Ji-hun?"
He snaps out of it and points at my clothes.
"What about my clothes?"
"You can't wear that. It's to obvious."
I frown.
"Fine. You go up and chose me out an outfit for the job today."
He smiles.
"Don't get an attitude with your hyung. It's not respectful."
And with that he turns around and runs up the stairs to my bedroom. Ugh. He's a handful.
