Waking Up

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Seunghyun could feel himself waking against his will. He held his eyes shut and tried to fight it off. The incessant sound of whining filled his ears. He groaned and turned onto his opposite side, facing the wall and cuddling further down under his covers.

"Wake up!"

There it was again. Whining. He covered his ears against the high-pitched, nasally sound of it.

"Wake up!" it came again. Hands curled around Seunghyun's shoulder and bicep and started rocking him to and fro. "Wake. Up."

Seunghyun groaned as he was shook. Fucking Jiyong.

"Why are you so loud?" Seunghyun complained into his pillow.

Jiyong huffed, exasperated. "Because you won't get up." He shook Seunghyun again. "Come on. We have Inkigayo."

Seunghyun's eyes blinked open at that. He rolled over and looked up at Jiyong blearily. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up. We'll be late if you don't hurry."

Seunghyun pulled himself up and rubbed at his eyes. His brain still felt heavy and fogged with sleep. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table but couldn't make any sense of the numbers he saw there. He stared at the clock, willing the squiggles to reform into numerals.

While he tried to get his faculties in order, Jiyong tsked about this and that, the state of Seunghyun's room, the mess on the floor. He planted one hand on his cocked hip and waited impatiently for Seunghyun to roll up out of bed.

Seunghyun did his best to tune out Jiyong's nagging. The sound of his voice was only slightly less annoying now that Seunghyun was awake. He yawned and rubbed his eyes one more time before pulling himself up off the mattress. He shuffled over to one of the piles Jiyong was bitching about and pulled on the first hoodie he could find. He didn't bother changing out of the t-shirt he'd worn to sleep, just slipped the hoodie on over it.

Jiyong scoffed behind him. "Really? You wore that same thing yesterday."

Seunghyun gave the hoodie a good sniff, then shrugged. "Smells okay."

Jiyong's put upon sigh trailed off into a chuckle. He shook his head at Seunghyun, looking at him like he was a puppy, tail wagging happily after he'd just diddled on the carpet, no concept at all of what he'd just done wrong.

"Whatever," Jiyong said, a fond smile about his lips. "Will you at least put on some real pants?"

Seunghyun looked down at the scattered clothes carpeting his floor. He found his favorite pair of jeans peeking out from under his overturned backpack. Jiyong rolled his eyes as Seunghyun fished them out, then left him alone to finish changing.

Seunghyun was far more awake by the time the stylists had finished with his hair and makeup. He was sitting by Jiyong on the sofa in their waiting room while Daesung and Youngbae took their turn in the makeup chairs, a tall cup of coffee in his hands. He had a fresh set of clothes on that Jieun had picked out for him. Seungri was nowhere to be found, probably out scamming some poor idol girl into giving him her phone number.

He was proved to be more or less right about that when Seungri entered the room a moment later, three dolled up girls trailing in behind him. They were all pretty and demure, giggling shyly as they shuffled along in their heels. Seunghyun stood up to greet them, bowing politely, and Jiyong followed suit.

Seungri flashed his pearly whites. "These ladies really wanted to meet you guys. I told them I would introduce them. They're huge fans of Big Bang."

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